Dead Secret by Beverly Connor Page A

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    “Did you have a chance to look at your witch this morning?” asked Korey. They all looked toward Diane with anticipation.
    “No, but she has had visitors.” Diane told Korey, Neva and Kendel about the Wiccan and the Druid. They all listened with rapt attention, as if glad for the least distraction. Andie added a description of Caitlin’s shades of purple.
    “And they actually thought you’d give the bones to them?” asked Kendel.
    “Apparently that was their hope,” said Diane.
    They all lapsed into silence after that. Diane was lost in her thoughts when the waiting room’s double swinging doors opened and a doctor in scrubs emerged.

Chapter 11
    The doctor was a man about Diane’s age. He spoke to the nurse at the information station, and she pointed to Diane. She, Neva, Andie, Korey and Kendel all rose in one motion, as if connected, and walked over to him.
    “We’re friends of Mike Seger. I’m Diane Fallon, his employer. We were with him when this happened. Can you tell us his condition?” asked Diane.
    “I’m Dr. Nolan. The knife nicked a vessel and his colon, but he’s going to be all right. He lost a lot of blood, but I didn’t have to transfuse, and that’s good. He should be able to go home in a few days if he progresses as well as he is now. I understand this happened at a funeral?” The doctor looked at them as if expecting them to tell him he had been misinformed.
    “Yes. We don’t know who or why. First thing we saw was Mike falling to his knees.”
    Chief Garnett came through the waiting room doors and joined them, introducing himself to the doctor.
    Diane had expected a detective to show up soon. She wasn’t surprised that the chief himself was taking the lead. It had become a high-profile case, not because of the victim, but because of where the crime had taken place. At least Mike would get their undivided attention.
    “Can you tell us anything about the weapon?” he asked the doctor.
    “It cut clean like a scalpel—very sharp. Given the depth of the wound, however, whatever kind of weapon did this, it was longer than a regular scalpel.”
    “Has he said anything?” asked Garnett.
    “No. He’s in recovery now, just coming out of the anesthesia.”
    Chief Garnett took hold of Diane’s upper arm, and she yelped at the sudden pain. Garnett quickly withdrew his hand and looked down at his palm. He frowned at her.
    Damn, that hurt, she thought. She must have torn the muscle.
    “You’re bleeding.”
    Diane shook her head. “It’s Mike’s. My arm is just sore because I pulled a muscle at the gym this morning.”
    The doctor walked around her and looked at the back of her arm. “I don’t think so. That blood looks too fresh. Let’s get your jacket off and take a look.”
    The doctor and Garnett slid the jacket off her shoulder. She heard Andie and Kendel gasp.
    Diane felt his fingers on her upper arm just beneath the short sleeve of her blouse.
    “You have a deep laceration in your arm.” He turned to the nurses’ station. “Nurse. We need to get Ms. Fallon into an examination room.”
    Diane looked at the expressions of surprise on all their faces. She imagined it matched her own. She handed Andie her purse and asked her to give her insurance information to the receptionist. She tried to look at her arm.
    “Let’s not move too much. You’re starting to bleed again,” said Dr. Nolan. “Chief Garnett, this looks like a scalpel wound. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was done by the same weapon.”
    The nurse led her to the examination room, then helped her change into one of those embarrassing backless hospital gowns. She had Diane lie down on the examination table on her good side.
    A few minutes later, the doctor came in, washed his hands, then slipped on a pair of latex gloves. He examined the wound. She flinched several times as he palpated the area on the back of her arm.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I’m trying to be as gentle as I can.”
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