Moretti,” Nurse Foster said.

Her voice was gentle, professional and absolutely firm.

“You’re listed as her emergency contact, not her legal next of kin.”

I reached into my overcoat and put my corporate credit card on the plastic counter.

“I’m putting the two-thousand-dollar emergency admission deposit on this card right now,” I said.

“Where did they take her?”

Nurse Foster glanced down at the gold card, then at the leather glove on my right hand.

She ran the card through her terminal and printed a paper receipt.