Chapter 4Oscar looked up from the computer, almost at the airport. A chime rang out, a call on Miguel’s phone, which rested in a cradle on the dash. The screen flashed a name, Killington. “Don’t answer that.”
“Why? He’s your doctor.” The ringing stopped.
“Not anymore. Don’t talk to him.” The phone beeped a voicemail notification.
“What does he want?” Miguel tapped the phone, and the message played.
“Oscar, you need to come back. Your condition is critical. Call me right away.”
Miguel tapped the phone. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“Then what’s he talking about?”
Oscar huffed. “I’m fine.”
“That message sounded serious.” Miguel’s arms straightened stiff on the wheel, and he veered toward an exit coming up.
“What are you doing?” Oscar couldn’t believe it.
“Turning around, I’m taking you
