bed.
“Dear Lord.” Ecaterina reappeared and rushed toward her. However, she didn’t reach the bed in time and the patient toppled out and hit the floor. Stars danced behind her eyes while her stomach threatened to repel her lunch.
“Oh, dear,” Ecaterina said. “Let me help you.”
They made it to the toilet bowl just as her stomach relinquished what she’d eaten. After that, she dry heaved until her stomach muscles cramped.
Ecaterina made a cool compress at the bathroom sink and did her best to help clean the patient up. “You poor thing. How long have you been sick like this?”
The patient gave a slow shake of her head. She didn’t want to talk; she wanted the compress to take away her headache. When it appeared it wasn’t working, she tried being as still as possible.
“Goodness. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to put something in your belly like that. I guess that’s why William is the doctor, and I’m just a housekeeper.” Ecaterina pressed another compress against the patient’s forehead. “Come on, Josie. I’ll help you get back into bed.”
The patient’s eyes fluttered open again. “What?”
“I said I’d help you get back into bed.”
“No. My name. What did you call me?”
Ecaterina frowned. “Josie. That is your name, isn’t it?”
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Detective Delaney and Simmons stopped by their favorite Chinese restaurant, the Emerald Dragon, for takeout before heading back to the office. They walked through the doors of the dark restaurant exhausted from their long day at Keystone.
Xiang Zhu, a petite, Asian woman greeted them from behind the checkout nook. “Ah. Back again?”
“Are you kidding?” Tyrese smiled as he leaned against the counter. “This is our home away from home.” He winked.
Ming rolled her eyes, and then flashed Xiang a polite smile. “I’ll have my usual.”
“One sesame chicken; and what about you, Detective Simmons?”
“How about this time you give me your number?” he asked cheekily. “I would love to take you away from all of this.”
Xiang gave him a sweet smile. “My family owns this restaurant. I would never want to leave them. But how about I order you your usual as well?”
Tyrese sighed and straightened up. “I guess that’s going to have to do then.”
“All right. I’ll be right back,” she said, and walked toward the kitchen.
“Another crash and burn.” Tyrese chuckled.
Ming smacked him on the back. “The story of your life.”
“Tell me about it.” He sucked in a deep breath and looked down at his partner. “So do you suppose Dr. Bancroft’s husband knows who wanted to kill his wife?”
“No clue, but I have every intention of asking him once he’s stabilized.” She eased out of the way as more customers entered the establishment. “Are you thinking he might have something to do with his wife’s murder?”
“It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“True.” She nodded, and then thought it over for a moment. “But then we would be looking at one hell of a coincidence. A murder happening at the same time someone kidnaps a patient.”
“If she was kidnapped,” Tyrese interjected.
Ming rolled her eyes. “Please don’t tell me you’re buying into Ms. Ferrell’s whole wandered off theory.”
“We can’t ignore it.”
“Hey, maybe Andrews stole the badge and killed her doctor on the way out,” Ming added sarcastically. “Of course, I don’t know where she would’ve acquired a gun unless she’s been keeping one beneath her bedpan for the past six weeks.”
Tyrese chuckled. “Anything is possible. Maybe on of her doctors hypnotized her to commit the murder gave her a weapon and everything.”
Ming stared at him. “You really ought to watch something else other than the Sci-Fi Channel.”
He shrugged. “Like I said, anything is possible.”
Ming grew thoughtful. “I guess. Right now my gut is telling me to learn all I can about the sister. That Josephine character, something about her just
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