"I want you to make a phone call for me."
"Yeah, sure." Shock looked bewildered. Then Ron explained.
They reached the guard in the East Wing of the Medical Center without much difficulty. Shock crouched over the receiver and said:
"This is Dr. Luther. Something's happened; you better connect me with him."
"Okay, hold on."
There was a wait. Then Ron Carver's own voice, in its eerie new inflection, was on the other end.
"What is it?"
"This is Luther. Something's happened down here. I think the boy got away."
"What? Where are you?"
"In the morgue, downstairs. I think you better come down yourself."