Читать книгу LaCost - Patrick Rizio - Страница 12

Driving to the hospital was interminable. When Jason finally got there, he found Alison’s car already parked in the emergency parking lot. He pulled in a few spaces down from hers and ran to the door.

Part of the dread he felt was for her. These last few months had found them spending more and more time together, while working on Sarah’s affairs. They were becoming, he felt, more than simply colleagues. Although they had never expressed it to each other with a date, or a kiss, it seemed to Jason that Alison felt the same way. His intuitive powers, so far, didn’t extend to affairs of the heart. He was hopeful.

Without realizing it, the resident genius of Universal Biotech had been, for at least a portion of his time, thinking lately of things other than research. It had made him happier. Right now, it was killing him. He approached the desk with the finesse of an offensive lineman.

“I’m looking for a seven-year old girl they just brought in,” he said, concentrating and relaxing at the same time while staring directly into the eyes of the nurse behind the desk.

“Yes sir. Her name?”

Jason turned immediately to his left and started walking towards the double doors opposite him in the waiting area.

Through the doors, turn right at the first hallway, second door on the left, bed 12.

“Sir. Sir, if you could give me her name.”

The nurse calmly stopped talking when Jason went through the double doors. She was not unaccustomed to people being upset. Besides, she expected he’d be back after he got himself lost. The hospital was huge, and after all, she knew where the girl had been taken. He didn’t.