The nurse answered on the third ring with a voice that belonged to someone who had retired from urgency along with her job.
"Mr. Carter." She said his name the way people said it when they had already looked him up. "Your investigator called last evening." She said as a matter of factly.
"I apologise for the short notice."
"What is it you're looking for, exactly?" Not suspicious but the directness of someone who had spent thirty years getting to the point. "Because your investigator was vague and I'd rather hear it plain."
"Someone who passed through your ward a long time ago," he said. "A young woman. A baby girl. There may have been a private arrangement and we're trying to find the origin."
A pause, not uncertain but considering. "I remember a great deal from my years. Some nights more than others." Another pause. "If you want to talk about it, come in person. I don't do these conversations through a phone I can't see the face behind."
"Saturday?"
