Jane had structure-hit the door earlier, on her way out of the clinic. She’d distracted her security escort for two vital seconds and craftily jammed the exit’s elaborate keypad lock with a quick, secret gush of glue. Jane had palmed the aerosol glue can, a tiny thing not much bigger than a shotgun cartridge. Glue spray was one of Carol’s favorite tricks, something Carol had taught her. Carol could do things with glue spray that were halfway to witchcraft.