CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
As she lay in the hospital bed listening to the sounds of people passing up and down the corridor, the squeak of safety shoes on non-slip floors, ringing phones answered by loud-voiced nurses, McCall felt safe but disappointed. All of her colleagues had been to visit, and her room looked more like a flower store, while Get Well cards littered a small table by the door, a testimony to her colleagues’ affection.
But there had been no sign of John Steel. Considering all the times he had appeared from the shadows when they thought he couldn’t possibly come back, why couldn’t he turn up now? The one time she wanted him, he was nowhere to be found.
McCall turned her head as Tina knocked, holding a bowl of cherries and another card.
‘Hi, honey, how are you feeling?’ Tina ask
