“She was the most brilliant criminalist this part of the country has ever seen! I remember when she died - the news flashed her picture constantly for a week. They interviewed all the cops that had worked with her and even interviewed a few of the killers she put in jail."
Katerina nodded weakly, remembering. "She was brilliant for sure. It wore on her though.”
"Wore on her? How do you mean?"
"She had a heart attack. She was only forty-one. She had one big heart attack and then kept having small ones for months. Finally her heart just gave out for good. I'm almost positive it was the job that did it to her. She was good at it, and she felt a duty to do it, but she never loved it. In fact it freaked her out. It freaked us both out."
West nodded, his face contemplative. Katerina realized that her mother must've died right around the same time as his wife did. She decided not to mention it.
When they finally arrived at their call, West confirmed that it definitely was not in their district. He pointed out the district border as they passed it. The call itself was at a small, neat rancher-style home.
West pulled into the driveway and parked the ambulance. He turned to Katerina. "Would you like to take this one?"
"I'm all over it."
They exited the ambulance and walked to the front door. Katerina knocked. A tremulous voice called, "Come in."
Katerina turned the knob and pushed the door open. It opened onto a spacious living room where a white-haired woman sat in a rocking chair. Katerina walked over to her, assessing as she went. The woman's color was good, and she obviously felt okay enough to be watching her afternoon soap operas.
She stopped near the woman and addressed her. "Are you having chest pain, ma'am?"
The woman barely looked at them. "Oh no, I just need a refill on my angina medication."
"Are you having angina now?" Katerina asked.
"Oh no, dearie, I am fine"
Katerina looked at West, confused. He smiled encouragingly. She turned back to the woman. "When did you last get angina?"
The woman screwed up her face with concentration. "Maybe a month ago?"
"Ma'am, is there anything wrong with you right now?"
The woman patted her hand. "No dearie, I just need a refill."
Katerina looked at West again and shrugged her shoulders, not sure what to do. He stepped forward, an amused grin on his face.
"Sorry ma'am, we don't carry angina medicine."
"You were supposed to pick some up for me on the way in. I told the lady on the phone that."
"We're an ambulance, ma'am, not a medication delivery service. We don't do that. Would you like to go to the hospital?"
The woman sighed. "Oh no, I'll just have my friend take me into the pharmacist tomorrow."
"Sounds great," West said and turned to go out the door.
Katerina watched him leave, her mouth open, then she hurried to catch up with him. As soon as the door was closed behind them she grabbed his elbow. "You were way nicer to her than she deserved," Katerina told him. "That was ridiculous!"
"It happens a lot. Besides, what good does it do to get nasty? They aren’t going to learn no matter what we do, so there is no sense ruining your own good mood."
Katerina contemplated this wisdom, her eyes passing over the empty field across the street from them. Something stirred deep in her chest at the sight of it.
Liquid brown eyes. Blonde ponytail. Red lipstick.
Katerina's knees buckled slightly and she swayed on her feet. She felt suddenly cold all over. Cold and terrified.
Chapter 12
West took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of honeysuckle on the slight afternoon breeze. He looked to his side to see if Katerina could smell it too, but she wasn't next to him. He stopped and turned around. Katerina was standing stock-still in the driveway, her face as white as snow. Her eyes were wide and empty, her mouth open.
"Katerina?"
He walked back to her quickly, concerned. He waved a hand in front of her face but she didn't flinch. She swayed on her
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