CHAPTER 8
Late in the afternoon, the self-proclaimed detectives arrive at the hospital. Lisa carries a planter of daisies but struggles with the revolving hospital doors.
“Over here, Lisa.” Ryan holds open a side entrance.
“Thank you. I didn’t consider the doors when I bought this live arrangement. My focus was on making Mom happy.”
“You’ll do that for sure. It’s beautiful.”
Trace walks to the reception desk and picks up the visitor passes.
“You know what, guys,” Ryan says. “How about you two spend quality time with your mom, and I’ll catch up with my messages down here in the waiting room.”
“You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.”
As Trace and Lisa walk to the elevator, Ryan grabs one of the nearby black scoop chairs and slides onto it. After rolling his neck, he checks out the room and find
