46: Reactions

Andrew stood before the window in the private hospital room. Arms crossed over his chest, he watched the traffic flow below.

A great deal weighed heavily on his mind, not least of which was his concern over Evelyn. She lay sleeping off the effects of the sedative the doctors had given her prior to her examination. He was still anxiously awaiting the report from the physician.

Montero was dead.

While he understood neither he nor Evelyn were under suspicion—in fact, the current most probable suspect by his best estimation was the remarkably unfortunate Mr. Aldrich, who was unlikely to ever resurface and provide any sort of accounting for himself or his actions. Had Andrew not been familiar with the kind of zealous violence favored in underworld thugs with ties to Tammany Hall, he might have felt bad for the luckless fellow.

Almost.

At present, he was more concerned with protecting his own.

A soft rap at the door pulled him from his cycling thoughts. Spying the long white lab coat embroid