When they reached the locked entrance to the Critical Care Unit, Striker grabbed a gown from the bin and put it on. He tied the ends behind his back and looked around for a nurse. Moments later, the same nurse he’d dealt with last time came out of the staff lounge. He called her over and requested the doctor.She furrowed her brow. ‘He’s on break.’‘This is a police matter.’‘It’s the first break he’s had in nine hours.’‘And we haven’t had one in twelve. Get him. I wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t crucial.’‘I guess I could try paging him.’ She spoke the words with obvious reluctance, then walked down the hall without so much as another word.Striker watched her go, then looked at Felicia. ‘Is she getting him, or not?’Felicia threw up her hands. ‘This is bullshit. Wait here, I’ll find one myself.’ She marched down the south branch of the hallway, turned the corner, and disappeared from Striker’s view.With the nurse and Felicia gone, the interconnecting area of the hall was empty, and Striker was alone.
