Jack looked around him and up. Darrow General Hospital seemed much newer than The Pitt. He’d always sort of liked the faded elegance of PTMC, which was probably a little sentimental of him, but sometimes he was a sentimental guy.

“That roof’s not as high,” he observed. “Any way to get up there?”

If the helipad was up there, access wouldn’t be hard, but if it wasn’t, there would be some coaxing of someone somewhere. He was pretty sure Robby would have started that process, and if he hadn’t, Jack would.

“Fucking Jersey?”