For Blood or MoneyChapter 23 My Broken Heart
I KNEW I WAS IN TROUBLE. I’d missed my doctor’s appointment last week. In fact, I missed two since yesterday was Monday. I also knew Doc Roberts was not going to be happy about it, no matter what my excuse. The sniffling cold that I’d acquired after my dowsing in the Chicago River was still hanging on and I had no doubts that it had to do with the immunosuppressant I was taking. I didn’t count on the vehemence of Doc’s reaction to me, though, or the other news he had. “I told you to stay...