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Nick opened the door to room 324. Only one person was in the room, lying on a hospital bed.
Strange...
He thought he might have heard something as he had approached from the hallway.
Maybe the TV was on.
The person in the bed was a Hispanic woman in her late teens or early twenties. Her pale face was framed by a wealth of dark curls, with one cobalt-blue streak at her left temple. She was hooked up to several medical devices.
“Hi,” he said with what he hoped was a friendly smile as he approached the bed. He settled into an empty chair beside it. “I’m Detective Nick Foster with the La Valentia PD. What’s your name?”
The woman registered as Jane Doe looked over at him with a shuttered expression, her shoulders tense. “No English.”
Nick resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He had he
