“Discount Bank,” was it? So this was connected to an account.
Foxglove took her comlink and inserted the credstick, using the small device to look through what little it could get to on the stick to see what she could find. Preferably a SIN connected to the account, or at the very least a name.
No matter what she found, the next 20 minutes were spent watching the door and watching for the other two cars, or the people in said cars, supposedly following the cab. She knew that the hospital wouldn’t let anyone just take Sharon out of the treatment ward, especially out of the ER, so she wasn’t too worried about that just yet.
Her attention was brought back to the hospital doors as the cabby came back out by himself. No real surprise there, considering how badly the girl had been shaking the nurses probably took her in right away. Though Foxglove was a little surprised it took a full 20 minutes for the cabby to come back out, since he was probably losing money the longer he was there.
Briefly, Foxglove thought about getting out of the car to find out what was going on. But she had a tail to catch, and it seemed like the men from before were the ones she was looking for.
When you’re trying to track a tail, especially when something goes wrong, the best thing you can do is to stay back. You might end up watching something terrible go down and your first inclination might be to rush out and help the quarry, but if you do that you’ll end up missing the tail. The best option is to bite your tongue, sit back, and wait.
Foxglove blinked, realizing that her inner monologue had suddenly become that of a 30-something white male from an old tridshow about a spy. She shook off the feeling, sat back, and waited, watching the door and the cars coming and going from the parking lot.