Chapter 13
A meeting of all the people working for the hospital had been called for noon of the following Thursday. Everyone dragged in, totally wiped out by the work they’d done for the last seven days. Many had not had more than a couple hours sleep each day.
“How’s she doing?” The speaker’s eyes were on Joyce.
“She’s fighting it, but she’s getting easier to handle. Remember, she’s had less sleep than we have,” Joyce confirmed. “I don’t know how she’s still on her feet.”
“She’s still reticent about naming the CIA or DEA agents around here. I don’t think we’re going to be able to get that out of her. She swears she doesn’t know any by name,” Julius grumbled.
“Even with all the drugs we’ve given her, she’s still not talking.” Joyce frowned.
There was silence for a moment as Sonya loo
