Panic rose in my chest, and without thinking, I ran back into the monitor room and shut the door behind me. Maybe not the smartest thing to do, but getting caught wasn’t high on my list of priorities at the moment. Heavy footsteps. “Chase?” The big voice bounced off the walls. Manning. I heard him open the bathroom door. Guess he didn’t much respect people’s personal privacy. It didn’t bode well for me, since this room was the only other option, and when the footsteps came close, I held my breath, hoping I could just flatten myself against the wall behind the door and not be noticed. The knob turned, and a sliver of light sliced into the room, cutting across the monitors. Seconds felt like hours, then— “Bruce?” I hadn’t heard Simon Chase come in because I’d been too distracted by Manning, who pulled the door shut with a slam.
