“Mrs McGorrith, would you like for us to stop at the cafe before heading to St. Clement’s hospital?” The new driver—David— asked softly as Laura settled st the hack of the car.
“Oh..erhhh no not at all. And we aren’t going to Dr. Manuel today. Please take me to see Dr. Liam.” Laura replied with courtesy.
The young British man who was about 27 years of age was always so polite with her. He never spoke unnecessarily or made unethical comments. Laura felt comfortable around him. She was sure King had given him an earful of warnings.
David drove out of the mansion, tuning the radio toan old country music station.
Getting to the hospital, Laura checked her watch and saw it was already past 2pm. And she knew Dr. Liam would soon step out for his lunch break. She hoped he was still in.
“Hell
