“You call the local police right away.”

“Got it,” Marcus said.

I watched his blue pen move across the page, writing my sister into the heavy black logbook.

I watched the blue ink dry in the security log before I walked away.

I took the main elevator down to the ground floor.

I needed a few minutes away from the quiet machines and the strong smell of rubbing alcohol.

The hospital cafeteria was nearly empty at eleven in the morning.