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  1. Thank you stlstage! Colin
  2. Report Comment droughtquake, thanks for your comment. If an incoming patient is comatose they immediately take them into the ER and then, if necessary, to the ICU. Getting their insurance information, in this case, is left for someone from admissions once the patient is conscious or has been identified. That's why Ms. Pittman showed up once Greg was in a patient room. Colin
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  4. Thanks for liking Bad Boy Gone Good. I could write a lot more about Greg and Jay, and maybe I will do that. It's the first novel I've written that I've seriously thought about having a sequel, or adding a Epilogue. Or writing one or more related short stories that follow the story line and stay with Greg and Jay.
  5. The person at the hospital registration desk saw the flag on Doris's name and Pete's name and he pressed a key that automatically notified hospital security and the police. It's a good system for hospitals that have it.
  6. ~~~<< Tuesday Afternoon October 20, 2015 at about 2:45 PM >>~~~ Jay was smiling as he and Dave walked from the courthouse to the car. Dave turned his head and glanced at Jay. “You look happy.” “This is one of my happiest days ever. Thing is, it’s like my whole life changed when I came to apologize to Greg about sending us to the hospital. It hasn’t even been two weeks and I’ve had so many happy days since then it’s hard for me to believe it all happened.” “You’re
  7. ~~~<< A flashback to Thursday Night October 15, 2015 at about 10:45 PM >>~~~ Peter Medrano went missing on Thursday night October 15, 2015 at about 10:45 PM. The officers who had been at 149 Fleetwood Court, the most recent known address for Peter Medrano, discovered to their frustration and embarrassment that he had left the premises and his black Cadillac Escalade SUV was no longer parked in the driveway in front of the closed garage door at 149 Fleetwood Court. His current
  8. ~~~<< Thursday Night October 15, 2015 at about 10:00 PM >>~~~ The doorbell rang and Pete rushed to let the cops in. He figured that he needed to seem stressed and in a hurry to find out what happened to Doris. “Mr. Peter Medrano? I’m Officer Chris Baxter and this is Officer Jake Walters. We’re here to investigate the report that Doris Oron-Medrano is either missing or has been attacked physically.” “Yes, yes. Do you know where my wife Doris is? She was missing when I
  9. Thanks for your comments, everyone! Every neighborhood needs a "Bob Porter" to keep tabs on what's going on and if there are any suspicious persons or miscreants reports them to the police. Dave decided not to call the San Bruno Police Department because they'd need to talk to the officer in charge, and at 8:45 PM it's unlikely that officer would be on duty.
  10. ~~~<< Thursday Afternoon October 15, 2015 at about 3:40 PM >>~~~ Of course, Jay didn’t know anything about Pete coming to Aston High supposedly to take him to see Doris, but actually to ‘off him,’ as Pete put it. The school didn’t let students know when someone like Pete came and unsuccessfully asked for them. And, unfortunately, there were no records kept of such attempts. Jay and Greg stood at the pick-up area in front of the school waiting for Dave to arrive. “How wer
  11. ~~~<< Wednesday Afternoon October 14, 2015 at about 4:00 PM >>~~~ When they got home Beth walked into the kitchen followed by Greg and Jay. The boys each grabbed a banana. “Did you want anything else?” Beth asked. “What time’s dinner going to be?” Greg asked. “About six o’clock.” “This banana is enough for me, then,” Greg said. “Yeah, me too,” Jay added. “Oh, Beth, I have something you have to sign. It’s a change of address form for school. I filled it o
  12. ~~~<< Tuesday Night October 13, 2015 at about 9:30 PM >>~~~ On the way out Doctor Jenkins held up his hand, palm out. “Do you two have a minute to talk?” he asked. “Sure,” Greg said. “Only thing, we told my folks that we’d be home by ten o’clock.” “This will only take a few minutes. Come on into my office and have a seat.” He didn’t close the door after they’d entered, so that made both boys relax. “Being a doctor, and the doctor who treated Greg while h
  13. ~~~<< Tuesday Afternoon October 13, 2015 at 3:45 AM >>~~~ When they got home from school Tuesday afternoon Jay parked at the curb in front of the house. As they got out of the car they saw the garage door open and Dave came out. “Hey, Jay, park your car in the garage, on the right side. I cleared it for you.” “Okay.” Jay thought that was a nice for Dave to do for him. He pulled in and got out of the car. Greg grinned. “Better lock the car doors, Dad. Don’t know if
  14. ~~~<< Monday Morning October 12, 2015 at 7:30 AM >>~~~ Greg and Jay got to Aston High at seven-thirty Monday morning. The school had two parking lots for students, one for seniors and one for juniors. “I don’t think you should park in the student lot,” Greg said. “If Pete comes looking for you here that’s where he’ll look for your car.” “So… where am I supposed to park?” “The auto shop lot. Nobody ever checks it, and a car with a junior parking sticker would be ab
  15. ~~~<< Sunday Evening October 11, 2015 at about 5:30 PM >>~~~ Jado woke up and at first he didn’t know where he was. He couldn’t remember. He looked at his clock radio. Crap, it was six thirty-five. How’d it get to be so late? He yawned. He needed a toke. He tried to remember where he put his last dime bag. He blinked, then looked around. ‘Where the fuck I am?’ he wondered. He shook his head, then it all came back. This was Greg’s house. After getting all of his st
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