CHAPTER TWENTY
ALVARO MARICRUZ GROANED and clasped the bandage on his chest. The stitches had opened and he could feel them bleeding again. Gritting his teeth, he pulled on his jeans and slipped his feet into his sneakers. He didn’t even try to bend over to tie them. It was beyond his abilities at the moment. He kept an eye on the activity in the hallway, praying the nurses didn’t whip a surprise visit on him. Alvaro had paid close attention to their schedule over the last couple of days and he figured he had a few minutes before they returned to torture him.
With his shirt unbuttoned and his shoe laces flopping dangerously around his feet, Alvaro shuffled to the door and peered out. Pulling the shirt closed so his bandage was hidden, he slid into the hallway and headed for the elevators
