Chapter 14The couple stood beside the lavender Rolls Royce. It had taken them longer than he’d expected to get here from the Laurel Hill Community Health Center, first driving until they ran out of gas, and then walking the rest of the way, dragging their suitcases behind them.
“I’m positive we left the doors open,” the man said as he peered into the empty backseat. He tugged down the mask he wore.
“Could…could he have still been alive?” His wife followed his action and drew in a deep breath.
“I don’t know.”
The woman wrung her hands. “There was so much blood, and McIntyre was so insistent we leave.”
“It was foolish of us to permit our chauffeur to override our better judgment.”
“But how were we to know he was ill?”
Perhaps they should have, but they’d been so stunned by the sudden
