Unbreakable Bond & The Missing Twin: Unbreakable Bond / The Missing Twin. Rita Herron

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СКАЧАТЬ a patient, but you can go to his office on the second floor and wait there.”

      “Thanks.” Slade coaxed Nina to the elevator, noting the tense way she held her shoulders. When they passed the nursery, grief and a wistfulness settled in her blue eyes. Newborns filled the bassinets; pink and blue blankets indicating the gender, while a young couple stood goo-goo-eyed, waving at their son through the window.

      The intensive-care part of the unit was housed in a separate room beside the regular nursery, and one tiny infant plugged with tubes and wires lay inside an incubator, kicking wildly.

      “He’s a fighter,” Nina said softly as she paused for a moment to watch. “Just like Peyton.”

      He pressed a hand to her back in comfort, and she stiffened slightly, then inhaled and moved on down the hall to Dr. Emery’s office.

      Slade surveyed the room as they stepped inside. Medical journals and books overflowed a wall-to-wall bookshelf behind a massive cherry desk that was neat and orderly.

      Nina slid into a chair, but Slade stood with his arms folded and studied the man’s credentials on the wall between the windows. UNC. Duke. A third wall held a bulletin board decorated with photos of children he’d delivered.

      “Is your baby’s photo here?” he asked.

      Nina’s shoulders stiffened as she shook her head. He gritted his teeth, regretting the question. Some people reacted to a person’s death as if they’d never existed at all.

      A minute later a bushy-haired, freckled man around five-eleven strode in. The moment he saw Nina, a frown swept across his craggy face. “Nina?”

      “Yes, Dr. Emery, I’m back.” She gestured toward Slade. “This is Slade Blackburn. He’s with Guardian Angel Investigations.”

      Dr. Emery’s eyes narrowed, his thick, graying eyebrows crinkling.

      “I need to ask you some questions about the night of the hospital fire,” Slade said without preamble. “I want to know exactly what happened to Peyton Nash.”

      * * *

      NINA TRIED TO STUDY the doctor with an objective eye. But too many times he’d encouraged her to stop asking questions, so many that his dismissal of her had roused her suspicions.

      “Honestly, Nina, you’ve hired another private investigator?” Dr. Emery asked, his tone reeking of exasperation.

      “Yes, she has,” Slade said. “And I’d like to hear your version of what happened to Peyton.”

      The doctor fiddled with the stethoscope around his neck, then sank into his office chair as if weary of her. “Nina knows exactly what happened, Mr. Blackburn, but she refuses to accept the truth, that her baby was lost in that fire.” His frown accentuated the deep grooves carved by age bracketing his mouth. “It was sad, horrific, tragic,” he continued. “But it happened.”

      Slade simply stared at the man. “According to Nina, nurses rescued three other infants. Why not her baby?”

      “That I don’t know,” the doctor said. “I spoke with the nurses later, and they all agreed that the baby wasn’t in the nursery when the fire broke out, that they thought she had been taken to another area for tests.”

      “They told me they didn’t know where she was,” Nina said, contradicting him.

      A spark of temper darkened Dr. Emery’s eyes. He shuffled a stack of papers on his desk, restacking them in an attempt at stalling. “I didn’t want to add to your distress at the time, Nina, but I had ordered heart tests for your infant. I suspected your baby had a hole in her heart as well as underdeveloped lungs, and that she wasn’t going to make it.”

      Nina’s breath caught in her throat. “So she might have been somewhere else in the hospital, not in the unit when it burned down.”

      “We’ve been over this,” Dr. Emery said as if talking to a child. “She did not survive.”

      “How can you be so sure?” Slade asked. “Did forensics ever prove the infant was in the fire?”

      Dr. Emery glared at Slade. “No, but the place, the ashes…it was impossible to identify all the bodies.”

      “How about security tapes?” Slade asked.

      “The explosion knocked them all out.” He sighed. “Mr. Blackburn, you’re doing Miss Nash an injustice by dredging up the past and raising her hopes. She needs to let her daughter’s death go so she can heal.”

      Slade’s jaw clenched. “You tried to persuade Nina to give up her baby for adoption, didn’t you?”

      The man curled his hand around a stress ball on his desk and squeezed it. “Yes. She was young, unemployed and single.”

      “But she wanted to keep the baby,” Slade said.

      “She was immature. And her father didn’t intend to support her or the child. I was trying to think of the baby. If she made it,” he continued, “there would be medical bills, therapy.” He shot a condescending look at Nina. “Miss Nash was not equipped to handle those expenses, much less raise a handicapped child.”

      “That was my problem, not yours,” Nina said bitterly.

      Dr. Emery pushed away from his desk. “I was, as always, looking out for my patients.”

      Slade slapped a fist on the desk. “Well, someone didn’t look out for Peyton Nash that night, did they?”

      Dr. Emery paced to the window, agitated. “You have no idea how traumatic it was. The hospital staff did everything possible to save the patients.”

      Slade folded his arms. “And maybe you saw that chaos as an opportunity to take Peyton, to give her to someone else you deemed as a more appropriate parent. Or hell, maybe you sold her for the money.”

      Hot fury heated the doctor’s cheeks. “How dare you imply such slander. I have an impeccable reputation. And I’ve lived and worked here in Sanctuary all my life.”

      Slade stood, towering over him. “I don’t like the fact that you’ve stonewalled my client and dismissed her questions without adequately responding.”

      “I have answered them, but Nina is obsessive and delusional,” Emery argued.

      Nina flinched, but Slade continued, his voice cold and harsh, “I don’t think so. And I don’t intend to accept anything you say at face value or leave this case alone, not until all of our questions are answered to my satisfaction.” He gestured to Nina. “And if I find out that you withheld information or that you’ve been lying, I’ll be back, and I will hold you responsible.”

      Fear flashed in the doctor’s eyes for the first time since Nina had known him. Was he afraid because Slade was right—did he know something that he wasn’t telling them?

      * * *

      SLADE GROUND HIS TEETH as he and Nina left Dr. Emery’s office. “Let’s see if any of the nurses you mentioned are here.”

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