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Nathan slowed his brisk pace as he approached the constable stationed outside Patrick Powers’ hospital room. “What’s the situation? Any change?” he asked.
“No, sir, no change,” Constable Ramirez said with a quick glance over his shoulder at the door of the room he was guarding. “At least nothing significant. I heard one of the nurses say it’s been confirmed that his back’s not broken, but he’s not going to be making a run for it any time soon, so being here’s a waste of my time.”
“Maybe, but it’s better if you have an easy job for a while than he does a runner and we all have a lot more to do,” Nathan remarked. He didn’t know if Patrick Powers was the sort to do a runner to avoid the punishment his crime deserved, but he wasn’t about to chance it.
Patrick looked up from the magazine
