I’m led over to the glass desk. The dog tags around my neck are removed and handed to the woman. She types my information into the computer. Her eyebrows skyrocket.
“He’s supposed to be testing robotic surgery equipment with Dr. Lahey.”
My stomach churns.
“Lahey has him booked for all of next week as well.” Another look of surprise comes over her face. “Would you look at that. Mister Carter here is human.” She hands the tags back to the guard. “No wonder Lahey wants him. He won’t heal halfway through the incisions.”
I think I might throw up.
“Well cancel it,” Mr. Dunne says while tightening his grip on me. “I’m taking him. If Lahey has a problem with that, tell him he should learn to keep a better eye on his subjects.”
Did I just become the object of a finders’-keepers’ argument?
The woman doesn’t protest. She types something on the computer.
“He’s all yours.”
The guard slips the tags back over my head and we walk. ...