Fast. Wolfe knew instinctively that his witnessing the shooting made him a target as well. And this hospital lobby was too exposed. He turned and walked across the lobby and out the door into a slight drizzle of cold rain. He looked around for that van, for anyone who seemed a threat. And for a moment...everyone seemed like a threat. That black mailman who was glancing at him as he walked by; that taxi driver pulling up, probably just waiting for a patient leaving the hospital; that lady walking her dog. They all seemed inexplicably sinister in that moment. Wolfe chuckled at his own nervousness, going quickly down the steps to the sidewalk. He glanced around again, and saw no one else except an old lady with a walker—and decided he probably didn’t have to worry about her. Still, he was going to have to watch his back awhile. He set off down the sidewalk, thinking.
