“That one belongs to one of the night nurses.”

“Did she lose her key again like she did last Sunday?”

“I don’t think so,” I said.

A phone on the reception desk rang four times before the clerk answered and started talking into a headset in a flat drone, reading patient room numbers to an ambulance driver.

Caleb looked up at me and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his cardigan.

“She must be parking down on the underground level.”