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My phone rang, the Hawaii Five-O theme song I’d programmed to let me know when Aiden was calling. “Hi, Aiden,” I answered.
Em’s face lit before she caught herself and focused on Rufus’s ear. Her aura and Aiden’s were a perfect match. They were destined to be together. Soul mates. True love. It had all the makings of a happily ever after. If only one of them would make a move. It was like watching paint dry, seeing the two of them dance around a relationship. Even though my father had told Em about the perfect match, she claimed she didn’t want to rush into anything, and Aiden claimed he was waiting for Em to heal.
It was enough to drive me crazy.
“I got your message about Mac Gladstone,” Aiden said. “And I made some calls. I’m meeting with the lead investigator first thing in the morning. He made it sound like there might be something we’d be interested in but didn’t want to get into it over the phone. I’ll call after.”
I ran through my morning to-do list. Near the top was finding Tristan Rourke. “Anytime.”
I hung up. Dovie held out my tea as I walked by the kitchen island. “Anything?” she asked.
I filled her in as Rufus snored from his spot at Em’s feet. “Sean also found a notice from an insurance company in Mac’s desk.” I fished it out of my tote bag and showed it to Em.
The sheet of paper had “This Is Not a Bill” stamped across the top and itemized all Mac’s claims for the last six months. In the past three months he’d seen three different doctors, visited the hospital twice, and made monthly stops at the local pharmacy.
Em tapped the paper. “This doctor, Gregory McDonald, is a big-time oncologist.”
“Mac had cancer?” Dovie said.
“Maybe.” Em stood and stepped around Rufus’s prone body. “These hospital visits are probably for scans.”
I rummaged around my tote bag for the prescription bottle. “And this?”
“It’s a strong painkiller often used for cancer patients, so yeah, I’d say Mac had cancer. Aiden can probably get his medical records.”
“But his granddaughter said he was healthy.” I was trying to wrap my brain around this turn of events.
“Maybe she didn’t know,” Dovie said. “I certainly had no idea he was having any health problems, and news like that would spread around here.”
I also told them about the phone call Mac’s granddaughter had overheard. Dovie let out a long sigh and leveled a knowing look at me. “Sounds as though someone was trying to stop him from doing something drastic.”
“Something drastic like suicide?” Em said.
It was certainly beginning to look that way.
7
Coffee. Nectar of the Gods first thing in the morning.
I sipped gratefully as Thoreau slept on my lap and Sean drove down Roxbury side streets. To my surprise, he hadn’t had any luck finding Tristan Rourke online. Tristan was completely off the grid. No credit cards, no license, no state ID, no work history, no tax filings—ever. He didn’t own any property and had no death certificate.
For all intents and purposes didn’t exist.
Except we knew he did.
The tires of Sean’s Mustang crunched over roads sanded for better traction. Almost eight inches of snow had fallen overnight. Preston had to beg off coming with us as her editor had called with an unexpected assignment, but she made us promise to take notes.
So far, there wasn’t much to be noted.
I had to confess I wasn’t thrilled to be looking for an ex-con. I reminded myself I wasn’t in business to judge Meaghan. Or Tristan. Just to reunite them and let destiny take its course. But now I had some serious reservations. “I had high hopes he’d turned his life around, left crime behind.”
“There’s still hope, Pollyanna.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“Living underground is a bit suspicious,” Sean conceded.
“Very suspicious. I don’t know what to tell Meaghan.”
The voice of reason, Sean said, “Nothing to tell yet.”
He was right. We
My phone rang, the Hawaii Five-O theme song I’d programmed to let me know when Aiden was calling. “Hi, Aiden,” I answered.
Em’s face lit before she caught herself and focused on Rufus’s ear. Her aura and Aiden’s were a perfect match. They were destined to be together. Soul mates. True love. It had all the makings of a happily ever after. If only one of them would make a move. It was like watching paint dry, seeing the two of them dance around a relationship. Even though my father had told Em about the perfect match, she claimed she didn’t want to rush into anything, and Aiden claimed he was waiting for Em to heal.
It was enough to drive me crazy.
“I got your message about Mac Gladstone,” Aiden said. “And I made some calls. I’m meeting with the lead investigator first thing in the morning. He made it sound like there might be something we’d be interested in but didn’t want to get into it over the phone. I’ll call after.”
I ran through my morning to-do list. Near the top was finding Tristan Rourke. “Anytime.”
I hung up. Dovie held out my tea as I walked by the kitchen island. “Anything?” she asked.
I filled her in as Rufus snored from his spot at Em’s feet. “Sean also found a notice from an insurance company in Mac’s desk.” I fished it out of my tote bag and showed it to Em.
The sheet of paper had “This Is Not a Bill” stamped across the top and itemized all Mac’s claims for the last six months. In the past three months he’d seen three different doctors, visited the hospital twice, and made monthly stops at the local pharmacy.
Em tapped the paper. “This doctor, Gregory McDonald, is a big-time oncologist.”
“Mac had cancer?” Dovie said.
“Maybe.” Em stood and stepped around Rufus’s prone body. “These hospital visits are probably for scans.”
I rummaged around my tote bag for the prescription bottle. “And this?”
“It’s a strong painkiller often used for cancer patients, so yeah, I’d say Mac had cancer. Aiden can probably get his medical records.”
“But his granddaughter said he was healthy.” I was trying to wrap my brain around this turn of events.
“Maybe she didn’t know,” Dovie said. “I certainly had no idea he was having any health problems, and news like that would spread around here.”
I also told them about the phone call Mac’s granddaughter had overheard. Dovie let out a long sigh and leveled a knowing look at me. “Sounds as though someone was trying to stop him from doing something drastic.”
“Something drastic like suicide?” Em said.
It was certainly beginning to look that way.
7
Coffee. Nectar of the Gods first thing in the morning.
I sipped gratefully as Thoreau slept on my lap and Sean drove down Roxbury side streets. To my surprise, he hadn’t had any luck finding Tristan Rourke online. Tristan was completely off the grid. No credit cards, no license, no state ID, no work history, no tax filings—ever. He didn’t own any property and had no death certificate.
For all intents and purposes didn’t exist.
Except we knew he did.
The tires of Sean’s Mustang crunched over roads sanded for better traction. Almost eight inches of snow had fallen overnight. Preston had to beg off coming with us as her editor had called with an unexpected assignment, but she made us promise to take notes.
So far, there wasn’t much to be noted.
I had to confess I wasn’t thrilled to be looking for an ex-con. I reminded myself I wasn’t in business to judge Meaghan. Or Tristan. Just to reunite them and let destiny take its course. But now I had some serious reservations. “I had high hopes he’d turned his life around, left crime behind.”
“There’s still hope, Pollyanna.”
I arched an eyebrow.
“Living underground is a bit suspicious,” Sean conceded.
“Very suspicious. I don’t know what to tell Meaghan.”
The voice of reason, Sean said, “Nothing to tell yet.”
He was right. We
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