very, very lucky young man.â
âSometimes itâs hard to see that.â
âWell, you are. Now, let me take you on a little tour. And let me know if itâs too much.â
Shortly, Thomas saw that he had been occupying only one tiny corner of 101 Lincoln Street. Keeping up a steady narrative, she pushed him from room to room, all polished opulence, lighting the gas lamps as she did so.
âLetâs see how the air is this morning,â she said, and opened a set of double doors. A long, wide porch, well furnished with wicker, graced both sides of the house that faced Lincoln and Gambel Streets.
âThis is my favorite place,â Alvi said. She let the chair nudge against the ornate white railing. âWhen we donât have the fog, you can see all the way across to the islands. Itâs magnificent.â
The fog was so dense that he had difficulty seeing the Mercantile across the street. âAnd the clinic? Where is that from here?â
âJust down the hill. Follow Gambel Street down past the grove of evergreens that the loggers somehow missed.â
Thomas pushed the wheel forward. âIâveâ¦â He interrupted himself and pointed. The dark shadow plodded across toward them, head down, the rise of each bony shoulder marking his steps.
âOh, that awful dog.â Alvi said. âIâve never known such a disreputable creature. He seems to have an affinity for the muck.â She walked to the head of the steps. âYou can just turn around and go home, Prince.â The dog ignored her, hesitating only when it appeared that his nose might actually bump against the first riser. He stood thusâwhether pondering or calculating or simply blank, Thomas couldnât tell.
The door behind him opened, and the housekeeper appeared. âMy soul, Alvina, what are you trying to do, kill this young man?â She pulled her own wrap more securely around her bony shoulders. âItâs the damp of the grave out here. For heavenâs sake, come in, now. Breakfast is ready.â
âItâs wonderful out here,â Alvi countered. âHe needs some relief from being cooped up.â
âWell.â Gert James started to argue, then saw the dog. âOh, for heavenâs sake. Will you go home,â she said, and clapped her hands sharply. âIf Mr. Lindeman would feed you once in a while,â she added. Taking Thomasâ chair, Gert spun it around and pushed him toward the door. âLetâs get some food in you, too,â she said.
Chapter Ten
Thomas Parks was astonished to find the prospect of bed welcome. The excursion to the bathroom and then managing an enormous breakfast had all been agonizing work.
Back in the room, he found that his clothing had been neatly hung in the armoire and arranged efficiently in two of the drawers of the bureau. Wheeling the chair next to the wardrobe, he pushed the empty duffel to one side and searched for his black medical bag. It was missing. Perhaps it lay at the bottom of the inlet.
An instant after struggling into bed, he awoke with a start, surprised and disoriented. The pungent fragrance of cooking seafood filled the house, and in a moment Alvi Haines appeared, her wrap showing signs of rain.
âOh, good, youâre awake,â she said. As she approached the bed, Thomas could smell her damp woolens. âItâs positively nasty out. So tell me, whatâs Connecticut like? Itâs coastal, too, is it not? Is it the same as this, like the inside of a water bucket?â
âYouâre joking, of course,â he said.
She turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. âWhy would that be? Iâve never been there.â
âNever Back East? Good heavens. Well, it rains a good deal in Connecticut, too, of course,â Thomas said, âbut more sunshine than here, I should think. By the way, Iâm a bit concerned about my medical bag. There are some
Kat Richardson
Celine Conway
K. J. Parker
Leigh Redhead
Mia Sheridan
D Jordan Redhawk
Kelley Armstrong
Jim Eldridge
Robin Owens
Keith Ablow