“That’s good. Still, it doesn’t take the place of a CT.”
The doorbell rang. She got up and went to the foyer, opened the door. An attractive blond man stood on the porch. Hell, were all the people he knew gorgeous? Juliet was beautiful. This guy was too. “Captain Marshall?”
“Hello, Dr. Baxter.”
“Come on in.”
The man walked inside and Anabelle showed him into the great room. He crossed to the couch and stood before Oliver. “Mr. Ricardi. I understand there was another incident.”
“Yes.”
“Can you explain it to me?”
“Sit down here,” Anabelle said. She’d moved a chair in front of the coffee table. “I don’t know the details yet, so I’d like to stay if it’s all right.”
“Of course.”
She sat on a side chair. Marshall dropped down in front of Oliver.
“Since the murder, we’re meeting in threes, so when someone has an appointment, there’s two of us around. We drove in at the same time, I opened my practice and tripped over a barbell.”
“Is it still there in the same place?”
“Yes.”
“Did anybody touch it?”
“No, we knew not to.”
“Go on.”
“That’s pretty much it. Are you making any progress in finding the person who’s doing all this? Finn was attacked more than two months ago.”
“The detectives declared that a carjacking. Homicide took over when the guard was killed and they solved that murder.”
Anabelle shivered. She knew this, but she still felt fear rush through her.
“That was a month ago. We should have an answer by now.”
“I’m sorry. This guy isn’t leaving a trail.”
“That’s almost impossible.” His words slurred a bit.
The doorbell rang again. Anabelle left to get the prescription from the courier. She retrieved a glass of water and went backinto the family room. “I’d like to give this to him. He’s fading already.”
“I can tell.” Marshall stood. “I’ll let you rest. I’m going back to talk to the other two you were with and look around. Put up some police tape.”
“No, you can’t do the tape. You can’t close the collective. This has been bad for business already.”
“I’ll think about that.”
When he left, Anabelle sat down next to him. His face was lined with fatigue and pain “I still think you should go in for a CT. I’ll call Mom and Dad. They can watch the girls.”
“No. Just give me the medicine.”
She handed him a pill and the glass. After he took it, he laid back. “This doesn’t help our relationship.”
“I’m handling that. I told you I was invested.”