There’d been a time in Jane Unger’s life when she’d cared a lot about "later." But that time was gone, and "later" had lost all its charm. She had traveled twelve hundred kilometers in a day, and now she was on foot, alone, in a dark alley at night in a foreign country, preparing to assault a hospital single-handed. And unless they caught her on the spot, she was pretty sure that she was going to get away with it.