Kelly
A guy in a blue jacket trots out of the glass doors of this place Tommy calls a hospital, but which looks like a resort hotel. He pauses at the top of the massive stairs, then smiles and trots down to open my door.
I'm embarrassed I was gaping, but thank him. The guy then trots around to meet Tommy next to the open driver's side. Tommy hands him the keys. The guy scans a little card on the key ring, checks a unit he's carrying that looks kind of like a credit card machine, then says, "Good to see you, Mr. Sandowsky. You'll find Mr. Moretti in suite 322."
"Thanks." Tommy's leading me up the stairs when the guy calls us back.
"I'm sorry, I'll need your guest to sign in?" he says, sounding nervous.
I take the unit the guy's offering, write my name on the digital screen, and hand it back to him.
"There was a man who was in the ambulance with Crash—I mean, Mr. Moretti. Do you know where they took him?"
