Chapter 19
TOM WAS DREAMING, or was he? He felt himself being lifted out of his seat and placed on something soft. Then he felt a prick in his arm, followed by the feeling of motion, and he could hear a siren. Voices were saying something to him—asking questions, questions that made no sense. Then he drifted off again. The next thing he knew, bright lights were being aimed at his face and there was a murmur of distant voices—one of which he finally understood.
“How do you feel, Mr. Foster?”
“I hurt. Where am I?”
“Emergency Room, St. Vincent’s. You were in an automobile accident.”
“Where’s Noah?” Tom said. “Is he all right?”
“Who?”
“My partner, Noah Webster. He was driving the car.”
“Is he a blond with green eyes?”
“Yes.”
“He suffered cuts and bruises, but is otherwise okay. He’s
