Chapter Nine
Teddy held the door to the hospital open while Ric hobbled through it. The docs gave him a thorough examination then released him. They should have kept him for another day. Dark half-moons hung below his eyes, and his face still had a grayish pallor.
They descended the steps to his car that Teddy retrieved from his apartment. Success had found him somewhere recently. A 1939 Ford convertible, the vehicle sported two doors, creamy leather seats, and a glossy finish over the burgundy paint job. Her little beater at home would fit in this baby's trunk.
She tried to hand him the keys, but he waved her away. “As much as it pains me to admit it, I'm in no condition to drive. How about if you take us back to my office? I could use some peace and quiet. I've been poked and prodded
