Page 14 of Enigma
“Good job.” The doctor gave Olive an affirming nod before looking back at Jason. “He can have visitors, but please keep it brief. Room 314.”
After Dr. Berry left, Jason finally looked at Olive.
She couldn’t read his expression—and she was usually great at reading people. Her parents had taught her all about the importance of body language and tone. They’d even tested her on it.
But right now, she was clueless. She had no idea what Jason was thinking.
“I should go see my dad,” Jason finally said.
“Can I go with you?” Olive wanted to be with him as emotional support. But she also needed to talk to Lloyd.
She didn’t explain her reasoning to Jason, however. She didn’t need to.
He knew how complicated this whole situation was.
He stared at her, his mind clearly racing.
Finally, he nodded. “Fine.”
“Does your dad know . . . know that wereconnected?” She wasn’t sure what other word to use.
“No, I didn’t mention anything.”
Jason and his father were close, especially since Jason’s mom had passed away a couple of years ago.
Jason and his siblings had all been adopted.
About five years ago, Jason was sought out and found by his biological mother’s father—his grandfather and only known biological relative, since Jason’s birth mother died in a car accident.
His grandfather had been diagnosed with liver cancer and had only a few months to live. The two connected and met several times over the next couple of months before his grandfather passed away.
Jason had been shocked to later learn his grandfather was extremely wealthy, having made a fortune from an all-in-one exercise equipment company. Before he’d died, his grandfather changed his will and left his entire fortune to Jason, which included a large, million-dollar Tudor-style house in the Chicago area.
Jason no longer had to work. He did so because he wanted to, because he believed in his job.
Without saying anything else, Jason turned to walk to the elevator.
Olive took a step after him and paused.
Something didn’t feel right.
Slowly, she turned and glanced behind her at the busy waiting room.
She scanned the faces there.
What had caused her hackles to rise?
Nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye, just the same variations of patients waiting to be seen by medical professionals. Just?—
Wait.
Olive sucked in a breath as she watched a figure slip outside and disappear.
Had that been . . . ?
No, it couldn’t be.
That man had almost looked like Simon Long.
