(November 17th)
Ben
I sit in the waiting room at St. Joseph's Emergency Room. My left leg taps an
impatient rhythm on the floor. I scan the room for the seventh time, mentally taking notes on each person in sight. I check the hallway leading to the exit. No one. I check the hallway behind the front desk. No one. But someone could be
approaching, just out of view. I casually stand and walk toward the entrance to the ER, scanning for signs of anyone I might have come into contact with during my two years working undercover. I look for signs that anyone besides me is carrying. Sharp angles where there shouldn't be any, strange bulges in pockets or at the waistband.
I turn and stroll up to the desk. The nurse looks up, but when she sees it's only me,
she goes back to her work. I look thr
