Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
“We are ready,” Mercer said to the nurse.
I heard the rustle of a heavy paper folder, followed by a low, hurried whisper near the head of my bed.
“Make sure his wife gets the envelope after we are done,” Mercer said.
He was standing close enough that I could hear the slide of paper against a silver medical chart clip.
“The blue one,” Mercer added, his voice dropping even lower.
The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor accelerating as my mind screamed inside a frozen body.
A nurse must have noticed the spike on the screen, because a rubber-soled shoe squeaked on the linoleum and a hand adjusted the plastic clip on my index finger. The rhythmic beep slowed, settled, and finally faded into a dull hum as the sedation took its last toll, dragging me down into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, the digital clock on the wall read ten past ten.