Doctor Amanda Ceretti notes:
He was on his side when I entered his room. Legs pulled up, arms pulled in. He had an extra blanket. I wondered if he’d asked or Mister Woodward had done it on his own. I wondered if the patient needed the warmth or the weight.
Kevin Woodward had vacated his chair when I entered the room. He stood aside, hands clasped in front of him, waiting for me to dismiss him. He was interesting. So far, all the men in this case were interesting.
Woodward was a licensed therapist who worked for a billionaire as a “bodyman.” He was about six feet, short hair more copper than blond and regular features that were, somehow, completely unmemorable. He was always quiet and respectful.
I also had the impression he would have easily killed to protect Hunter Dane.