At the hospital, Will ignored the other cars filling up the parking lot and stopped his patrol car right in front of the main entrance. Sorensen was two steps behind him as he stormed through the sliding doors and headed for the elevator leading to the fourth floor. On the drive over, Sorensen had called ahead to find out more about Sam’s condition—despite the fact that his injuries were not life-threatening, he had been moved to a private room with a nurse posted nearby. The watch had been Sorensen’s idea, both to keep Sam safe and to keep him from checking out before they arrived.
In the elevator, Will watched the numbers light up and tried to ignore his stinging pride at his superior’s company. Keep your cool. Sorensen just wants to assure herself you’re fit to work on the case. Tread
