Four men had entered the hospital and every one of them was either unconscious or worse. Alex was still half convinced that any second he would wake up in bed. Maybe he had been given too many painkillers. Surely the whole thing was just some sort of ghastly medicated dream.
But it wasn’t. Alex went back to reception. He knew he had to call the police. He was amazed that he hadn’t seen one single nurse during the entire ordeal. He leaned over the desk, reaching for the phone. A cool night breeze brushed across his neck.
That should have warned him.
Four men had come into the hospital, but five had been assigned to the job. There was another man: the driver. And if the main doors hadn’t just opened, there wouldn’t have been a breeze.
Too late Alex realized what that meant. He straightened up as fast as he could, but that wasn’t fast enough. He heard nothing. He didn’t even feel the blow to the back of his head.
He crumpled to the floor and lay still.
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