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Chapter Forty-Eight
A MISTY RAIN WAS FALLING as Ashleigh crossed from the parking garage to the lobby of Duke Medical Center in Durham. A clock high on a wall read 7:39 a.m. Collapsing her umbrella, she stepped to the main information desk where an elderly woman stared at a computer monitor.
“Could you tell me which room David Matthews is in, please?” Ashleigh asked.
Leaning forward, the woman clicked a few keys on her keyboard and squinted at the monitor. “Let’s see... Hmm. Is he a patient here?”
“He was in surgery all day yesterday.”
“Matthews...Matthews…Okay, here he is. Are you family?”
“Sister.”
“Well, he spent the night in Intensive Care, but he’s being moved to another room right now and I don’t have that number yet. Give me your name and I’ll page you when I have it.”
“How long is that going to take?”
“I don’t know
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