Without a word he helped her with her seatbelt,
knowing she couldn't manipulate it with one arm, before shutting her door and
walking around to his side once more. When he was settled behind the wheel he
turned to her. "First thing's first- any prescriptions to drop off at the
pharmacy?"
Lizbeth shook her head, settling back against the seat.
"They tried to send me off with some painkillers and muscle relaxers but I
refused them. I don't like my head to be fuzzy. Where's the doctor?"
"He's in a cell waiting for us to get back. I'll call
ahead and make sure they transfer him to an interrogation room." He placed
his call, gave the order and hung up. Sometimes it must be nice to be in
charge, Lizbeth thought tiredly. No one questioned your orders, at least not to
your face. "Find out anything interesting while you were in there?"
Alexar asked.
"Surprisingly little, actually. He's well-liked by the staff, a good, competent doctor. He does his shift and
goes home. He's not married but doesn't respond to the nurses' flirtations. No
one knows much about him but no one had a bad word to say about him,
either." Lizbeth shrugged, careful to use only the one shoulder to prevent
pain flaring through her body. "Basically I didn't find out anything
helpful."
Alexar grunted. "No, Lizbeth, you did what you could
with what you had to work with. We'll get more in interview." He flicked
his eyes to meet hers for a moment and offered her a quick grin. "By the way, nice tackle." Driving back toward the
station with his foot to the floor he laughed long and hard.
*****
They looked through the glass of the one-way mirror at the
doctor. He sat in interrogation tapping his finger impatiently on the cheap
table in front of him. Occasionally he shifted impatiently in the uncomfortable
plastic chair, no doubt uncomfortable after sitting there for an hour while
they kept him cooling his heels. He looked up for a moment, fixing a glare on
the mirror in front of him as though he knew they were watching him.
"Good cop, bad cop?" Lizbeth asked as Alexar shot
his cuffs and prepared to enter the room. He nodded absently, already in the
room in his mind. She grabbed his arm, holding him back a moment. "Let me
go in first, warm him up by being all sweet and innocent?" She batted her
lashes and made him laugh.
"Yeah, go ahead in. I'll stand here and come in if I
need to break up the flow. For now go do your thing," he consented.
Lizbeth grinned and removed her brown jacket, trying to appear casual in the
caramel shirt beneath. She flung the jacket casually over one shoulder, tipping
him a wink as she left the tiny observation room to enter the interrogation
room next door.
"Hi, Dr. Allsgood," she said brightly as she
entered the room. She smiled at him as she casually draped her jacket across
the back of the chair before sitting. She changed her smile into a look of
puzzled hurt. "Why'd you run from me? I just wanted to talk." She
used her right arm to reposition her sprained one more comfortably in her lap,
smiling internally as she noticed him looking at the sling.
He cleared his throat before speaking. "It was dark in
the parking lot. All I saw was the glint of metal- I thought it was a gun. As a
doctor I've got to be concerned with malpractice and angry family members. I
thought I was in trouble." He gave Lizbeth a weak grin and she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. It's just, well, we
wanted your help." She tried to look vacant and thought maybe she'd
succeeded. Acting this young and dumb just wasn't easy for her.
Allsgood sat up straighter, pride filling his face.
"The police need my help with a case? Tell me more."
Lizbeth opened the case file in her hands, studying it as
though she wasn't positive what was in it. "Well, see, we have this case…
I'd need you to agree to keep quiet about it, though, before I can talk about
it with you. I have to read you the Miranda rights as well." He tensed up
and she hastened to add, "It's a
knowing she couldn't manipulate it with one arm, before shutting her door and
walking around to his side once more. When he was settled behind the wheel he
turned to her. "First thing's first- any prescriptions to drop off at the
pharmacy?"
Lizbeth shook her head, settling back against the seat.
"They tried to send me off with some painkillers and muscle relaxers but I
refused them. I don't like my head to be fuzzy. Where's the doctor?"
"He's in a cell waiting for us to get back. I'll call
ahead and make sure they transfer him to an interrogation room." He placed
his call, gave the order and hung up. Sometimes it must be nice to be in
charge, Lizbeth thought tiredly. No one questioned your orders, at least not to
your face. "Find out anything interesting while you were in there?"
Alexar asked.
"Surprisingly little, actually. He's well-liked by the staff, a good, competent doctor. He does his shift and
goes home. He's not married but doesn't respond to the nurses' flirtations. No
one knows much about him but no one had a bad word to say about him,
either." Lizbeth shrugged, careful to use only the one shoulder to prevent
pain flaring through her body. "Basically I didn't find out anything
helpful."
Alexar grunted. "No, Lizbeth, you did what you could
with what you had to work with. We'll get more in interview." He flicked
his eyes to meet hers for a moment and offered her a quick grin. "By the way, nice tackle." Driving back toward the
station with his foot to the floor he laughed long and hard.
*****
They looked through the glass of the one-way mirror at the
doctor. He sat in interrogation tapping his finger impatiently on the cheap
table in front of him. Occasionally he shifted impatiently in the uncomfortable
plastic chair, no doubt uncomfortable after sitting there for an hour while
they kept him cooling his heels. He looked up for a moment, fixing a glare on
the mirror in front of him as though he knew they were watching him.
"Good cop, bad cop?" Lizbeth asked as Alexar shot
his cuffs and prepared to enter the room. He nodded absently, already in the
room in his mind. She grabbed his arm, holding him back a moment. "Let me
go in first, warm him up by being all sweet and innocent?" She batted her
lashes and made him laugh.
"Yeah, go ahead in. I'll stand here and come in if I
need to break up the flow. For now go do your thing," he consented.
Lizbeth grinned and removed her brown jacket, trying to appear casual in the
caramel shirt beneath. She flung the jacket casually over one shoulder, tipping
him a wink as she left the tiny observation room to enter the interrogation
room next door.
"Hi, Dr. Allsgood," she said brightly as she
entered the room. She smiled at him as she casually draped her jacket across
the back of the chair before sitting. She changed her smile into a look of
puzzled hurt. "Why'd you run from me? I just wanted to talk." She
used her right arm to reposition her sprained one more comfortably in her lap,
smiling internally as she noticed him looking at the sling.
He cleared his throat before speaking. "It was dark in
the parking lot. All I saw was the glint of metal- I thought it was a gun. As a
doctor I've got to be concerned with malpractice and angry family members. I
thought I was in trouble." He gave Lizbeth a weak grin and she nodded.
"Well, I guess that makes sense. It's just, well, we
wanted your help." She tried to look vacant and thought maybe she'd
succeeded. Acting this young and dumb just wasn't easy for her.
Allsgood sat up straighter, pride filling his face.
"The police need my help with a case? Tell me more."
Lizbeth opened the case file in her hands, studying it as
though she wasn't positive what was in it. "Well, see, we have this case…
I'd need you to agree to keep quiet about it, though, before I can talk about
it with you. I have to read you the Miranda rights as well." He tensed up
and she hastened to add, "It's a
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