Detectives Lewis and Wolfrom take a peek in Natasha’s room, but she’s still out like a light. They make their way to the waiting room behind the elevators. Visiting hours are long over so there’s only one occupant, and he’s asleep, his bulk stretched out across a couple of miserable plastic waiting room chairs.
“How do we play it?” Wolfrom asks.
“Softly, Wolfie, always go in light first.”
Lewis shakes Boris’ shoulder and his eyes snap open.
She says, “That double shiner means you’re Boris.”
Boris asks, “What’s wrong? Is Natasha okay, Doc?”
Lewis shakes her head. “We’re police. Nothing has changed, but we’d like you to come down to the station with us, answer a few questions.”
“Oh. sure. Anything I can do to help. Let me just go say goodbye…”
Lewis smiles and shakes her head. “We just came from there. She’s asleep, and I think that’s gotta be the best thing for her right now, don’t you think?”
Boris nods, “Oh yeah, sure. Let’s go do it then. I wanna be back when she wakes up.”
Boris starts for the elevators and Wolfrom gives Lewis an appreciative salute as they follow him.
