He was halfway across town when he realized he couldn’t go home. There were too many questions he needed answers to before he could figure out his next move.
Turning the car around, Myles headed back to the hospital. He needed to be there when the Locke woman woke up. If it meant taking on a long night’s vigil, so be it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d remained at the bedside of a critically ill patient, at the ready in case something happened.
No one was at the nurses’ station when he passed by. There were no messages on his desk when he entered his office. In a way, he felt relieved. That also meant the woman hadn’t suffered any further seizures.
He exchanged his jacket for his lab coat. As he started out the door, his eyes landed on the phone sitting on his desk. “Better call Mabl
