Gregson was thinking about life and death; his own. “Will you take me to the hospital?”
“Are you kiddin? Let’s go!”
With the top down, Gregson sucked in the cool breeze.
At the hospital entrance, a wheelchair was waiting for him. Dr. Graves stood there, tall and dour. “I guess you’re wondering how you made it to the top of the list? There’s been a string of murders in the area and they all have AB- blood. Five people got hearts today and five people died. Somebody’s playing God.”
“How do you know the murders are connected?” Gregson asked.
“Their organs were removed. Earlier, the hospital received five coolers on its doorstep. All of them contained a human heart, AB-.”
“Do you have reservations about performing the surgery Doc?”
“Hell no, a heart is a heart. When you recover, you can catch the murderer.”
“Why don’t we take care of that now.”
Gregson slapped the cuffs on Fred’s hands like a magician.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Fred stammered.
“Your fish bait; I’ve spent enough time around blood to know your chum was human.”
“But I saved your life.”
“No, you didn’t; it was some poor bastard who didn’t mean to.”
“Well, can I at least watch the surgery?” Fred asked.
“You’re not next of kin,” Dr. Graves said.
“But I’m his number one fan.”