The Man by the Elevator
Emily
The data took longer to pull together than I expected, three days of cross-checking triage numbers from my own hospital's records against the model I wanted to propose, and by the time I finally printed the finished report, it was well past nine at night and the wing around my office had gone quiet in that particular way hospitals only manage after visiting hours end.
I gathered my bag, the folder tucked under one arm, and headed for the elevator bank at the end of the hall.
A man stood near it already, dressed in a plain gray uniform, a delivery cart parked beside him loaded with sealed boxes marked for the catering company that supplied the staff cafeteria.
Nothing unusual. Deliveries ran late sometimes.
Still, something about the way he watched me app
