MATT ENTERED THE HOSPITAL full of anxiety. He loathed hospitals and made a habit not to visit any if none of his family members were in there. Then, he didn’t have a choice.
Officer Preston, a solid forty-something man, was waiting near the entrance, talking to the security guard. He had probably made a joke because the guard was laughing loudly, with no respect for the sick people, waiting not even a few feet away from them.
“I’m Matthew Winston,” he said, closing the space between him and the two men. “You called me,” he said to the police officer, who was watching him as if he’d been an exotic exhibit. Matt thought that it was probably because of his beard.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Winston,” the officer greeted him. “Let’s go to that corner and talk without interference,” he proposed pointing t
