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day, those two guys would watch sports on the television and I'd join Maggie. We'd watch a movie or play cards at her apartment."
"I imagine your oncologist kept a good eye on your husband."
"I guess he did. Ron would make a trip to see him about once a month. The doctor didn't think he could take any more treatments."
"What's the oncologist's name?"
"Dr. Stephen Riley out of Mercy Hospital."
"Did your husband die of the cancer?"
"No, his heart gave out. Guess it just couldn't handle the diabetes and cancer. He passed away peacefully in his sleep."
"You didn't by any chance have an autopsy done?"
"No, didn't see any need."
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CHAPTER TWELVE
Hawkman took a deep breath after ending his call with Mrs. White. No autopsies done on any of these people. He could understand their passing would be anticipated at some point, as they were getting older. The relatives didn't question the doctor's listed cause of death in any of these cases. Now, with this background, he felt more comfortable approaching the three relatives of the Hamptons’ friends. He placed the notes in the briefcase, checked his watch, and headed for Morning Glory Haven.
When he reached the parking lot, he left the files in the vehicle under the driver's seat, locked up and hurried toward the front door. Maggie had just turned the corner, scooting the walker, as George leisurely walked at her side.
She glanced up and smiled. “I didn't think you'd make it."
Hawkman fell in alongside. “Why, I wouldn't miss this adventure. Not sure I remember much, but you two can help me."
Maggie stopped in her tracks. “You've actually played bingo before?"
"Oh, yeah, but it's been about five years when I worked on a case."
"Really?” George said, as they continued slowly toward the entertainment center. “What in the world happened at a bingo hall that would require a private investigator?"
"A young woman never returned home from a night of fun. Her dad hired me to find her."
"Did you?” Maggie asked.
"Yep. Safe and sound. A scary ordeal though."
"How do you keep track of all your cases?"
"I code name them. Like the bingo hall one, I call Blackout."
"When you have time, I'd like to hear some of the other names,” Maggie said, as they entered the large room filled with tables.
Heads turned and attention focused on the tall cowboy with the eye-patch.
"You're certainly getting a lot of attention,” Maggie smirked. “Okay, ladies, focus your eyes to the front. He's mine."
Twitters of laughter filled the air.
They strolled down an aisle, stopped at a table, paid two dollars for a packet of papers, then hunted for a place to sit. The room soon filled to capacity. A large bingo machine took up one end of the room and stood on a slightly elevated stage, high enough so everyone could see the caller.
Once situated at the table, Hawkman noticed they had free coffee and figured this would give him an opportunity to roam around before the games began. “You guys want some Java?"
"None for me,” Maggie said, as she took a bottle of water from her bingo bag. “I get the jitters if I drink too much caffeine. I have my water."
"I'll have a cup,” George said. “Black, please."
Hawkman rose and moseyed around the long way, studying the patrons as he went. A small table occupied one corner where a woman sold daubers, candy bars and assorted chips. He soon returned to the group with two plastic cups of coffee and sat down next to Maggie.
The noise level had gone up several decibels, almost to the point of hurting one's ears. It seemed most people felt they had to yell at one another to make sure the other person heard them. When the noise level lowered, George pushed a blue dauber toward Hawkman.
"You'll need one of these.” He pointed toward the stage area. “The caller's here, so we'll be starting any minute."
"Good luck, guys.” Maggie said, as she placed a miniature elephant on the table.
"What's that for?” Hawkman
"I imagine your oncologist kept a good eye on your husband."
"I guess he did. Ron would make a trip to see him about once a month. The doctor didn't think he could take any more treatments."
"What's the oncologist's name?"
"Dr. Stephen Riley out of Mercy Hospital."
"Did your husband die of the cancer?"
"No, his heart gave out. Guess it just couldn't handle the diabetes and cancer. He passed away peacefully in his sleep."
"You didn't by any chance have an autopsy done?"
"No, didn't see any need."
[Back to Table of Contents]
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hawkman took a deep breath after ending his call with Mrs. White. No autopsies done on any of these people. He could understand their passing would be anticipated at some point, as they were getting older. The relatives didn't question the doctor's listed cause of death in any of these cases. Now, with this background, he felt more comfortable approaching the three relatives of the Hamptons’ friends. He placed the notes in the briefcase, checked his watch, and headed for Morning Glory Haven.
When he reached the parking lot, he left the files in the vehicle under the driver's seat, locked up and hurried toward the front door. Maggie had just turned the corner, scooting the walker, as George leisurely walked at her side.
She glanced up and smiled. “I didn't think you'd make it."
Hawkman fell in alongside. “Why, I wouldn't miss this adventure. Not sure I remember much, but you two can help me."
Maggie stopped in her tracks. “You've actually played bingo before?"
"Oh, yeah, but it's been about five years when I worked on a case."
"Really?” George said, as they continued slowly toward the entertainment center. “What in the world happened at a bingo hall that would require a private investigator?"
"A young woman never returned home from a night of fun. Her dad hired me to find her."
"Did you?” Maggie asked.
"Yep. Safe and sound. A scary ordeal though."
"How do you keep track of all your cases?"
"I code name them. Like the bingo hall one, I call Blackout."
"When you have time, I'd like to hear some of the other names,” Maggie said, as they entered the large room filled with tables.
Heads turned and attention focused on the tall cowboy with the eye-patch.
"You're certainly getting a lot of attention,” Maggie smirked. “Okay, ladies, focus your eyes to the front. He's mine."
Twitters of laughter filled the air.
They strolled down an aisle, stopped at a table, paid two dollars for a packet of papers, then hunted for a place to sit. The room soon filled to capacity. A large bingo machine took up one end of the room and stood on a slightly elevated stage, high enough so everyone could see the caller.
Once situated at the table, Hawkman noticed they had free coffee and figured this would give him an opportunity to roam around before the games began. “You guys want some Java?"
"None for me,” Maggie said, as she took a bottle of water from her bingo bag. “I get the jitters if I drink too much caffeine. I have my water."
"I'll have a cup,” George said. “Black, please."
Hawkman rose and moseyed around the long way, studying the patrons as he went. A small table occupied one corner where a woman sold daubers, candy bars and assorted chips. He soon returned to the group with two plastic cups of coffee and sat down next to Maggie.
The noise level had gone up several decibels, almost to the point of hurting one's ears. It seemed most people felt they had to yell at one another to make sure the other person heard them. When the noise level lowered, George pushed a blue dauber toward Hawkman.
"You'll need one of these.” He pointed toward the stage area. “The caller's here, so we'll be starting any minute."
"Good luck, guys.” Maggie said, as she placed a miniature elephant on the table.
"What's that for?” Hawkman
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