"I‘m not even sure going there is the best thing for you.‘
They turned onto Fiftieth Avenue and skidded to a stopathe station. Porter negotiated the Charger into a handicapped
"Not going isn‘t an option. If it‘s him, I need to see."
spot and put his police placard on the dash. Reaching into hisshoulder holster, he pulled his Beretta and slipped it under theseat. He eyed the watch in Watson‘s hand. "Where did you sayyour uncle‘s shop was?"
"It‘s called Lost Ti
As Porter exited the hospital‘s main entrance, he spotted ayoung woman climbing out of a cab at the curb. With two fimgers pressed between his lips, he let out a whistle loud enoughto startle an elderly gentleman at his right. He forced a smile,
nodded at him, and hobbled toward the taxi,
When Porter fell into the back seat, the driver snickered.
"Are you escaping?"
Porter pulled the door shut and winced as the motiontugged at his stitches. "What?"
"You‘re wearing scrubs and you look a little rough to been staff."