6:15 A.M.
THE PLAN WAS RELATIVELY SIMPLE. JOSIE WOULD pretend to be Jo and confront Mr. Byrne in his office, and Jo would try and find the hostages and lead them to safety. It wasn’t a great plan, but at least the blush of sunrise was starting to spread its way westward across the sky. That meant they wouldn’t have to worry about the Nox. Point in their favor.
“There’s a massive lab complex on the third floor,” Jo said as she drove her BMW to her dad’s office, proving to be more helpful than Josie could possibly have imagined. “If he’s got them working on the antidote, that’s where they’ll be.”
“Perfect.” Josie handed her Nick’s gun. “You get them out of there, and I promise I’ll save Nick for you.”
Jo looked at the gun in her lap, then up at Josie. “For me?”
Josie’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by a vise. “He’s part of your world, Jo,” she said, her mouth dry. “Not mine.”
Jo nodded but didn’t say a word.
They pulled into the brightly lit parking lot where Nick’s SUV was parked between two large, black Suburbans. “Any idea who that might be?” Josie asked.
“They’re company cars,” Jo said. “One might be my dad. Not sure about the other.”
Josie sighed. She’d known this was a long shot, but she’d been hoping to find Mr. Byrne alone. Oh well. If she was going down, she was going down fighting. She just prayed her dad and Penelope had managed to free the mirror. At this point, it might be their only way home.
“My dad’s office is on the fourth floor,” Jo said. “Northeast corner.”
Josie nodded. “You go first. If he’s watching security footage, hopefully he’ll stop once you enter the building. I’ll follow right behind. You head straight for the lab and I’ll deal with your dad.”
“But how am I supposed to fit all those people in this car?”
Josie had no idea. She didn’t even know if there’d be anyone in there to save. Instead of answering, she gave Jo a weak smile. “Good luck. I’ll meet you back at the house.”
Josie watched from inside the car as Jo walked to the front door. Blood thundered in Josie’s ears. They were walking into a trap—that she knew. But even if she didn’t make it out, she hoped the others—Madison and Jackson, the Kaufman twins, even Josie’s mom—might make it to safety.
Jo had a conversation with someone over the intercom, the door buzzed, and she pushed it open. As she walked through, she jammed a wad of paper into the locking mechanism as she and Josie had discussed.
As soon as Jo was out of sight, Josie sprinted across the parking lot to the front door, praying the wad of paper had prevented the lock mechanism from latching back into place. She tensed as she pushed the handle.
The door swung open without a sound.
Well, at least that had worked.
Josie held her head high and tried to look as arrogantly sure of herself as possible as she pushed the elevator button, just in case anyone was watching. Maybe having two Jo Byrnes in the building would at least confuse people long enough to give Josie a chance to get away. Maybe. The door slid open immediately, and Josie stepped inside, pressing the button for the fourth floor just as Jo had told her.
Mr. Byrne’s office was at the end of the hall. Josie had half expected him to meet her at the elevator door, but the hallway was deserted. She walked slowly down the hall; the squeak of her Converse against the highly polished floor echoed through the deserted corridor. At least she wasn’t trying to surprise anyone. That wouldn’t have worked out so well.
She knocked on the door at the end of the hall and waited. No answer. She was about to knock again when she realized that Jo wasn’t exactly the polite type. And she was Jo, after all. Josie took a deep breath, threw her shoulders back, and marched into the office.
Josie wasn’t sure what, exactly, she thought she’d see in Mr. Byrne’s office. An oversized wooden desk with a leather executive chair, awards and degrees mounted on the wall, and photos of Mr. Byrne with dignitaries and celebrities displayed on a bookcase. That seemed like standard high-powered executive digs to her. But what she found was a laboratory, all high-tech and stainless steel, with a modest architect’s desk facing the window and a cluster of white armchairs in the corner, set up around a short conference table.
Mr. Byrne was a scientist? That seemed so out of character.
She scanned the room, looking for any sign of Mr. Byrne or Nick. She stepped farther into the room. “Daddy?” she said forcibly. “Where are you?”