“What the hell are you talking about?” Luke stared at Emily’s old boyfriend through the glass, with his arms crossed. He wanted to break that glass down and hop over and pound that arrogant jerk’s face in. But he also knew that he was here on sufferance, a special privilege granted by Anglotti, so he needed to remain calm. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Drawing it out, he didn’t recognize the number. “Hello, Luke here.” “This is Sam. Sam Dougherty. I got your number from Angela.” This was a surprise. Emily’s father’s voice was different somehow. Chastened maybe, or just more quiet. Perhaps it was because he was still at the hospital. Luke heard the background noises of announcements and beeps you’d hear in an institutional setting. This was a surprise. “How is Mrs. D?” “She’s shaken, but she’ll be fine.
