Terminal

“Did he say where he was going?” Brian asked.

“Nope,” Gary said. “But he took a suitcase and a garment bag with him when he left.”

Brian thanked Gary, then returned to his rental car. The idea of Sean leaving with luggage did not sound promising. Brian only hoped his brother wasn’t dumb enough to be trying to make a run for it. Unfortunately, with Sean, anything was possible.

Brian headed for the Forbes Cancer Center. Although the switchboard was closed, Brian thought that the building itself would be open, and it was. He went into the foyer.

“I’m looking for Sean Murphy,” he told the guard. “My name is Brian Murphy. I’m Sean’s brother from Boston.”

“He’s not here,” the guard said with a heavy Spanish accent. He consulted a log in front of him. “He left at two-twenty. He came back at three-oh-five, but left again at three-fifty.”

“Do you have any way to get in touch with him?” Brian asked.

The guard consulted another book. “He’s staying at the Forbes residence. Would you like that address?”

Brian told the guard he already had that information and thanked him. He walked outside and got back into his car, wondering what he should do. He questioned the wisdom of his coming to Miami without having spoken to Sean first and wondered where his brother could be.

Deciding to check into his hotel, Brian started his car and made a U-turn to head out of the parking lot. In the process he spotted a black Isuzu that looked suspiciously like Sean’s. Steering closer to it, he noticed that the plates were from Massachusetts. Putting his Lincoln in park, Brian hopped out to peer into the 4 × 4. It was Sean’s, all right. The interior was filled with his fast-food wrappers and empty foam cups.

It seemed odd that Sean would leave it parked in the hospital lot. Going back into the building, Brian mentioned the car’s presence to the guard and asked if he could account for it. The guard simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Is there any way to get in touch with the director of the Center before Monday?” Brian asked.

The guard shook his head.

“If I were to leave my name and hotel number,” Brian said, “would you call your supervisor and ask if he could pass it on to the director of the Center?”

The guard nodded agreeably and even got out a pen and paper for Brian to write on. Brian wrote the note quickly, then handed it to the guard along with a five-dollar bill. The guard’s face lit up with a big smile.

Brian returned to his car, drove to his hotel, and checked in. Once in his room, the first thing he did was call Kevin to give him the number. Kevin again assured him there’d been no arrest.

Brian then called Anne to reassure her that he’d gotten to Miami safely. He admitted he’d not yet spoken with Sean but expected to do so soon. He gave her his number at the hotel before hanging up.

After speaking with his mother, Brian kicked off his shoes and opened his briefcase. If he was stuck in a hotel room, at least he could get some work done.

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“THIS IS more like the scenery I expected to see in South Florida,” Sean said. They had finally left civilization behind. The four-lane highway lined with strip malls and condominiums had given way to a two-lane road slicing straight across the Everglades.

“It’s breathtakingly beautiful,” Janet said. “It looks almost prehistoric. I half expect to see a brontosaurus rise up from one of these ponds,” she added with a laugh.

They were cruising past oceans of saw grass interspersed with hummocks of pine, palm, and cypress. Exotic birds were everywhere. Some were ghostly white, others iridescent blue. Huge cumulus clouds billowed in the distance, looking whiter than usual against the intense blue sky.

The drive had done much to help calm Janet. She was glad to be leaving Miami and her patients behind. With Sean driving, she had her shoes off and her bare feet planted on the dash. She was dressed in her most comfortable pair of jeans with a simple white cotton shirt. For work she’d had her hair tied back, but she’d taken it down as soon as they’d pulled out of the Forbes lot. With all the car windows rolled down, it was blowing free.

The only problem was the sun. Since they were heading due west, bright sunlight was streaming through the windshield with a vengeance. Both Sean and Janet were wearing their sunglasses, and they had tilted the sun visors in an attempt to keep their faces shaded from the harsh rays.

“I think I’m beginning to understand Florida’s attraction,” Janet said, the sun notwithstanding.

“It makes winter in Boston seem extra cruel,” Sean said.

“How come you didn’t want to take your Isuzu?” Janet asked.

“There’s a little problem with my car,” Sean said.

“What kind of problem?” Janet asked.

“The police are interested in talking to its owner.”

Janet took her feet down from the dash. “I don’t think I like what I’m hearing,” she said. “What’s with the police?”