Liam was already scrubbing outside surgical suite number three when he arrived the next morning to operate.
Bond recognized him with a nod as he covered his hair and slipped a mask around his neck. He stood beside him and stepped on the pedal that started the water. When his hands were wet, he hit the pedal that filled his hands with soap and reached for a scrub brush. He glanced at the clock to be sure he scrubbed the required length of time.
As Liam finished and went past him into the operating suite, he said under his breath, “O’Shea says everyone for your surgeries has been cleared.”
“Thanks.” That meant they were safe. For the moment. Still, he found himself going through the names of the staff and wondering if any were involved. He even thought about Northman Bonné, but immediatel
