Chapter 91

I entered the ED and walked to the reception desk.

“May I help you sir?”

“My friend was brought here a short while ago. His name is David Cooper, and he was shot.”

“Doctor Forrester is looking after him.”

“My name is Quinton Mann. Would it be possible for me to speak with the doctor when he’s available?”

“She. I’ll tell her—Oh, here she is! Dr. Forrester, Mr. Mann would like to talk to you.”

“I don’t have time to—Quinn?”

“Tory?” I knew this Doctor Forrester. She’d taken care of me when I’d been brought to the University of Maryland Medical Center after Buonfiglio had shot me at the Wyman Bros. Warehouse a couple of years before. We’d attempted to date for about eight weeks, but between the hours she worked and how often I was out of the country, we’d d never managed more than the occasional cup of coffee and finally had to give it up.

And then, of course, I’d met Susan.

“My God, it’s good to see you! How’s your leg?”

“It’s fine. How are you?”