Now that he was outside he decided to slow down, though; to disappear casually into the night.Just as the male nurse had informed him, there was a small taxi rank on one side of the car park. It consisted of only two cars and Andrew wasted no time in heading for the one parked in front, but he stopped before he got there. He realised that he was covered in blood. Most of it was on his hands, but a small amount had spattered his shirt. Andrew wondered how he would explain it to the taxi driver. Would they be used to such things, picking up passengers from a hospital? He couldn’t count on it.Fortunately, as Andrew moved away from the street lamps that lit the entrance to the main building, the blood became less of an issue. The blood stains were nondescript blotches in the darkness of the shadows and would be of no concern to a casual observer. They could be paint stains for all anybody knew.Andrew reached the taxi and pulled open the rear door. The car was a featureless, silver saloon and the driver was a young Asian man who nodded at him as he entered the vehicle.“Where to, my friend?”Andrew gave his address and the driver set off, pulling out onto the main road speedily as if he had done so a thousand times before. It had gotten dark outside and the weather had started to worsen, too.
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