Bad Doctor

48

I’m furious. I want to kick and scream and break into someone’s house and rob them at gunpoint. I could probably even strangle Willow with my bare hands.

But I need to know what she’s talking about.

Through clenched teeth I ask, “What’s Plan B?”

“You’re angry,” she says, cool as a cucumber.

“Of course it was Cameron,” I say. “She was practically a scarecrow.”

“It’s not that big a deal. Cameron was sick, but had no credit. As Willow, I had built an excellent credit rating. I let her use Willow’s name and social security number for the credit check. Once it was on the medical records, it stayed there.”

I clench my fists.

“What’s Plan B?”

“I should probably start by explaining Plan A,” she says.

“Please do.”

“Okay, so here’s the thing. Plan A was to come here, make you feel sorry for me, and talk you into giving me a hundred thousand dollars.”

“For cancer treatment.”

“No. I was planning to work on you, get you to take me on a nice vacation. My last one, while I could still enjoy it, you know? Pity for you we didn’t, since I was going to let you seduce me. Plan A called for me falling in love with you. Then I’d refuse the treatment, and…oh well, it doesn’t matter. You had to spoil it all by hiring a private investigator.”

Something crosses my mind. I don’t believe it, but I toss it out anyway.

“You killed Cameron.”

Willow frowns. “What can I tell you, Gideon? Cameron was dying, and wanted to come clean about something we’d done. I couldn’t let her do that.”

“When we were at the hospital she kept mumbling something about needing to confess.”

“She said it after she got shot, too. Before you stitched her up.”

“What did you and Cameron do?”

“None of your business.”

“How’d you kill her?”

“I’m not admitting I did.”

“Her cause of death is being investigated.”

“They won’t look too deeply. She had Hodgkin’s. She’d been gunshot!”

I nod my head. “Bingo!”

“Bingo?”

“Before we took the twins home you went in Maggie’s house to pee.”

“So?”

“I’ve never met a grandmother yet who didn’t have a spice rack with nutmeg in it.”

She smiles. “So?”

“You saw what the nutmeg did when it hit Bobby’s bloodstream. What did you do, inject it in Cameron’s IV somehow?”

“Where on earth would I get a syringe.”

I think about it.

“You stole one from my medical bag when you got it out of the trunk.”

Willow smiles and says, “Let’s don’t dwell on Cameron right now.”

“Okay. What’s Plan B?”

Willow reaches into her handbag and pulls out two zip lock plastic bags and places them on the table in front of me.

What’s inside them is the last thing I would have expected.

Just as she planned.