Chapter 94

“So.” Gregor’s voice was still raspy, and he cleared his throat. “What did I miss?”

I’d just finished filling him in when Mark’s cell phone rang.

“Is that ‘L’amour est bleu’?” Mother asked.

“Yeah, it is.” The corner of Mark’s mouth tipped up in a grin. “Trust you to recognize it, Portia.” He fished his phone out of his pocket. “Bonjour, Max.” That made sense: a French song for the little French doctor. “Comment ?a va?” He sat up abruptly. “Yeah? ... Can you keep him there? ... Good. Do that. I’ll be down as soon as I can. I owe you, Max. Merci.” He disconnected the call, then dialed another number. “Matheson... Jesus, don’t tell me you’re—Never mind. I need you to come pick me up. I’ll wait for you at the entrance to the GW emergency department. ... No, I’m fine. ... Yeah, you could say that. ... Okay, thanks.” He hung up again. “Something’s come up at headquarters. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I’ll come with you.”