Mystery solved - was it suicide or murder and
will she survive to tell the tale? |
Conclusion: Kelly awoke in an unfamiliar room, but felt that she was safe. The room smelled of pine disinfectant and soap. The sheets of the bed she was lying in were crisp and white and the mattress was bent in the middle so that she was sitting up. “At last you are awake,” said a whispery voice. “Sam? What are you doing here? What happened…? Oh, my God! Where is Dr. Martin?” Kelly tried to swing her legs over the bedside but was stopped by the side rail. “Whoa, Kelly, it’s all right, settle down.” Sam Dunn rose from the bedside chair. “He’s in custody where he should be. I’m sorry I couldn’t get help to you sooner, but nobody would listen to me.” “Then they know he killed Grant, or had him killed? And he did something to me, something in my coffee,” Kelly fumbled with the side rail until she got it out of her way. “Yes, he tried to kill me too. He was waiting for me in the parking lot at Benny’s. He told me everything, including his plans to take care of you. I guess he felt that, since he was going to shoot me, he had nothing to lose.” “He shot you?” she was looking him over for signs of injury. “You’re okay?” “Yeah, being a little paranoid is a good thing sometimes. I was wearing a Kevlar vest. I edgy after what happened to Grant so I pulled it out of the attic and put it to good use.” He smiled self-consciously. “So, he killed Grant, but why?” “Grant was very organized and he noticed that the dates his insurance had been billed for didn’t match the dates that he had seen Dr. Martin. Martin explained that the dates were when the billing was done, not the actual visit dates. Grant didn’t agree and investigated further with his insurance company. It turned out there were billings for eighteen visits. Grant only saw Dr. Martin six times. He wanted to give Martin a chance to turn himself in, but when he refused Grant told him that he was going to file a complaint.” “Dr. Martin could have lost his license,” Kelly concluded, “so he couldn’t let Grant do it.” She smiled ironically and shook her head. “Now he will lose more than that.” “If only Grant had told us before confronting Dr. Martin. Maybe we could have saved him,” Sam sighed. “I’m sorry that I put you at risk by coming to you with my suspicions.” “You didn’t put me at risk. I had voiced my concerns to Dr. Martin. He already thought that I knew more than I did,” Kelly assured him. Before they could get lost in the “what ifs” Babs breezed into the room bearing a bouquet of colorful balloons. “Well, look at you!” she cried. “You actually had me worried; I think I might have gotten a gray hair. You look fine to me though.” She arranged the balloons on the bedside table. She glanced at Sam and said, “You look pretty good, too.” “We are both fine, thank God,” Kelly said relaxing back into her pillow. “Well, then let’s get your things and get out of here. We have groups to run. We already have six new patients scheduled who were patients of Martin’s.” She began pulling things out of the closet for Kelly. Kelly sighed in resignation and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The End |