‘s**t,’ Novak said, as his foot slipped in water. Janine, her young husband Dirk, and a black woman and her children were huddled outside the swinging door that led to the ICU. ‘Where’s the nurse or the doctor?’
‘I don’t know, Pa,’ Janine said, looking up at him and wringing her hands. ‘It’s why I called you. I’ve asked a cleaner to fetch a nurse. He said he didn’t know anything about a problem with the plumbing.’
Novak burst through the door with Alex at his heels. The lighting in the ward was dim, in consideration of the hour, and Alex reached for his pistol as he saw the door to the bathroom near Lisa’s bed swing open. A man emerged carrying something in his right hand.
Time seemed to slow as Alex’s eyes fed the information to his brain. The man was indoors, but he wore a hat. Why? H
