CHAPTER 17
With Pomeroy gone the room was temporarily quiet. Privacy in a hospital, like silence in a library, is what one expects but only rarely gets. I looked out the window, now filled with the gray light of dusk. Had Laura been involved with Pomeroy? What difference would that make, anyway? I shook my head, which felt as if it was filled with the somber light of painkiller. It was hard to make sense of the whole thing.
The note!
When I leaped out of bed my body buckled. Soreness climbed my legs. My arms felt and looked as if they’d been stretched on a rack. The pain pill had apparently only entered my head. I hobbled across the room, reached into my bag, and found the letter.
It was crumpled, leading to the conclusion that Arch had read it before stuffing it in his desk. The beige
