CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After I recovered enough to consider Nick’s situation, I checked with a nurse to make sure my gear was stowed, so to speak. The smiling Hispanic woman assured me they had locked my valuables in a cabinet tucked beneath the small bedside table. She demonstrated this by producing a small key and using it to open the cabinet door. She pulled out my shoulder bag and lifted it for me to see, still smiling.
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