Taking it away so that Boldt would reach all the harder for it? And why was he suckering into it?
“It’s open now,isn’t it? I know how you are. Leave it be, Lou. Be a pal and pass it off to my guys.”
It still felt like an attempt at reverse psychology. The paperwork finally came through and Foreman was officially admitted.
An X-ray orderly arrived to escort Foreman to the “photo booth.” Boldt stayed seated in the uncomfortable chair,a three-week-old copy of People magazine dog-eared in the Plexiglas rack,Stephen King looking at him sideways.
Boldt called out,“I’ll wait and see if you need a ride home.”
Foreman trundled off,his walk giving away the lingering effect of the drugs. Boldt felt a knot in his throat,still stunned that friendship could go so far wrong,guilty for getting all the breaks while Danny Foreman had gotten none.
He hunkered down for a long wait,thinking to call Liz so she didn’t wait up. Liz lived. Boldt heard the words echo around in his head. Like it was some kind of crime.
