I waited a few minutes, making a show of needing to find a vending machine. I stepped into the hallway and looked for the nurse. She was standing by the station, clicking a pen.
She pressed something into my palm.
“What do you mean?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
She didn’t look up from her paperwork. “We have observation cameras in every pediatric room. Both audio and video. Security records everything. If you want the truth, go to the security office at 2:55. Tell them I sent you. Sit down and watch Channel 12 at 3 a.m.”
That was it. She walked away before I could ask another question.
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