Zeff and Logan had to wait for everyone to leave before they could backtrack to Zeff’s ‘69 Dodge van, and from there it was a solid hour and a half to get to the hospital in Fortuna. Exhaustion overcame them both, and they drove in silence, muffled by the roar of the van’s engine, which was situated in the front.
Zeff pulled up to the loading dock at the rear of the hospital and parked behind a dumpster.
“I gotta tell you, man, I think this is crazy. There’s bound to be cops all over the place, and they think you did this.”
“I’ll get in.”
“Yeah, but can you get out?”
“Just wait for me, here.”
Logan climbed out of the van and entered the hospital via the loading dock. At the end of a long, linoleum-tiled hallway, he ducked into a utility room stashed with scrubs for custodians. He put
