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The unmarked grey sedan parked in the visitor’s parking lot. Leif Brunswick climbed out, straightening his tie in the rear view mirror. He got bomb threats once in a while, but rarely at hospitals. What was the gain?
He walked in the entrance way. Just inside the entrance was a visitor’s station.
“Hello, I’m Chief Inspector Brunswick, I received a call about a bomb threat.”
The nurse looked confused.
“Excuse me, let me talk to my supervisor,” she said, and quickly walked out.
Brunswick leaned on the counter, sighing. A doctor bumped into him.
“Ooop! Sorry, sir,” he said.
“No problem,” Brunswick said.
“No it’s my fault,” the doctor said, holding out a hand, “The name’s Harrison. Warren Harrison.”
Brunswick felt a chill run down his spine, but he shook it off and took the hand.
“Leif Brunswick, good to meet you.”
Harrison nodded, smiling and walked away.
How could a cop be on to him? He was nearly home free. He couldn’t know about the bomb. Could it be a coincidence?
Harrison started walking away.
Brunswick turned back around.
Why do I feel so cold?
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The Ward
Mystery / ThrillerAfter his wife's tragic death in a fire a man swears revenge against the doctor who was unable to save her.
