CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Mr. Zee held his arms out, pushing people in wheelchairs and walkers back against the wall. "Give him some space.” He had to make way for Clarence to be transported to his room on a gurney. “Let him through, poor man.”
Mr. Zee was so close to ruling in this region. Not only was the receptionist his now, Hillcrest would be—soon. After that, the town of Osceola. The people, the businesses, churches, the farms? All would be his.
"Sir, this man needs to be transported to the hospital.” The EMT checked straps on the gurney and patted Clarence's shoulder, checking his pulse. "He has been in and out of consciousness and his color is terrible. Considering his age, I think he should be admitted to the hospital. I don’t understand why you redirected us here.”
Mr. Zee stepped
