Chapter Sixteen
“Stop shining that light in my eyes,” Raymond snapped. “I told you I’m fine. You patched my head up, and I let you stitch me up. Now I want to go and check on my family.”
He was behind a curtain in the emergency room, sitting on a gurney, and a young dark-haired doctor who hadn’t shaved in a few days flicked off the penlight he’d been shining in his eyes.
“I’d prefer if you stayed overnight,” the doctor said. “It seems you have a mild concussion…”
But Raymond was already shaking his head, not about to explain to this kid that he’d had way worse, and this was nothing. “Nope, I humored you, but I’m going.” He slid off the gurney and looked down on the young doctor, who was a few inches shorter than him. “You know anything about Charlotte O’Connell?”
The man shook his hea
