Chapter 39
10:47 p.m.
Davis Memorial Hospital - Bethesda, Maryland
The three men entered his room like shadows.
They were quiet, almost silent. They had turned the lights off out in the hallway. So when they opened Ed Newsam’s door a c***k, and slid into his dark room, almost nothing about the light changed.
It didn’t much matter. Ed Newsam didn’t believe in sleep. Not at a time like this. He had been prescribed a powerful morphine-based painkiller for his bullet wounds and his cracked hip. The painkiller would make him sleep. Ed believed in pain. This pain was all too real not to believe in it. And he didn’t refuse the painkiller. He palmed it. And when the nurse left the room, he slipped it under his mattress.
He could have refused it instead, but he wanted them to put it on his me
