Dave hurried through the entrance, using Archie’s security badge to open the door. As the entire system operated on a timer, and as it was now morning, the badge granted them easy access from the building. Dave followed the sidewalk to the guard shack, which provided the only exit from the facility as a whole, the perimeter being surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with razor wire.
“Do you have a plan?” Brian asked, a step behind him. “Or are you just making it up as we go?”
Dave stopped inside the guard station, staring down at Hank Frye. The doctor looked almost content as he slept stretched out on the floor.
“Poor old Hank,” Dave said. “He’s gonna have a hell of a time finding his ‘logical explanation’ for this one.” Dave paused, scratching an eyebrow.
“What is it?” Brian asked.
“Confucius say, ‘overpaid shrink always have nicest car.’” Dave squatted beside Hank, unhooking Hank’s keys from his belt loop.
“We’re stealing Frye’s car?!” Brian said.
“As loathe as I am to break the eighth Commandment,” Dave said. “These are extenuating circumstances.” Dave pulled the psychiatrist’s wallet from his hip pocket, took out the money, then replaced it. “Maybe it’ll be a while before Hank notices his car and his cash have up and vanished, along with his two favorite patients. Come on.”
Brian followed Dave out of the guardhouse and into the parking lot. Dave began clicking Frye’s automatic door opener, pointing it in one direction, then another. They heard a distant beep, the lights of a car blinking as the car alarm deactivated.
“That’s our ride,” Dave said.
They hurried over to the vehicle, a pearl-white Cadillac. Dave climbed behind the wheel; Brian took the passenger seat.
“Okay,” Brian said. “So where are we going, anyway?”
“Like I told you,” Dave replied, twisting the ignition. “You’re in danger. We have to get you someplace safe.”
“You got someplace in mind?” “Yep,” Dave said. “I’m taking you home.”