Silver rays of sunlight from an open window in a white cinder-block wall fell upon a bed that had been set up in the middle of the tiled floor. The patient who sat on that bed was a middle-aged woman with hollow cheeks and long blonde hair that was starting to turn gray. She grunted at the sling that kept her arm immobilized.
Melissa clicked her tongue.
She was down on one knee before the woman, head bowed as she fussed with the sling. “There,” she said, nodding once. “That should hold for the time being. I"ll get Dr. Hamilton to take a look at you.”
“Thank you,” the woman muttered.
With a sigh, Melissa stood up and turned around. This place that had once been a classroom in a school on the north side of Queens was now filled with nine twin beds on wheels. With Slade"s goons targeting
