Six
The time schedule was blown up. I took a minute to strap on the shoulder holster, check my g*n, and slip it into the holster. I stopped down at the desk long enough to get the directions to County. Then I took off and pushed the Cadillac as hard as I could until I reached the hospital. I parked and rushed in, demanding to see Henderson.
I was shown into a room with four beds, all of them occupied. I spotted George in the bed on the left. Someone was with him, but when I showed up, George said something and the man stood up. He passed me as I headed for George. He didn’t look too friendly. I stopped beside the bed.
“How are you?” I asked abruptly.
He grinned at me. “Fine,” he said. “I was shot through the left shoulder. No bones broken, just a clean wound. The only thing is that the
