The officer answered, “Nothing yet, just called to tell you, we’ll keep you posted, and not to do anything hasty.” A bit late for that, Ethan thought as he cut the call. He spent a little more time making up his mind, but he knew what he had to do.
Tucking the phone away, he stepped off the curb. Each stride across the street felt heavier, as if the air itself resisted him. The metal gates to the old age home were open, and a receptionist was visible behind a broad front desk. There would be no turning back.