actually do it. But to answer your question, I felt it was time for me to move on, and find a suitable mother for my son. Recently, Regan has wanted to know whatever became of his mother, and I felt he deserved the truth. So I set out to find the truth.”
While he seemed sincere enough, over the years she had learned to believe very little of what she heard initially, until she was certain she had all the irrefutable facts. “Uh huh. Now, about this statement of yours about her being attacked, did that happen right here, in this town?”
Instantly, the deep sense of guilt was back, and seeped through his entire being. “That, I can’t tell you. At the moment, it seems the person who knows the most about her attack is this Doctor Parker.”
Scribbling the name quickly in her notebook, she nodded. “How did your wife come up with the name Karen Washington? Do you know anyone by that name?”
At the present, it was a something he was paying Raidon Bishop to look into, how her false identity came into being. Shaking his head, he answered truthfully, “I never heard the name before yesterday.”
She scribbled several more notes, reflecting that the case was becoming stranger by the second. “I understand you’re staying at the Rosetta Inn?"
“ Yes.”
“Alright, Mr. Mortenson, I have your contact information. I’ll be getting back in touch with you later, after I have more information. For now, I’m going to check on the status of your wife.” she finished as she flipped the notepad shut and stood.
Rising to his feet, he extended his hand, giving her a firm handshake. “By all means, feel free to contact me any time of the day or night. And of course, all the information my private detective has is at your disposal as well.”
The touch of his hand instantly sent delightful shivers up and down her spine, and she was surprised to feel rough calluses on his hands. Holding his hand a bit longer than necessary, she was disappointed when he finally pulled it free and began pacing again. Oh, well, so much for mixing business with pleasure… she thought as she turned and walked out.
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“Doctor Parker, can I have a word?” Joy Bishop called the moment Brett stepped out of the lab.
His back still to her, he quickly but nonchalantly stuffed the items he held in his right hand into his jacket pocket. Turning to address his younger colleague, he put on his most pleasant smile. “Yes, what is it?”
“Doctor Parker, Mrs. Mortenson’s husband is demanding another psychologist take over her care.”
Unable to help himself, the smile vanished in an instant, and was replaced by something far more unpleasant. “Doctor Bishop, no one else will see to her care but me. While I can understand his concerns for her welfare, HE needs to understand that I’m her doctor because that’s the way she wants it. This supposed husband of hers, well, he’ll just have to accept that and learn to live with it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.” he said, then turned and walked away.
“Listen, doctor……” she called after him, but was ignored.
Turning a corner, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t following him. Satisfied, he slipped quietly into another patient’s room, glad to see that the room’s occupant, a male patient, was sleeping. Taking the vials of blood from his pocket, he peeled the labels off, wadded them into a ball, and tossed them into the wastebasket. The unmarked vials he tossed into the hazardous waste container. “Blood tests gone, and the orders for them removed from the computer.” he muttered with an evil smirk.
Pleased with himself, he left the room quietly to see Cassandra, aware that he needed to reinforce his hypnotic suggestions to her. These idiots aren’t smart enough to catch a man like me, at anything… he thought as he passed a nurse in the hallway and
While he seemed sincere enough, over the years she had learned to believe very little of what she heard initially, until she was certain she had all the irrefutable facts. “Uh huh. Now, about this statement of yours about her being attacked, did that happen right here, in this town?”
Instantly, the deep sense of guilt was back, and seeped through his entire being. “That, I can’t tell you. At the moment, it seems the person who knows the most about her attack is this Doctor Parker.”
Scribbling the name quickly in her notebook, she nodded. “How did your wife come up with the name Karen Washington? Do you know anyone by that name?”
At the present, it was a something he was paying Raidon Bishop to look into, how her false identity came into being. Shaking his head, he answered truthfully, “I never heard the name before yesterday.”
She scribbled several more notes, reflecting that the case was becoming stranger by the second. “I understand you’re staying at the Rosetta Inn?"
“ Yes.”
“Alright, Mr. Mortenson, I have your contact information. I’ll be getting back in touch with you later, after I have more information. For now, I’m going to check on the status of your wife.” she finished as she flipped the notepad shut and stood.
Rising to his feet, he extended his hand, giving her a firm handshake. “By all means, feel free to contact me any time of the day or night. And of course, all the information my private detective has is at your disposal as well.”
The touch of his hand instantly sent delightful shivers up and down her spine, and she was surprised to feel rough calluses on his hands. Holding his hand a bit longer than necessary, she was disappointed when he finally pulled it free and began pacing again. Oh, well, so much for mixing business with pleasure… she thought as she turned and walked out.
******************************************************
“Doctor Parker, can I have a word?” Joy Bishop called the moment Brett stepped out of the lab.
His back still to her, he quickly but nonchalantly stuffed the items he held in his right hand into his jacket pocket. Turning to address his younger colleague, he put on his most pleasant smile. “Yes, what is it?”
“Doctor Parker, Mrs. Mortenson’s husband is demanding another psychologist take over her care.”
Unable to help himself, the smile vanished in an instant, and was replaced by something far more unpleasant. “Doctor Bishop, no one else will see to her care but me. While I can understand his concerns for her welfare, HE needs to understand that I’m her doctor because that’s the way she wants it. This supposed husband of hers, well, he’ll just have to accept that and learn to live with it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do.” he said, then turned and walked away.
“Listen, doctor……” she called after him, but was ignored.
Turning a corner, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t following him. Satisfied, he slipped quietly into another patient’s room, glad to see that the room’s occupant, a male patient, was sleeping. Taking the vials of blood from his pocket, he peeled the labels off, wadded them into a ball, and tossed them into the wastebasket. The unmarked vials he tossed into the hazardous waste container. “Blood tests gone, and the orders for them removed from the computer.” he muttered with an evil smirk.
Pleased with himself, he left the room quietly to see Cassandra, aware that he needed to reinforce his hypnotic suggestions to her. These idiots aren’t smart enough to catch a man like me, at anything… he thought as he passed a nurse in the hallway and
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