be better for Angie.
If Yolanda isnât so pissed off that sheâll tell the FBI weâre here.
Tamara broke into his thoughts. âIâm going to stay here tonight,â she whispered.
âOh?â
âIâve made arrangements with the staff. They have guest rooms for relatives right here in the building.â
Luke huffed. âMaybe we should let Yolanda know.â
âSheâll know.â
He nodded and headed for the door, Tamara beside him. Out in the empty, silent corridor, he said, âIâll see you tomorrow morning.â
âTomorrow Iâm going to put a port in your chest.â
Lukeâs blood ran cold. âA port? I donât want one of those things attached to my chest or anywhere else. Itâs like having a plastic leech hanging on me.â
She gave him a disapproving frown. âItâs better than sticking you every day. Youâll look like a drug addict, with all the bruises.â
His face twisted with revulsion.
âAfter the first half hour you wonât even notice that itâs there.â
âYes I will. I donât want it.â
âYouâd rather be stuck every day?â Tamara argued. âWith a port, I just put the needle into the valve, not in your arm.â
âBut the damned thing is in my chest all the time.â
She sighed. âYour granddaughter has one. You donât see her complaining about it.â
Luke stared at Tamara, then muttered, with a reluctant nod, âYouâre the doctor.â
âThatâs right,â she said. âI am.â
Grousing to himself, Luke went out into the cold night and climbed into the SUV. He poked at the GPS box sitting atop the dashboard to find a gas station. Goddamned van gobbles gas like an Army tank, he thought.
Once heâd filled the vanâs capacious fuel tank, he went into the stationâs minimart to pay in cash. And find the menâs room. Fill the gas tank and empty the bladder, he mused. At least I donât have to fill the SUV every couple of hours.
As he left the menâs room, Luke spotted a display of throwaway cell phones next to the cashierâs stand. He took one, paid cash, and bought a hundred minutes on it.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, he thought, Theyâll be asleep by now. Iâll just leave a quick message on their answering machine.
He was surprised when Del picked up on the first ring.
âDel? Itâs me, Luke. Listen, Angieâs doing fineââ
âLuke! Wait a minute, Lenoreâs getting ready for bed, but I know sheâll want to talk to you.â
He heard Del calling for his wife. Luke fidgeted uncertainly for a few seconds, then clicked the phone off. I told them Angieâs okay. Thatâs enough. Maybe the FBI can trace cell phone calls, he thought. Nervous, uncertain, he dropped the cell phone in the first trash bin he passed.
Then he drove back to the motel and slept fitfully until daybreak.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
T AMARA WAS WAITING for him in Angelaâs room, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
âGood morning,â Luke said softly as he entered the room. âHow is she?â
âSheâs holding her own. Weâre scheduled for the scans in an hour.â
Luke looked down at his granddaughter. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully enough. âHas she eaten anything?â
âIntravenously,â said Tamara.
Luke sank into one of the easy chairs.
Her lips curling into an almost impish smile, Tamara said, âItâs time for you to get your port.â
âNow?â
âYou gave me a schedule, and I intend to keep it. Now take off your jacket and unbutton your shirt.â
He watched her pull a gray plastic port and a hypodermic syringe out of a case on the table, then a small bottle of alcohol and a wiper pad. All in one neat package, Luke said to himself. The vial of enzymes sat on the table beside the