“Unlike its neighbors, this storefront had no obvious signage. It took a minute of searching to see the near-microscopic sign in the window: the marsh memorial clinic. “Jesus,” Jaime said as I rang the after-hours bell. “What is this? A rehab center?” “A private hospital,” I said. “Shit. Who do you have to kill to get in here?” She caught my expression. “Ah, not who, but how many. A Cabal hospital.” A blond woman in her forties opened the door. “Ms. Winterbourne. Hello. Mr. Cortez said you’d be ...by this evening. Come in, please. And I presume this is Jaime Vegas?” Jaime nodded. “Has there been any change in Dana’s condition?” I asked. A brief flutter of emotion rippled the nurse’s composure. “I’m afraid not. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. Mr. Cortez asked that this be a private visit, so if you need me, please buzz. Otherwise, I won’t bother you. She’s in room three.” I thanked her and followed her directions into a side hall. As we walked, Jaime looked around, taking in everything.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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