In the hallway, the press entourage was gone. There wasn't a reporter in sight. I took the elevator, and, downstairs, a blonde woman in a rose-colored suit and matching high heels approached. "Mr. Ambrose, do you have a minute? I'm Jessica Sanders with WTNG News."
I stopped and looked into her eyes. I was about to say no, but I nodded reluctantly. "What would you like to know?"
"Maybe we can discuss this over a drink?" she asked. Obviously, she had waited for me to come down all day.
I shook my head. "No, but if you have something to ask, then shoot."
She nodded, obvious disappointment prominent in her eyes. "Would you mind if I record this?"
I let out an exasperated breath. "Make it quick. I have somewhere to go."
She snapped on a hand micro-recorder in her hand. "What hospital were
