Chapter 6

The surgeon's name was David Watson. He was seventy-eight years old.

Oliver learned that David settled in a run-down community in the southern part of the city and had been living alone since he retired.

I chose not to bring Emily with me. I needed to meet David on my own.

The hallway was cramped, and the paint on the stair railings was peeling off. I climbed up to the fourth floor and knocked on the door to Room 402.

The door opened a crack. A skinny old man peeked through. His hair was completely silver, and his face was…