Chapter Twenty-FiveThe wan early morning sunlight struggled to dry the dew on the grass as Trevor backed his vehicle to an abrupt stop in front of the hospital. He snatched his gray fedora from the seat beside him and vaulted from the car, not bothering to don the hat before he took the steps two at a time and burst through the front door. The sound of his heels punctured the air as he strode across the lobby to the receptionist.
A gray-haired woman seated behind the desk stared at a worn copy of Life magazine through thick glasses, the masked man on the cover lending the periodical an air of danger and intrigue. She tucked a slip of paper between the pages and blinked at Trevor several times as if to bring herself back to the present. He held up his identity card, and her gaze slid from
