Джанет Кантрелл - Fat Cat At Large

Chase went out the back, trying to tamp down an irrational feeling of unease, and drove to the University Medical Center.

She sped down East River Parkway, turned left on Harvard Street and zipped into the parking garage, sliding into a space fairly near the pedestrian tunnel. She ran down the long tunnelway to the main hospital and rushed to the emergency desk to find out where Laci was.

A very short older woman with gleaming snow-white hair was talking with the desk clerk. Chase got in line behind her since only one clerk was in evidence. A noise from her purse startled her—it was her cell phone. The desk clerk glared at Chase and pointed to a sign on the wall that said “Silence Cell Phone’s.” Chase sighed at the misplaced apostrophe, but followed the instructions. A glance showed an unfamiliar number, so she stuck the cell into her purse.

“Yes, dearie, thanks for asking,” the woman said, her voice strong in spite of her elderly looks and her diminutive size. She wore a pink velour pantsuit under a puffy down-filled jacket. “I’m feeling so much better.”

Chase couldn’t hear the soft-spoken woman behind the counter, who was typing and swiveling back and forth between the older woman and her computer screen. Chase hummed “Get Me to the Church on Time” from My Fair Lady and bounced with impatience, anxious to see how Laci was doing. That sent a twinge to her spine, so she stopped and stood still, changing her tune to the more sedate “Ol’ Man River” from Show Boat .

The white-haired woman glanced up at Chase. Her light blue eyes sparkled behind wire-rimmed glasses. “I won’t be much longer, dear. Just checking out.”

The woman turned to the clerk and spoke again. “Yes, that’s right. . . . That’s right. . . . No, I live on Fourteenth Avenue Southeast. I believe you entered Southwest.” She leaned to one side to see the computer screen better. “And my name is spelled with a J . Yes, Hilda Bjorn.”

Then it clicked for Chase. This was the woman who had reported seeing her! Anna was with Laci; she’d be fine. Chase needed to talk to this woman.

As the woman finished her business and turned away from the window, Chase waylaid her.

“Ms. Bjorn? Could I speak with you for a few moments?”

She peered past Chase, out the glass doors. “I don’t think my ride is here yet. What do you need?”

“Would you like to sit down?”

“I’m old, dear, not dead yet. I can stand up. I was just in for a tiny infection in my insulin pump hole. That’s what I call it, my pump hole.”

Afraid she’d insulted the woman, Chase hurried to apologize. “I didn’t mean . . . No, I don’t think—”

“That’s all right. It was rude of me to get snippy. Now, what’s on your mind?”

“I’m Chase Oliver. I’m the person you saw coming out of Gabe Naughtly’s condo the day he was murdered.”

“Oh my. Yes, you are, aren’t you?” She peered at Chase closely. “Yes, I can see that you resemble her.” The woman drew back a bit. “Should I be afraid?” She peered around. “We are in a public place.”

“I didn’t kill Gabe Naughtly!” The clerk at the counter glanced up and Chase lowered her voice. “I thought that maybe you might have seen someone else that same day.”

“I see lots of people every day. But that day? Let me think. Andy, of course. That’s my next-door neighbor. His name is Anderson Fear, Professor Fear.” Chase wondered if that was the somewhat fearful-looking man who had told her that Ms. Bjorn was in the hospital. “He comes and goes between his classes and his office hours. That day there were a lot of people at that condo. A young man looked like he was coming to see Gabe, after Gabe got home, but he didn’t go in, just hung around on my side of the street. Oh yes, and that young woman had gone in already, the one that dresses kind of like, well, like a floozy. You know, those tight clothes, all those tattoos, and those horrid shoes. It’s a wonder she’s never broken an ankle in those things. She didn’t stay as long as she usually does and she came out while the young man was still hanging around. She’s been there a lot lately.”

“Anyone else?”

The woman frowned in thought.

“Did you see the tall, thin man, very pale, wearing a blazer? He came in right after me that day.” Chase would love to nail Torvald Iversen for the crime.

“Maybe. I’m not quite sure. I’ll have to think about . . .” She looked outside. “Oh, there’s my ride. Come see me sometime, dearie.”

Chase saw the man she had already pegged as Professor Fear get out of a small Japanese car and come inside. He smiled when he saw Ms. Bjorn. “Ready to go?”

She nodded, turning to Chase before she left. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, dear. I’m sure you didn’t kill anyone.”

It would be nice if more people were sure of that, thought Chase. So, a young man and a floozy. Who the heck would they be?

At the counter, the woman wouldn’t give her Laci’s room number, so she texted Anna and got it. The woman did tell her where the elevators were, so she took one up to Laci’s floor. When she found Laci’s location, Anna stood in the doorway, looking ready to leave. Chase raised her eyebrows and Anna nodded to the interior of the room.

Ted Naughtly sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in close and stroking Laci’s hand. They were gazing into each other’s eyes and neither had noticed Chase’s arrival. The breakup hadn’t lasted long, she thought.

Chase cleared her throat. They both kept gazing. “Hi, Laci,” she finally said.

Ted jerked upright.

“Hi, Miss Oliver,” said Laci wanly. Chase had asked both Laci and Vi to call her Chase, but it had never taken.

“How are you feeling?” Chase asked.

Laci batted her eyelashes at Ted. “Better with Teddy here.” She managed a weak smile.

“I’d better go,” he said, standing up. “Mom probably has dinner ready.”

“Buh-bye.” Laci sighed and gave him a limp wave.

“See you.” He pushed past Chase and disappeared down the hallway.

Chase entered the room and sat in the visitor’s chair while Anna still hovered at the door. The hard plastic seat didn’t do anything for her back pain, and it flared up again. “Are you going home tonight?”

“No, they’re keeping me until tomorrow morning for observation.” She didn’t seem to approve of that. Her weakness suddenly vanished as she propped herself up and poured a glass of ice chips, maneuvering around her IV. She’d been putting on an act for “Teddy,” Chase realized. The little vixen.

“What’s the reason for keeping you?”

“Oh, they said I was dehydrated.”

“And her heart rhythm is a little off,” said a nurse, bustling into the room with a blood pressure cuff. She wrapped the sleeve around Laci’s arm and pumped. “She’ll go home tomorrow if the scan for a concussion comes up normal and if nothing else happens.”

“But she’s okay?” asked Chase.

“Basically.” The cuff deflated with a whoosh. The nurse unwound the Velcro, then noted Laci’s numbers on an electronic pad and left.

“I’ve been dieting,” Laci said. “I guess I overdid it.”

“Dieting?” Anna spoke up at last. “Girl, you don’t have an ounce to lose. What were you thinking?”

“Teddy’s mom is so thin. I think he probably likes really thin women.”

Chase pictured the miniskirted woman he’d gone off with just before Laci fainted. She wouldn’t win any skinny contests, not with her top half, anyway.

“Laci,” Chase said, “your job is to rest up and feel better. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Laci!” A woman rushed in and ran to the bed, followed by a slower man who looked at Laci with deep concern. “Baby doll! We came as fast as we could when we heard.”