Chapter 3I jumped up. “Stop!”
The man turned to me, and suddenly I had a gun pointed at my face. My chest heaved, and then I got a better look. His eyes were full of rage, his jaw clenched.
“John,” I said.
His eyes turned confused, but he still pointed the gun at me.
“You know me?” he asked.
I nodded slowly. I didn’t even look out of the corner of my eye to see Dr. Lee. I had to keep John focused on me. To keep him talking to me. To keep him pointing that gun at me.
“We were inpatient here once,” I said, surprised at the calm in my voice. “We played cards together all the time. Rummy. You kicked my ass.”
He grinned. “I am pretty good at rummy.”
Shaking uncontrollably, I stepped forward, looked up at him with wide, caring eyes, and asked, “What’s wrong, John?”
His eyes narrowed, an
