“At The Clinic?”
“Yep.”
“Now?”
“Yep.”
He slouched back in his chair and looked at me. “I shouldn’t do this. This could get me in a lot of trouble.”
“If you get kicked off the force you can always get a job here,” I said. “Briggs would hire you.”
“Not funny,” Morelli said.
I stood and returned my chair to the front of Briggs’s desk. “I’m going to The Clinic with or without you, and I’m going to find out what happens to these guys after they leave the hospital.”
“I’m with you,” Briggs said. “Count me in.”
Morelli scraped his chair back. “Me too.”
I went in the Buick with Morelli, and Briggs followed in his car. We turned onto Route 1, drove a couple miles, and turned off into the light industrial complex. We drove to the end of the cul-de-sac and idled in front of The Clinic. Lights shone on the second floor.
“I’m pretty sure that’s the area they’re using for a surgical suite,” I said to Morelli. “The dayroom and the lab are in the back of the building. The operating room and patient rooms are in the front. When I was here last time I parked in the lot next to The Clinic.”
Morelli drove to the Myron Cryo lot and cut the engine. “Do you have a plan?” he asked.
“No. Do you?”
“Nope. I assumed we’d play it by ear. If we attempt entry into The Clinic and an alarm goes off and the police show up, I’m running into the woods and hanging you out to dry.”
“Been there, done that,” I said.
“Thought I should get it out in the open,” Morelli said.
“No problem.”
Fact is, if the police showed up I’d be in the woods before Morelli.
We got out of our cars, stumbled through the patch of woods, and stood looking at the back of The Clinic.
“How do we get in?” Morelli asked.
“Briggs lets us in.”
“Then what?”
I didn’t know then what.
“Suppose we send Briggs in and he snoops around and comes back with a report,” Morelli said.
“I guess I could do that,” Briggs said.
“Shouldn’t he have a wire or something?” I said. “What if he gets caught?”
Morelli looked at me like I was from Mars. “It’s my day off,” he said. “I don’t have any wires in my back pocket.”
“Hey,” I said. “I’m just saying.”
“Do you have a gun?” Morelli asked Briggs.