Marcus flinched at the sudden outburst. He slid into the driver's seat immediately, glancing back. "Sir, should we swing by to pick up the young mistress along the way...?"
"Drive," Grayson said flatly, expression stormy.
Marcus, thoroughly confused but too wary to push it, obeyed without another word.
The car pulled out of the hospital and stopped at the first red light, and Marcus took the opportunity to relay what he'd learned.
Grayson sat in the back, legs crossed, radiating cold authority even in silence, his sharp features half-shadowed, eyes carrying an unmistakable danger.
"Sir, preliminary findings say the fire started with a patient sneaking a cigarette in a storage room downstairs. Terminal illness, apparently didn't care about the rules. But the cigarette pack itself is un
