Page 198 of Bitter’s Sweet

He saw it.

Or somebody told him.

Either way, Razor has eyes somewhere inside this place.

Mercy seems to reach the same conclusion.

“Too many people have access today.”

“Festival,” Hyde says. “Volunteers. Vendors. Delivery people. Tourists.”

His jaw tightens.

“I’m shutting down side access.”

He reaches for the door.

Mercy stops him. “Hyde.”

He looks back.

“Do not leave her without somebody patched in this room.”

I almost object.

Almost.

Then I remember the picture.

“Agreed,” I say.

Both of them look at me.

“What?”

Mercy’s mouth twitches. “Growth.”

“Shut up.”

Hyde opens the door and signals somebody outside.

A minute later, Crypt appears.

Of all the men in this club, the medic is probably the least likely to irritate me right now.

He steps inside. “Problem?”

Hyde shows him the screen.

Crypt’s expression hardens. “Fuck.”

“Stay with Sweet.”

Crypt nods.

Hyde leaves, and Mercy locks the door again.

I exhale slowly.