David knocked sharply on the door to Cara's and Griffin's apartment and straightened his shirt as he readied himself to face the stubborn young doctor who was once his protégé.
There was no rely.
He knocked again. There was still no reply.
David checked his watch, it was getting late… surly Cara at least would be home! Then David sighed in realisation, Cara told him on his last visit that she was going to spend the evening with Ryan and Emma. As much as he wanted a chance to talk to Cara about his breakthrough and gain her help in getting through to her brother; the thought of 'that' man getting involved in his life any more than he already was froze David in his tracks.
Seeing Cara was out of the question tonight and if Griffin wasn't home then he was still somewhere at the hospital…
David stood in the hallway and looked down at his shoes. He could give up and go home to his daughter… but Leora would already be asleep in bed. It would also mean leaving Bianca misdiagnosed for another night. No, David had no choice, he had to talk to Griffin and he had to do it tonight.
David knew he might have a better chance if he were to confront Griffin with all the facts in hand. That way the hospital would have no option but to listen to him. If he brought all his data, Griffin would have no choice but to see the truth for himself.
With determination in his stride, David left the apartment building and got into his car. One detour to his cabin to pick up his notes and then he would head straight back to the hospital… tonight he was going to save Bianca and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
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David stopped short just outside his cabin, there was a large black 4x4 parked in his drive way.
Who would be out here so late at night?
David pulled his car in beside the large, top of the range vehicle and sought out its occupant. It was probably some lost campers looking for directions. There was a man standing on his porch, but he looked nothing like a tourist.
"Can I help you?" David called.
The man turned to face him, big and burly and dressed all in black, but he wasn't the man who answered. Another man who had been sitting unseen on the porch swing, stood up.
"Dr Hayward, we've been waiting for you."
David took in the young man's designer suit and confident attitude and scowled.
"And who the hell are you?" David asked, confused.
The young man walked forward, a broad smile on his lips.
"Introductions in a moment, of course, but first Dr Hayward can I ask you a question? Tell me have you seen tonight's news?"
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