Much too easy. Had to be something wrong.
“Going somewhere, Mr. Ranglen?”
Sitting by the entrance was big burly brute Hussein.
Ranglen moaned, turned to face him.
Hathaway pulled out his cellpad and entered a code. “You don’t have to worry. I just cleared your unauthorized exit from the hospital. They won’t search for you.”
Ranglen mumbled, “Ah, such power.” He was afraid that Pia had maybe set him up. But he didn’t see her—and he still wanted to trust her.
“Power cuts both ways,” the detective said. “In having it, it sometimes has power over you.”
“That’s so profound.”
“I’m sure you can relate. You don’t look too healthy so you better sit. You’ve got an ugly head-wound.”
“Makes me look like a pirate.” He was tired already from just that little walk, weaker than he expected, and b
