Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

"Show me her room," Constantine said.--A long, clinical corridor echoed with their footsteps. A black nurse came around the comer,walking with a little boy - shepherding him along, really. The boy fixated on Angela the momentshe came into view - and bolted from his nurse, running to Angela with his arms outstretched. Heflew into her arms, hugging her tightly. Angela was baffled, but she returned the hug."Barry!" the nurse said, trotting up. "Oh God..." She tugged the boy away from Angela. "No,Barry that's not Isabel."Angela squatted, eyes moist, to look into the child's eyes. There was nothing to say, but shewas looking for the words anyway. Barry reached out, blinking in confusion, and touched herface with the tips of his fingers."Hi, sweetheart," Angela said, at last.''I'm sorry," the nurse said. "They were mends. He kind of had a crush on your sister."Angela nodded. The nurse led the boy away, looking over his shoulder at her as he went. Nottaking his eyes off her till they'd turned a comer.Constantine said, "You were twins."Angela nodded, and led him into Isabel's room, flicking the light on."That poor little boy," she murmured. "There are so many like that. Lost children. No onereally taking care of them. Get taken away from their parents and shoved into an institutionsomewhere - as if that's better. They're abused in the foster care system a lot of times. Evenmolested. Kids like that are something we see way too much of in the department...."The room was minimally appointed. Metal hospital bed. Dresser. Single window with wiremesh built into it."How long?" Constantine asked, looking around, extending his feelers. Not sure what he waslooking for exactly."Two months," Angela said wistfully. "This time. She'd get better, then worse - recently, a lotworse." She chewed at a fingernail thoughtfully. "That symbol cut in the dead guy's hand - ithave something to do with this?"Constantine glanced at her, a little surprised. "I'm a cop, John, remember?"He shrugged. Pulled out a dresser drawer, and another, pulling them entirely from the cabinetto look at the bottoms."You know I already did all that," Angela muttered. Irritable with lack of sleep, and stress.She did have some ego about her job.He ran his fingers under the steel bed frame.Angela snorted. "Now you're just insulting me.""You don't walk off a building without leaving something behind," Constantine said, thinkingaloud.Angela hugged herself wearily, swaying slightly in place. "You saw everything she leftbehind. In that box.""Maybe she left something else." Constantine looked at her. "Something more personal. Justfor you." He glanced at the window. The sky out there was going from blue steel to aluminum.Dawn was coming."You were her twin, Angela," he went on. "Twins tend to think alike.""I'm not like my sister." She said it with a kind of cold insistence. As if trying to reassureherself as much as him."But you were once. When you were kids. When you'd spend every second with each other.You'd start a sentence, she'd finish it." Was she really going to deny this? "You'd get hurt, she'dcry.""That... was a long time ago."Constantine shook his head. Put his hands in his pockets. Chilly. He wasn't sure if the