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Hampton have hired me because they feel uncomfortable about three of their friends who have died, so I'm going back a little farther in time to see if there were any questions about others."
"I met the Hamptons. Very pleasant people. Mother had no serious health problems that we knew about, so her death came as a shock. Of course, we miss her. She was always so positive."
"I understand she was loved and always laughing."
His voice caught. “I wanted her to come live with me, but she insisted on staying in the area she knew. I could understand, so we put her in the best home there. I tried to come out and see her at least three times a year. I'd scheduled a visit the week after she passed away."
"I'm sorry. I know this is hard on you. But if you don't mind answering a few questions, it would help my investigation."
"Of course."
"Did you have an autopsy done?"
"No, the doctor said her heart gave out and she died peacefully in her sleep."
"Did she have her own personal physician?"
"Yes, but once she went into the home, she felt like going to see him on a regular basis would be too expensive, even though I told her I'd pay for it. Parents can be very stubborn. However, he did drop by and see her occasionally."
"What was his name?"
"Dr. Phil Hart. I believe he's associated with Mercy Hospital."
"Do you know if she ever saw any other doctor?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Would your mother have changed doctors for any reason?"
"Only if he was cheaper."
"I see. Thank you, Mr. Carter. This information helps a lot. If I have any more questions, may I call you again?"
"Certainly, any time. I pray you don't find any foul play."
"Me, too."
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hawkman sat back in the chair and tapped the pencil on his desk. Then he leaned forward and circled the name Dr. Phil Hart at Mercy Hospital. Checking the list of the deceased, Faith Lambert appeared next, a woman not well-liked by the residents of Morning Glory Haven. He'd soon find out how the family felt.
Punching the speaker button, he dialed her daughter, Janis Hamel, and after five rings, a breathless woman answered.
"Hello,” she panted.
"I'm calling for Janis Hamel."
"Speaking."
Hawkman identified himself, and explained his mission. “May I ask you a few questions about your mother's death?"
"You can ask all you want, but I'm glad she's gone. She drove my brother and me nuts."
Not expecting such a response, it took him a moment to regain his composure. “Could you tell me the cause of her death?"
"Old age and crankiness. The woman hated life and everything about it. She bitched and complained until no one wanted to be around her. Even as kids we could hardly wait to get out of the house."
"Surely something physical occurred, like a heart attack or an ailment of sorts. Did she have diabetes or any other malady?"
"Yes, she had diabetes, but the doctor said her heart stopped. She died in her sleep."
"Who was her doctor?"
"I don't remember his name."
"Were you concerned about the sudden death of your mother?"
"Are you kidding. We were all relieved."
"So, you probably didn't have an autopsy done?"
"No way. We could hardly wait to bury her."
"Thank you for your time, Ms. Hamel."
"You're welcome. Bye."
After hanging up, Hawkman stared at the phone for several seconds, then took a deep breath and jotted ‘forget this one’ alongside her name. As he arose from his chair to pour another cup of hot coffee, he wondered if Mrs. Lambert's kids could have done her in. He just couldn't fathom a mother being so hated by her own children.
Leaving it on speaker, he dialed the number of Lillian Nichols in Grants Pass, Oregon, one of Jacob Thompson's daughters. A young male voice answered.
"May I speak with Lillian Nichols please?"
"Who's calling?"
"Private Investigator, Tom Casey."
"Just a moment."
Hawkman could hear the boy yelling, “Mom, a private investigator wants to talk to you."
"Who?” a woman asked, as footsteps
"I met the Hamptons. Very pleasant people. Mother had no serious health problems that we knew about, so her death came as a shock. Of course, we miss her. She was always so positive."
"I understand she was loved and always laughing."
His voice caught. “I wanted her to come live with me, but she insisted on staying in the area she knew. I could understand, so we put her in the best home there. I tried to come out and see her at least three times a year. I'd scheduled a visit the week after she passed away."
"I'm sorry. I know this is hard on you. But if you don't mind answering a few questions, it would help my investigation."
"Of course."
"Did you have an autopsy done?"
"No, the doctor said her heart gave out and she died peacefully in her sleep."
"Did she have her own personal physician?"
"Yes, but once she went into the home, she felt like going to see him on a regular basis would be too expensive, even though I told her I'd pay for it. Parents can be very stubborn. However, he did drop by and see her occasionally."
"What was his name?"
"Dr. Phil Hart. I believe he's associated with Mercy Hospital."
"Do you know if she ever saw any other doctor?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Would your mother have changed doctors for any reason?"
"Only if he was cheaper."
"I see. Thank you, Mr. Carter. This information helps a lot. If I have any more questions, may I call you again?"
"Certainly, any time. I pray you don't find any foul play."
"Me, too."
[Back to Table of Contents]
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hawkman sat back in the chair and tapped the pencil on his desk. Then he leaned forward and circled the name Dr. Phil Hart at Mercy Hospital. Checking the list of the deceased, Faith Lambert appeared next, a woman not well-liked by the residents of Morning Glory Haven. He'd soon find out how the family felt.
Punching the speaker button, he dialed her daughter, Janis Hamel, and after five rings, a breathless woman answered.
"Hello,” she panted.
"I'm calling for Janis Hamel."
"Speaking."
Hawkman identified himself, and explained his mission. “May I ask you a few questions about your mother's death?"
"You can ask all you want, but I'm glad she's gone. She drove my brother and me nuts."
Not expecting such a response, it took him a moment to regain his composure. “Could you tell me the cause of her death?"
"Old age and crankiness. The woman hated life and everything about it. She bitched and complained until no one wanted to be around her. Even as kids we could hardly wait to get out of the house."
"Surely something physical occurred, like a heart attack or an ailment of sorts. Did she have diabetes or any other malady?"
"Yes, she had diabetes, but the doctor said her heart stopped. She died in her sleep."
"Who was her doctor?"
"I don't remember his name."
"Were you concerned about the sudden death of your mother?"
"Are you kidding. We were all relieved."
"So, you probably didn't have an autopsy done?"
"No way. We could hardly wait to bury her."
"Thank you for your time, Ms. Hamel."
"You're welcome. Bye."
After hanging up, Hawkman stared at the phone for several seconds, then took a deep breath and jotted ‘forget this one’ alongside her name. As he arose from his chair to pour another cup of hot coffee, he wondered if Mrs. Lambert's kids could have done her in. He just couldn't fathom a mother being so hated by her own children.
Leaving it on speaker, he dialed the number of Lillian Nichols in Grants Pass, Oregon, one of Jacob Thompson's daughters. A young male voice answered.
"May I speak with Lillian Nichols please?"
"Who's calling?"
"Private Investigator, Tom Casey."
"Just a moment."
Hawkman could hear the boy yelling, “Mom, a private investigator wants to talk to you."
"Who?” a woman asked, as footsteps
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