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He ran his fingers through his brown hair. “I am supposed to become chief of Mass General when my father retires.”
“Listen, just think about it. Private practice would allow you to spend more time with your family.”
He smiled. “Sounds good. What’s the time frame?”
“Six months. I need to find the other doctors and a location downtown.”
“All right, I will think about it.”
I smiled wide and stood, shaking his hand. “Have a great shift.”
“Thanks, Ethan. See you later.”
I needed a stiff drink. After a quick shower, I slipped into a pair of dark jeans, a navy T-shirt, black Gore-Tex boots, then shrugged on my black leather jacket. Typical Friday night spent at the local bar up the street. Like I said I don’t have a life. No time for one.
I hopped into my new two-tone black and mirrored chrome Bugatti 16c Galibier. This car couldn’t be found on the market yet. It was a concept car. It paid to know creative people. My father, Stewart Daniels, world- renowned scientist, created the air filtration system for this car. Bugatti sent my father this beauty three months ago. The car was a birthday present from my father.
I scrolled through my contacts on the dashboard screen. “Call Valet Jimmy,” I ordered the vehicle.
“Hey, Doctor Daniels! Are you stopping by the bar tonight?”
“Yes. I’m on my way.”
“I’ll have your regular parking space ready.”
“Thanks, Jimmy.” I disconnected the call.
Jimmy left two cones in the vacant spot outside the bar every Friday. I paid him $200 for the parking spot and for watching my car. If the space wasn’t available, I’d travel a little farther up the street to the Ritz Carlton. You’ll see why I love this bar. I whipped out of the parking garage, merging into traffic onto the bustling streets of downtown Boston.
As I approached the bar, Jimmy scooped up the cones. After driving into the parking space, I leaned over and opened the glove box retrieving the gray Glock, slipping it under my T-shirt against the small of my back. I climbed out the car, placing the keys and two crisp hundred-dollar bills into Jimmy’s gloved hand. “Thanks, Jimmy!”
“No problem, Dr. Daniels.”
I glanced left then right down the dark crowded streets of Boston, then smiled. I love the holiday season. Every storefront window was decorated with festive Christmas decorations. It was November 2nd, three weeks before Thanksgiving. My mother began planning for her annual December holiday party in July, a month before my birthday. The last two years I wasn’t able to attend the dinner. I worked the emergency room. This year I will be on call.
