"Yes, I understand," he said.
I continued, "You go back to your hotel, make the arrangements you need to make, and then have another cry. You need to grieve. You let me handle the retribution. And there will be retribution, Jeffrey. I promise you that."
He took my hand in his and squeezed it and then stood up, rather shakily.
I went to the pay phone, called him a cab, and waited until it arrived and he got in and drove off.
Then I went to question the hospital staff and see if anyone could shed light on this mystery...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
You're a cab sir! :-)