Around him loomed a huge building shaped like a squared U. The main section lay directly ahead, with a wing running down each side of the road. In front of the main entrance was a circular drive for dropping off and picking up passengers. The purchase Franklin had made sat in a box on the seat beside him. Best way to carry it, he figured. Not likely anyone would question what was inside. As the taxi neared the circular section, Franklin spotted a crowd of people near the main hospital door. His eyes narrowed. He saw reporters, cameramen, and lots of fans. Some carried signs that said “Get well soon, Rayne.” He pressed back against the seat. Not good. He didn’t want his face picked up on some camera. The driver clucked his tongue. “It’s that rock singer. You know the one?” “Yeah.” Franklin kept his voice even. “Drive around the circle and go back down a ways.” “Whatever you say, sir.” The cabbie did as he was asked, then pulled over. “This okay?” “Fine.” Franklin took out his wallet and paid the man.
