Chapter FifteenNathan emerged from the Brooklyn Hospital Center with clean clothes, a laptop, seventy-five dollars in cash, and a new soul. When he had first arrived, he slipped into the hospital without notice, grabbed some blue scrubs, and spent a half-hour reading charts on the cancer ward. Finally, he found Mr. Paul Sullivan — eighty-seven years old with aggressive lung cancer. Sullivan appeared to have no family which meant there would be few, if any, inquiries into his death.
When it appeared the nurses were too busy to notice, Nathan entered Sullivan’s room and took off the scrubs. He dressed in Sullivan’s clothes — a bit tight but clean. Sullivan watched through barely-opened eyes. After dressing, Nathan spied the laptop. No password protection. At eighty-seven, Sullivan probably
