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〃He's not in trouble； is he？〃
〃No。 I promise。〃
They stopped at the bank； and Darby left with fifteen thousand in cash。 Carrying the money scared her。 Linney scared her。 White and Blazevich suddenly scared her。
* * *
PARKLANE was a detox center for the rich； or for those with expensive insurance。 It was a small building； surrounded by trees and sitting alone a half mile off the highway。 This might be difficult； they decided。
Gray entered the lobby first； and asked the receptionist for Edward Linney。
〃He is a patient here；〃 she said rather officially。
He used his best smile。 〃Yes。 I know he is a patient。 They told me at the law school that he was a patient。 What room is he in？〃
Darby entered the lobby and strolled to the water fountain for a very long drink。
〃He's in room 22； but you can't see him。〃
〃They told me at the law school I could see him。〃
〃And who might you be？〃
He was so friendly。 〃Gray Grantham； with the Washington Post。 They told me at the law school I could ask him a couple of questions。〃
〃I'm sorry they told you that。 You see； Mr。 Grantham； we run this hospital； and they run their law school。〃
Darby picked up a magazine and sat on a sofa。
His smile faded considerably； but was still there。 〃I understand that；〃 he said； still courteous。 〃Could I see the administrator？〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because this is a very important matter； and I must see Mr。 Linney this afternoon。 If you won't allow it； then I have to talk to your boss。 I will not leave here until I speak to the administrator。〃
She gave him her best go…to…hell look； and backed away from the counter。 〃Just a moment。 You may have a seat。〃
〃Thank you。〃
She left and Gray turned to Darby。 He pointed to a set of double doors that appeared to lead to the only hallway。 She took a deep breath； and walked quickly through them。 They opened into a large junction from which three sterile corridors branched out。 A brass plate pointed to rooms 18 through 30。 It was the center wing of the hospital； and the hall was dark and quiet with thick； industrial carpet and floral wallpaper。
This would get her arrested。 She would be tackled by a large security guard or a heavy nurse and taken to a locked room where the cops would rough her up when they arrived； and her sidekick out there would stand and watch helplessly as they led her away in shackles。 Her name would be in the paper； the Post； and Stump； if he was literate； would see it； and they'd get her。
As she crept along by these closed doors； the beaches and pina coladas seemed unreachable。 The door to number 22 was closed and had the names Edward L。 Linney and Dr。 Wayne McLatchee tacked on it。 She knocked。
* * *
THE ADMINISTRATOR was more of an ass than the receptionist。 But then； he was paid well for it。 He explained they had strict policies about visitation。 These were very sick and delicate people； his patients； and they had to protect them。 And their doctors； who were the finest in their field； were very strict about who could see the patients。 Visitation was allowed only on Saturdays and Sundays； and even then only a carefully selected group of people； usually just family and friends； could sit with the patients； and then only for thirty minutes。 They had to be very strict。
These were fragile people； and they certainly could not withstand interrogation by a reporter； regardless of how grave the circumstances。
Mr。 Grantham asked when Mr。 Linney might be discharged。 Absolutely confidential； the administrator exclaimed。 Probably when the insurance expired； suggested Mr。 Grantham； who was talking and stalling and halfway expecting to hear loud and angry voices ing from behind the double doors。
This mention of insurance really agitated the administrator。 Mr。 Grantham asked if he； the administrator； would ask Mr。 Linney if he would answer two questions from Mr。 Grantham； and the whole thing would take less than thirty seconds。
Out of the question； snapped the administrator。 They had strict policies。
* * *
A VOICE answered softly； and she stepped into the room。 The carpet was thicker and the furniture was made from wood。 He sat on the bed in a pair of jeans； no shirt； reading a thick novel。 She was struck by his good looks。
〃Excuse me；〃 she said warmly as she closed the door behind her。
〃e in；〃 he said with a soft smile。 It was the first nonmedical face he'd seen in two days。 What a beautiful face。 He closed the book。
She walked to the end of the bed。 〃I'm Sara Jacobs； and I'm working on a story for the Washington Post。〃
〃How'd you get in？〃 he asked； obviously glad she was in。
〃Just walked。 Did you clerk last summer for White and Blazevich？〃
〃Yes； and the summer before。 They offered me a job when I graduate。 If I graduate。〃
She handed him the photo。 〃Do you recognize this man？〃
〃He took it and smiled。Yeah。 His name is； uh； wait a minute。 He works in the oil and gas section on the ninth floor。 What's his name？〃
Darby held her breath。
Linney closed his eyes hard and tried to think。 He looked at the photo； and said； 〃Morgan。 I think his name is Morgan。 Yep。〃
〃His last name is Morgan？〃
〃That's him。 I can't remember his first name。 It's something like Charles； but that's not it。 I think it starts with a C。〃
〃And you're certain he's in oil and gas？〃 Though she couldn't remember the exact number； she was certain there was more than one Morgan at White and Blazevich。
〃Yeah。〃
〃On the ninth floor？〃
〃Yeah。 I worked in the bankruptcy section on the eighth floor； and oil and gas covers half of eight and all of nine。〃
He handed the photo back。
〃When are you getting out？〃 she asked。 It would be rude to run from the room。
〃Next week； I hope。 What's this guy done？〃
〃Nothing。 We just need to talk to him。〃 She was backing away from the bed。I have to run。 〃Thanks。 And good luck。〃
〃Yeah。 No problem。〃
She quietly closed the door behind her； and scooted toward the lobby。 The voice came from behind her。
〃Hey！ You！ What're you doing？〃
Darby turned and faced a tall； black security guard with a gun on his hip。 She looked pletely guilty。
〃What're you doing？〃 he demanded again as he backed her into the wall。
〃Visiting my brother；〃 she said。 〃And don't yell at me again。〃
〃Who's your brother？〃
She nodded at his door。 〃Room 22。〃
〃You can't visit right now。 This is off limits。〃
〃It was important。 I'm leaving； okay？〃
The door to 22 opened； and Linney looked at them。
〃This your sister？〃 the guard demanded。
Darby pleaded with her eyes。
〃Yeah； leave her alone；〃 Linney said。 〃She's leaving。〃
She exhaled and smiled at Linney。 〃Mom will be