“Okay?” Mason asked.
The driver tried to speak. His voice came as a throaty squeak. He coughed, cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, “Okay, but I wouldn’t go through it again for a thousand.”
Mason slid out of the car. “Come on, Della.”
She followed him into the hospital. Mason said to the girl at the information desk, “I know something about this ambulance case that’s just coming in the door now. I’m supposed to tell the doctor something about the patient.”
“Yes?”
“Uh huh.”
“What did you want to tell him?”
“Something he wants to know,” Mason said.
She flushed. “I didn’t mean it that way. Was it information about the patient?”
“Of course.”