Out of frustration and, frankly, for the pure hell of it, John Soames stomped the brakes, fish-tailing his security vehicle across the icy drive. It came to a stop against a drift facing the opposite direction. Good enough, he thought, throwing the transmission into Park. For these people, it was good enough. He kept the motor running for the heater, what little there was of it, rubbed the frost from the side window, and stared up through the gloom at the original, now abandoned, hospital.
He shook his head in dismay. “What a load of crap.”
What had Francis called the place? Or was it Fred? Soames wasn"t good with names, especially first names, and that joker"s first and last were both first names. Security supervisor Fred Francis; that was it. Whoopee. The guy was an i***t, treated him
