CHAPTER THIRTY
Samuel lay in his hospital bed. Almost every part of his body was enclosed in a plaster cast. However, even if he’d been fighting fit, he wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere.
The two large, uniformed police officers on the other side of the door would make sure he stayed put.
The man was conscious but completely immobilised.
The TV in front of him was merely for background noise; he had no interest in watching it. Then, as the celebrity chef prattled on, he heard a different sound of the door opening. Soft footsteps padded across the floor as somebody came into the room.
‘Hey, Doc, is that you?’ Samuel groaned but got no answer. ‘Nurse? Who is there? Answer me!’
Still, there was no reply. But there was some kind of noise. What was it, he wondered, breathing faster.
