A Woman With A Mystery. B.J. Daniels

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      “You would have to ask the admitting nurse. I was called in just to check them both and pronounce…” He glanced at Holly, a practiced look of sympathy coming to his gaze. “…the baby stillborn.”

      “You’re sure it was hers?” Slade said.

      The doctor blinked. “Who else’s baby would it have been? Both mother and child were covered in blood and it was obvious she’d just given birth.”

      “Then the umbilical cord was still attached?” Slade asked.

      Dr. Wiltse looked uncomfortable. “The cord had been severed, but I assumed the mother had done that herself before she passed out.”

      “Is that normal—to pass out after a delivery?”

      The doctor shrugged. “It’s possible. It was also cold that night. She was experiencing some hypothermia.”

      “Could she have been drugged?”

      Dr. Wiltse blinked. “I wouldn’t know. We don’t routinely check for drug use.”

      “Is there any way to find out?”

      The doctor seemed to consider this for a moment. “We always do blood typing on both mother and baby, but we only keep the samples for seven days after the birth.”

      Blood typing. “Would the blood typing confirm the baby was hers?”

      “Possibly. It would depend on the blood type of the mother and father compared to that of the baby.”

      Slade glanced over at Holly. She looked pale and scared. “Where do we find the admitting nurse from that night?” he asked Wiltse. “Also we’ll need a copy of the blood typing.”

      “You might try the front desk,” the doctor said, straightening his clothing as he brought himself up to his full height. “It’s the novel way we do things around here, rather than in supply closets.” He glanced past Slade to Holly. “I’m sorry about your loss.”

      She nodded, and Slade pushed open the door to let the doctor pass. “Thanks.”

      At the front desk, Holly asked for a copy of the blood typing on her and the stillborn baby. She filed out a written request form and was told to check back the next day since that office was closed for Christmas.

      The nurse on duty didn’t want to, but finally agreed to take a look at the admittance sheet from Halloween.

      “I remember that night. It was pretty slow early, but then as usual we got real busy,” the nurse said, checking the schedule. “Carolyn Gray was the admitting nurse.” She checked the admittance sheet. “Nope. It doesn’t say anything about who brought in Holly Barrows or her infant. Sorry.”

      “Is Carolyn Gray working today?” Slade asked.

      “Called in sick.” There was suspicion in the nurse’s tone. But anyone who called in sick for work on Christmas would be suspect.

      “It’s urgent we speak with her.”

      It took a little coaxing but they finally got Carolyn Gray’s address and phone number. She lived in an apartment house on Cedar and Spruce streets called The West Gate. The nurse at the desk tried Carolyn’s home phone number but there was no answer.

      “She probably has it unplugged,” the nurse said, obviously not believing that any more than Slade did. Except he was hoping for Carolyn Gray’s sake that she really was sick.

      On the way to The West Gate, he tried Holly’s midwife again on his cell phone. He’d been trying all morning with the same result. No answer. He was ready to hang up when a female voice came on the line.

      “Maria Perez?”

      “No, I’m the caretaker,” the woman said.

      “The caretaker? Has Ms. Perez left town?”

      After a long silence, the woman said, “I’m sorry, but Maria Perez was killed in a car wreck.”

      He sucked in a breath. “When was that?”

      “October. I’m just taking care of the place until the estate is settled.”

      “Can you tell me when exactly she was killed? Was it on Halloween?”

      “No, the day before. Would you like a member of her family to call you?”

      “No, that won’t be necessary.” He clicked off the phone and glanced over at Holly, who was waiting expectantly. “Maria Perez was killed in an automobile accident the day before Halloween.”

      “Then she couldn’t have been one of the monsters,” she said.

      “No.” But had someone seen to it that Maria Perez wasn’t at the birth?

      Holly stared out at the passing town, visibly shaken by the news. He didn’t have the heart to tell her what he feared they’d find at Carolyn Gray’s apartment.

      Chapter Four

      The West Gate was about as upscale as Dry Creek got. A half-dozen two-story apartment buildings with bay windows and balconies painted the recent color of choice: tan. Slade idly wondered what kind of money nurses made these days as he and Holly found Carolyn Gray’s unit, knocked at the door and waited. To neither of their surprises, Carolyn Gray didn’t open the door.

      “Keep an eye out,” he told Holly as he pulled out his lock-pick kit and went to work on the door. It was a simple lock and Carolyn hadn’t set her dead bolt.

      “Are you sure about this?” Holly asked with obvious apprehension as he opened the door.

      “Carolyn?” he called softly.

      No answer.

      Holly followed him deeper into the apartment.

      He had a bad feeling that Carolyn Gray was probably the only one who’d seen the person who’d brought Holly and the baby to the hospital, especially if most everyone else had been busy that night. If Holly was right about her baby being born alive and then stolen, that person wouldn’t want to be identified.

      By the time he pushed open the bedroom door, he’d pretty well convinced himself that they’d find Carolyn Gray murdered. Holly’s paranoia was definitely catching. And quite possibly with good reason.

      Instead of finding a body though, he found the place had been cleaned out. And in a hurry! Empty drawers hung open, abandoned clothes hangers were piled like pick-up-sticks on the closet floor. Carolyn Gray was gone and it didn’t look as if she’d be back. But had she left on her own?

      After finding nothing of interest in the apartment, they left.

      “There’s a chance I’m not crazy, isn’t there?” Holly said quietly as she climbed back into his pickup.

      “Yeah.” A slim chance at this point. But a chance. The same chance that he might now СКАЧАТЬ