When we reached the hospital we found Clancy and a couple of cops still waiting outside Myra’s door. Bogle had been taken away.
I went up to Clancy. “How is she?” I asked anxiously.
Clancy looked mournful. “She’s bad,” he said. “The doc’s in there now.”
“Can I go in?”
“Not yet,” Clancy said, shaking his head. “Maybe when the doc’s through.”
I turned away. I was tempted to burst into her room, but I knew it wouldn’t do, so I wandered over to a chair and sat down.
“Who’s the guy with a face like a tomato?” Arym whispered in my ear.
I told her.
“He looks like a heel,” Arym said. “I think I’ll throw a scare into him.”
“Lay off,” I said hurriedly. “We don’t want any trouble here.”