Liza stood in the shadow of a doorway and watched the nurses’ station.  She wasn’t familiar with this wing of the hospital and didn’t want anyone asking questions about what she was doing here.  It was none of their business that she’d come to visit a special patient.

When she heard the ever so rich Mr. John Evans was admitted for observation, she decided to make his hospital stay a memorable one.  The night shift served her purposes perfectly.  For once, Tucker’s absence benefited her as she wouldn’t have to explain getting home so late.

Good.  The night nurse updating computer input from the charts left the desk to answer a patient call button.  Hope it’s not Mr. Evans.

Liza made her way down the hall toward Room 610, pausing on the way by a door when she heard voices.  A quick peek around the corner assured her the nurse from the desk was busy resettling the patient in that room.

Reaching her destination, she slipped inside Room 610 and closed the door softly behind her.  No one had bothered to close the window curtain and light from the street illuminated the room with enough of a soft, muted glow that Liza could see both beds contained slumbering occupants.

Shit.  He had a roommate.