McKinney is a second-tier city, but the business at City Hospital is always booming.
When Nathalie Quinlan took a car to City Hospital, it was almost six in the evening. The sun outside began to move toward the west, and the afterglow was still unbearably hot on her skin.
She was carrying a plastic bag she had just retrieved from Lowie Wilmar, white and printed with the name of some fruit shop. Inside it was something that seemed like both fungi and meat, shaking in the bag.
Alfred Garland, accompanying Amadeus Yancey, was downstairs looking for Edric Yancey's doctor when his sharp eyes spotted the person carrying the fruit bag heading toward the inpatient area.
"Isn't that Ms. Quinlan?"
Amadeus Yancey, who had been hands in pockets and chewing on his nicotine inhaler with an impatient and bloodthirsty air, lifted his eyelids to look over.
Indeed, he saw that sly and slender figure at the elevator.