"You are very sure." Young rested against a wall.
"I'm a surgeon. I need to be precise. It rolls over to other parts of my life."
"What about yesterday?” Logan's head tilted.
"What is this about?" Elizabeth showed annoyance.
Young put a bottle of water in front of her. "Please, Dr. Reed, answer the question."
"Fine. I was back at the hospital by seven. I checked in with my office. Then, I hit the ICU and took report. I lost a patient. Spent time on the surgical floor. Did some work in my office, held a resident discussion, saw clinic patients, spoke with my covering doctor, went to a pediatric mortality conference and got home around eleven."
"Any other appointments?" Young sat beside her.
"I conferred with PA Pete Walter about Austin."
"Hmm, no others?" Young challenged.
"Nothing scheduled."
"Any unscheduled?"
"No."
"Elizabeth, you are wearing a lovely shade of lipstick. What is it?" Danny Logan smirked.
"You're kidding me, right? Fine. It’s Ruby Woo by MAC. What, are you seeing a redhead?" Sarcasm dripped from her lips.
"Dr. Reed, how often do you lose patients?" Young countered his partner. They treated her like a Ping Pong ball.
"Too often."
"Two in two days is a regular occurrence?" Young continued.
"Sometimes. What is this about?"
"Which is your dominant hand?" Logan asked.
"My left."
"Tell us about your relationship with Randall Knox?" Logan's tone turned cold.
Martin parked beside the municipal headquarters. He approached a young uniformed officer sitting at a high desk inside the front door. "Good morning, I'm Martin Bailey, Austin's brother. Could I speak to Chief Sharpe please?”
"I'm so sorry; Sergeant Bailey is a great boss. How’s he doing?" The woman picked up the phone.
A man wearing black trousers and a white shirt with five stars on each epaulet swaggered out a side door. "Martin, come in. How's our boy this morning?"
"He made it through another night." Martin forced a smile.
"Son, what brings you here today?" He led him into his cramped, paper-filled office.
"To be honest, sir, Austin's physician, Elizabeth Reed, and I were talking this morning when two of your men asked her to come in." His tone was light and relaxed.
Sharpe pushed back in his rolling chair and interlocked his fingers over his rotund belly. "That doesn't concern Austin. Dr. Reed had some harsh words with another doctor. That poor boy ended up dead. My detectives are just beginning their inquiry."
"Did she ask for representation?"
"Now why would she do that if she isn’t hiding anything?" His manner turned tougher.
