Bad Games

72



Amy and Patrick followed Detective Henry down the hospital’s corridor towards the east wing. They held hands along the way, moving slowly, grimacing from time to time from the pain their wounds were causing them for moving around sooner than they should be. This was worth it though.

Henry glanced over his shoulder at the couple as they hobbled along, still in their hospital gowns, looking as if sleep had completely eluded them these past few days. “You sure you’re up for this?” Henry asked, slowing his pace for them.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Patrick replied.

“Same here,” Amy said.

Henry shrugged. “Okay—shouldn’t be much further now.”

The couple followed Henry around a corner as they approached the east wing. Ahead of them, a police officer sat outside one of the rooms, reading a magazine.

Henry nodded to the officer in the chair. The officer looked at Henry, then at the Lamberts, then back at Henry.

“It’s okay,” Henry said. “I’ll take full responsibility.”

The officer looked at the Lamberts one last time, smiled an obligatory smile, then lifted his magazine and resumed reading.

Henry placed his hand on the door’s handle and looked over his shoulder. He made solid eye contact with both Amy and Patrick. “I’m trusting you on this. If you’ve got something else in mind…”

They both shook their heads at exactly the same time. “We gave you our word,” Amy said.

Detective Henry gave one hard nod then turned back around and opened the door.