Not long ago, when Sergio left, he had seemed perfectly fine. He'd mentioned having another patient in the afternoon, so why was he suddenly at the hospital? If he were injured, he wouldn't have driven himself.
"Turn around," I instructed. "Follow that Cayenne and see where it goes."
"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied.
We trailed a few cars behind as Sergio's vehicle pulled into the hospital parking lot. Following any further would risk being noticed. I glanced at the driver. "Can you get out and tail him on foot? Find out where he's heading."
"On it, ma'am."
Whitney piped up, "I'll take the wheel, Elena."
"Alright."
As she settled in, Whitney gave me a concerned look. "Are you exhausted?"
"A bit," I admitted. "I didn't get a nap today. I've been feeling more and more drowsy lately."
"Close your eyes for a bit. I'll wake you when we get there."
I leaned against the seat and drifted off before I even realized it.
