CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Tony Blake was excited. He couldn’t help it. The newshound within him smelled a story. He scrolled down the names in his phone.
‘Dad, hold the front page. I think I have something.’ He gave his father an account of his brief conversation with Audrey.
He kissed his baby son goodbye, gave his wife a quick peck and almost leapt into his family-sized Skoda Octavia with its two child seats in the rear. The roads were particularly icy, and rush hour was building, so it took at least half an hour to get to Undermere General Hospital.
Tony hated paying for parking, but he knew that the hospital’s out-sourced contractor operated a ruthless system of fines. He also knew the layout of the hospital well, having spent quite a bit of time wandering around when his son had been il
