Chapter 12
“My car is going to reek of cigarette fumes, thanks to you.” Kurt grumbled at his brother, Jon, sitting in the passenger seat of Kurt’s Range Rover, sucking in nicotine from a stick of cigarette.
“Stop whining, Kurt. I thought you came here to console me... I need comfort and support, not complaints.” Jon muttered, twisting his head and aiming the smoke out through the open side door.
“Please...” Kurt said and snorted. He cut his eyes at his younger brother. Jon was sprawled in the seat, his fringe of hair obscuring one eye. He was dressed in black scrubs and had blue sneakers on his feet.
Kurt’s car was parked in the Reddington Hospital’s parking lot, under the shade of a palm tree. Beyond the shade, the afternoon sun showered the earth with its brilliance.
“I know you’re
