Linda Miller - Deadly Gamble

“Busy,” he replied.

Yeesh. I’d caught him in the middle of some sting, or even an actual drug bust. “I’m on my way out of town,” I ventured.

“Check,” he said.

So much for that.

I pushed the end button, tossed the phone in the general direction of my purse, which was plunked on the passenger seat and pulled back onto the road. Next stop, Sunset Villa.

I met Felicia in the hallway outside Lillian’s door. She was wearing hot-pink scrubs and a glare.

“No more of them cards,” Felicia ordered. “Mrs. Travers ain’t havin’ a very good day.”

I could have been pissed off, but I knew Felicia’s main concern was her patient’s welfare, so I didn’t go for her jugular. Anyway, I was too worried to bother with drama. I held up both hands to show I wasn’t trying to smuggle in a Tarot deck, Ouija board, or Magic 8-Ball. “What’s the matter with Lillian?”

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