Eric made his way from the rear of the building to the front entrance and Hicks’ parking spot. As he turned the corner, he pushed passed the dancing or fighting patients and headed for Hicks’ Mercedes. Suddenly Eric stopped dead; his jaw flopped open in panic.
‘Oh s**t,’ he said, seeing the car. Not only was there a filing cabinet sticking out of the windscreen, it was on fire. ‘She’s not going to like this,’ Eric said, turning around and heading back the way he came.
A large crowd of patients gathered around the vehicle, and others ran in fear of the fire. Nurses had given up trying to herd the people back inside and stared out through the windows of the staff room on the first floor of the east wing. The reality of the situation hit home like a hammer. The easy life at the clinic was o
