Chapter 4Having worked as a bike messenger for about three years now, Gage had traveled all over New York City, and he had gone into many buildings, but he could count on one hand the number of times he had to locate somebody at a hospital. Larry, the elderly gentleman who waited for him next to the reception counter at the lobby to accept the neatly wrapped package, was very chatty, but the man was an extremely generous tipper. Gage indulged Larry for as long as he could before excusing himself. He had just bidden farewell to Larry when he heard it, that soft ringing of the bell, and there was the scent, as well. It was flowery and sweet, yet woodsy and earthy at the same time. Gage quickly darted his eyes around the lobby, and he almost instantly caught sight of that man’s back.
“Differ
