Chapter 16The evening was as quiet as it could have been when you spend it in a hospital. The so-called hospital was in fact a private clinic, which afforded a sober but comfortable restaurant and lounge. Mark and I had each been assigned a room on different floors and although it was nighttime when we reached our new domiciles, I could see that my window faced a park. Down the hall from my room there was a door leading to a terrace. That’s where I went as soon as Mark left me and retired for the night. Aziz went to his hotel and promised to call James as soon as he was alone, away from the scrutinizing eyes and ears of the agency. The strain of his injury showed on Mark’s face throughout the evening and I was glad that this hotel was a clinic. Being shot, albeit in the butt, is never easy
