Five-3

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DAN STRIDES INTO THE Emergency Department waiting room about 15 minutes later and walks straight to me. “How’re the Beckets?” he asks without preamble. “Grief-stricken,” I answer matter of factly. “Gladys?” “A combination of devastated and enraged.” Dan nods. “I’m going back to talk to him,” he says. “Is he lucid?” “He seems back to normal,” I sigh. “But Dan, I know you have a job to do. But go easy. Whatever he’s been through, he’s really vulnerable right now.” Dan looks like he’s about to say something, then thinks better of it. “Wait here, Tom. I’ll talk to you after I finish with him.” Turning on his heels, he marches over to the nurse’s station. “Really looking forward to it,” I mutter. I spend the time looking at emails, deleting the junk, forwarding the still-incoming reque

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