Meche didn't buy it. Not for a minute. How could he not have anything with the address on it? And even if he really didn't, was it his plan or Landel's?
There was always the possibility that they really couldn't send mail, but then what was a mail room doing on the map? That might be worth exploring one of these nights.
"Oh, well, thanks for looking. I'll just ask one of the nurses the next time I think of it," she replied easily. "That's one of the pitfalls of keeping your desk neat--as soon as I clean it out, I'm guaranteed to need the exact paper I just threw away."
Well, it didn't look like she was going to get a lot of answers here. Probably she should just be grateful that he hadn't made her shoot anyone yet. Meche looked to the doctor, refolding her hands neatly in her lap. What a saint, she thought. "Did you have any more questions for me, Dr. Wilson? I'm happy to talk about whatever will help."
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There was always the possibility that they really couldn't send mail, but then what was a mail room doing on the map? That might be worth exploring one of these nights.
"Oh, well, thanks for looking. I'll just ask one of the nurses the next time I think of it," she replied easily. "That's one of the pitfalls of keeping your desk neat--as soon as I clean it out, I'm guaranteed to need the exact paper I just threw away."
Well, it didn't look like she was going to get a lot of answers here. Probably she should just be grateful that he hadn't made her shoot anyone yet. Meche looked to the doctor, refolding her hands neatly in her lap. What a saint, she thought. "Did you have any more questions for me, Dr. Wilson? I'm happy to talk about whatever will help."