“This way to the elevators, please,” the guard said.

He pointed down the hall.

A second guard stepped off the main elevator and waited by the open metal doors.

Barbara glared at me.

She didn’t argue with the uniformed guards.

She turned and walked off down the long hall, her heavy purse swinging against her hip.

The nurses at the central station were still staring at me.

The doctor in the white coat slowly shook his head and walked away.