As he heard the hollow sound of his footsteps in the corridor of the small hospital later that evening, Garrett remembered how much he hated the places. They were almost as bad as morgues. True, there were times when medical care was needed and a hospital was the place to get it. The facts did not make them any more comfortable.
Although it was well after normal visiting hours, when he explained to the charge nurse how he’d found the victim and led the rescue, he was allowed to go down to the room where the man was. He wasn’t sure what he expected. He just knew he wanted to see for himself the stranger whose life he and Mandy had saved.
The man in the bed looked drawn and dark, his sunburned skin and mahogany hair contrasting with the white bedding. He had an IV in his left arm and a cas
