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“Is she still in the hospital?” Shay asked as he got into the passenger seat of Richie’s Porsche. Richie was still waiting in the parking lot of SF General, growing more impatient with each passing minute.
“What the hell is she doing in there?” Richie wondered. He told Shay about her request to see the building inspector’s picture but that he hadn’t heard from her since. He stared out at the parking lot looking for her, his hands on the steering wheel and his fingers impatiently tapping it. “She trying to operate on her friend, or something? It should have been a quick in and out.”
“She knows what she’s doing,” Shay’s voice was calm.
“Like hell!”
Shay rolled his eyes.
“So, what are you doing here, anyway?” Richie asked, still fidgeting. “Other than criticizing me.”
“I just wanted
