However, with Mr. They looked exactly like the ones she was wearing. Amber fished a handkerchief from her bag, stood up, pulled her glasses off her face, and began wiping away the crimson droplets clinging to her lenses. “I… understand,” Amber said, relatively sure she wouldn’t get any more information from the man. Slipping the wipe back in her bag, she straightened and said, “No. Her long, shimmering copper hair was one of her best physical features, and she wore it long, hanging straight down to the middle of her back. “What does that have to do with the elevators being slow?”
“At the time, in the state of Colorado, there was a local ordinance that required slow elevator speeds in hospitals due to health issues. She glanced at the dying form on the floor, no more than a blurry shape while cleaning it with the care of someone who’d found a wayward fingerprint. “Officer Estes should be here in a few minutes with Mr. I’m sure your family would not appreciate having their income or security ripped from them, and I wonder how long you would last in a prison…” She looked around the room as if trying to grasp the right words, then leveled her gaze back at Castor.
