Carlos’s jaw locked as he stepped into the hospital. His muscles twisted in disgust.
He hated the sterile smell and the brightness of every corner.
It took everything in him not to turn and leave, but he needed to do this himself or he might lose the only chance of finding answers.
The female receptionist’s face lit up the moment she saw him. She tugged the hem of her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage.
“Hello and welcome to St. Malcolm’s. How may I help you today?” she purred with a practiced sweetness that grated his nerves.
Carlos didn’t answer right away. He scanned the surroundings again.
It was a small hospital, tucked into a part of the city that took effort to find.
But his investigation had led him here, so he had to trust his gut.
“I’m looking for Dr. Harlow,” he said
