CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
Bren’s Pov.
I get to the address and park my car at the back alley. He warned me not to be seen, its 10 o'clock in the night. The streets are empty except for a few pedestrians. The hospital building is big and made of brick walls. The lights are on, but they seem very dim.
It looks like a haunted house; how do they treat people in a place like this. I text Dr. Walberg, and he replies immediately.
After a couple of minutes, I get down from the car and walk around the alley. I hear a screeching sound from the dumpster, no doubt—rats.
“s**t” I mutter, getting impatient.
Where is he?
A door opens and he peers out in search of me, there he is. He looks around nervously like someone is going to see us. There is nobody here; it's fine. I know I am just saying
