“Oh, come on now, Doc.I can tell by those deep grooves”—Baz rubbed his forehead for emphasis—“that you know exactly who I’m talking about.”
The doctor smoothed his expression.Or tried to.“No, I’m sorry, I really don’t.”
“Well, let me see if this helps.”Baz leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and pinning the doctor with a cold stare.“On January 9, 2021, the same day you pronounced Kylie Walker dead, you received a hefty chunk of change into your bank account.”He cocked an eyebrow.“Does that ring any bells for you?”
Dr.Weaver had the good sense not to comment.
“Yeah.I thought it might.”Baz took a deep breath, reined in his anger.“See, here’s the thing.Kylie Walker’s husbands—she has two, that wasn’t a blunder on my part—and her five kids … well, see, they miss her.And we came across some information that leads us to believe she’s not in that coffin in the ground like we originally thought.”
That hint of worry turned into a full-blown case of fear.Dr.Weaver’s eyes widened, and his mouth opened, but no words came out.
Baz sat up straight.“I take it you know something.”
Dr.Weaver shook his head adamantly.“No.No, I don’t.”He pushed his chair back and shot to his feet.“I’ve got rounds.You really need to leave now.”
Baz slowly stood up, looked at the door.“Rounds?Oh, okay, sure.Let’s go make rounds.I can follow you while you work.We can continue our conversation.”
A sheen of perspiration broke out on his forehead, and the doctor was talking fast when he said, “You can’t.That’s not allowed.I don’t know anything.I don’t even remember who you’re talking about.That was so long ago.”
Baz smirked, waiting for the doctor to run out of excuses.
“And I never got a deposit of five hundred thousand.”
Holding up a finger, Baz cocked his head.“See, I never said how much that deposit was for.”
“Yes, you did.You said a hefty chunk of change.Five hundred thousand.”
“No.I purposely left that part out.”
Dr.Weaver moved toward the door, but Baz intercepted, blocking him before he could make his escape.
“I have rounds,” the doctor repeated.
“As long as you don’t mind having a shadow because I’m not leaving until you tell me what I need to know.”
“I don’t know anything.”
Baz stared into his eyes.His pupils were dilated, and a single drop of sweat started to trickle down his left temple slowly.He would bet good money that the man’s heart was racing and his palms were sweating.
“What was the money for, Dr.Weaver?”
“I don’t know about any money,” he said, his voice trembling.
Baz took a step back.“Is that your final answer?”
Dr.Weaver looked relieved when he said, “Yes.”
Nodding, Baz turned toward the door.“When you’re ready to talk, come find me.I’ll be talking to the nursing staff and the hospital’s administration.I’m sure someone can tell me what that deposit was for.”
He took one step forward before Dr.Weaver barked, “Wait!”
Baz slowly turned around to see the man wiping his forehead.“Look.I was sworn to secrecy, so there’s not much I can tell you.”
“Sworn to secrecy?By who?”
“The federal government.The person you’re talking about was a federal witness who was taken into custody.”
Son of a bitch.
