MELISSA WAS SURPRISED to see there were no guards at the door when she and Mitchell reached the room they had been directed to. With the circumstances being what they were, she would have expected to find a hospital security officer, if not a police officer, outside the door; it was not her place to say anything about it, however, though she was tempted to.
“Mr Wild,” Mitchell greeted the man in the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Zack wasn’t bothered by the lack of a genuine greeting, nor was he bothered by the perfunctory nature of the inquiry about his health; given how the sergeant had treated him since discovering he was the last person, supposedly, to see Lucy Goulding, he would have been surprised to hear any warmth or genuine concern in Mitchell’s voice.
“I’m as well as can be expec
