Page 21 of Second Chance At Love

To the point where Ramesly Pharmaceuticals had secretly supplied a drug which wasn’t on the market in an attempt to help. The problem was, if anyone found out, the company could lose its standing with the FDA and be essentially out of business. It was a huge risk Noah had taken.

All because Tremblay, drug king of the city, was holding Molson’s girlfriend Holly hostage.

“Isla Tremblay. I’m guessing so,” replied Parker as he walked over to Molson, crouching down in front of him to talk. Henry walked to the door frame of the hospital room to find a woman sobbing while holding a small child’s hand. The child was still, unmoving in the bed and the machines had been turned off. Henry turned his back on the mother’s grief, looking to Molson who was slumped with defeat against the wall.

He looked almost as bad as Henry, which was saying something.

Parker was still talking softly to Molson who didn’t seem to be listening. A movement down the hall caught Henry’s eye.

Someone was watching them.

Without taking his eyes off the stranger, Henry walked towards him. The man was tall, wearing normal clothes, and had an air of authority. He watched Henry approach.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?” the man asked.

Henry realized he had a tattoo on his neck, similar to one of the ones Molson had on his. “Mr. Tremblay?”

His lip moved in a quirk of a half smile even as his eyes were filled with sadness. “People simply call me Tremblay. Has my daughter passed?”

“Yes,” Henry informed him.

Tremblay nodded. “It’s a shame the drug trial medication didn’t work.”

“You knew it was unlikely it would,” guessed Henry. Tremblay didn’t seem that surprised by his daughter’s death in Henry’s estimation.

“Yet I still had to try. I am her father and I had to give her every chance I could. Anyone would understand that,” replied Tremblay, looking past Henry towards the room where his daughter was.

“Molson did everything he could. I hope you understand that,” cautiously ventured Henry, trying to get a sense of Tremblay’s mood and what he might do.

“I do understand that. His debt is considered paid,” responded Tremblay.

“What about Holly?” questioned Henry.

Tremblay looked at Henry, a mask coming over his face, hiding his grief and making his eyes cold. He pulled out a piece of paper from the inside pocket of his jacket, handing it to Henry. “Dr. Urshman is here. Molson might want to hurry. It’s rather cold.”

Henry looked up from reading the address on the card but Tremblay was already walking down the hall, leaving.

Taking out his phone, Henry put in the address. It was a local park in the city. A large one. Looking over the note, there was nothing else written on it.

“Henry, I’m going to take Molson to my office. Maybe we can continue our discussion later,” said Parker from down the hall as he helped Molson to his feet.

Henry shook his head. He hadn’t realized that both Parker and Molson hadn’t noticed Tremblay was here. Somehow they had missed the entire conversation. “No. We need to get to your car as quickly as possible while Molson calls his brother Drew. We need as many people as possible to start a search for Holly.”

“Henry, everyone available is already searching for Holly,” Parker patiently told him.

“Do they know where she is? Because Trembly just gave me an address.” Henry held up the slip of paper. “And she may be alive. He said to hurry because it’s cold outside.”

Molson stumbled forward, snatching the paper out of Henry’s hand. Scanning it, he turned, racing down the hall.

“Molson!” yelled Parker before turning back to Henry in surprise. “Are you serious? Tremblay was just here?”

“Yes. Do you have the detective’s phone number?” asked Henry, pulling out his phone.

“No. I think Max does,” offered Parker. “Molson took the paper with him. Where is he going?”

“To Fountain Park. That was the address. Can you go to the park to search and keep an eye on Molson? I will call everyone and ask them to meet us there,” said Henry as he put the phone to his ear.

Parker nodded, jogging down the hallway towards the elevators.