FORTY-TWO
I knocked on the door a second time. His car was here, so I knew he was home. He might be asleep, though, given how little sleep either of us had gotten the night before, so I knocked harder in the hope that he'd hear me, wake up and come to answer the door. Just as long as it wasn't...
The door flew open and his angry little sister glared at me. "YOU! What are you doing here?"
I gave her my most professional smile, the one I gave difficult patients right before I decided only a rectal thermometer would suit my observations. "Good morning. I came to check on Nathan, to make sure he made it home okay last night."
Her lip curled in a sneer. "You're the slutty doctor who kidn*pped him from hospital so you could suck his d**k without losing your job? Figures. You're a selfish b**
