Darcy stepped out of the hospital room, his brow furrowing. The door closed softly behind him, muting the distant voices inside. He exhaled and looked down the hallway.
Clyde. He needed to talk to Clyde, without Micah finding out. Darcy's steps quickened as he retraced the direction Clyde had taken earlier. His footsteps echoed lightly against the polished floor. The hospital's sterile white walls and muted lighting did nothing to calm his growing sense of unease. He felt something didn't add up.
Clyde was connected to La Riviere Pharmaceutical, the place Micah had taken him last Wednesday, saying a friend helped him secure an appointment.
Now, Darcy knew that it was probably Clyde's doing. And with what the man said in the car, it seemed he had a high position in that company.
He wasn't just seeking Clyde for his mother's treatment, but because of Micah's strange interest in it.
