His plug-ins got him through the door from the hospital's public area to the Staff Only corridors. He'd cloned the ID of one of the surgeons, a Dr. Echt, away speaking at a conference in the Far East. Simms had gambled the hospital systems wouldn't be paranoid enough to cancel Echt's access for the week he'd be away. It looked like the gamble had paid off. Simms walked down the deserted corridor, feet clacking on the hard floor. He resisted the temptation to tread softly. The key to deals like this was to look like you belonged. Ask questions rather than answer them.
Two women approached him down the corridor. He'd profiled everyone he could find at the hospital. They were admin, high up, but in a different department to Echt. He ignored them, like he was deep in thought. People at work d
