Page 69 of Liberating Lily

“I’m so sorry. Dr. Wallace doesn’t take walk-ins. We’re not that sort of clinic.” She glanced away again as though she thought that would be the end of it.

Paddy walked over with a charming grin. “We’re here to ask him a few questions about a patient of his.”

A wary look filled her face. “Are you the police?”

Hmm. She seemed quite concerned, didn’t she? Was she worried about the cops because they were doing something illegal here? Did she know that her boss was up to something wrong?

“No, we’re not the police,” Harvey told her. “My name’s Harvey Gallagher. I’m actually a lawyer. I’m here on behalf of a client. She’s a patient of the doctor.”

“Oh, right. Why would a lawyer need to come here on behalf of a client?”

“Because she’s currently under my guardianship,” he lied. “And I need to find out more about her health in order to care for her properly. Now, I know I should have called first. However, I’m certain the doctor can make time for us considering Lily has been a patient of his for a while.”

“Um, I’m not so sure⁠—”

“Why don’t you get Dr. Wallace on the phone and tell him that we’re here to speak to him about a patient of his, Lily St. Clary.”

If anything, she grew more alarmed. She definitely knew something. This whole place felt off.

And Harvey was going to get to the bottom of it.

She quickly picked up the phone and started speaking in hushed, urgent tones. Harvey glanced over at Paddy, who had moved partially behind the desk, probably so he could see the computer screen.

Paddy winked at him, then widened his eyes.

He was glad his brother was here, even if he was a pain in the ass most of the time.

“Dr. Wallace will be out soon,” she said, glancing over at him, and then she frowned. “Where is your associate?”

“I’m here,” Paddy said, stepping forward.

She jumped in surprise. She obviously hadn’t noticed him glancing over her shoulder.

“What were you doing there?” she asked.

“Looking for the toilet,” he replied glibly.

“Oh. Right. Well, it’s over there, not behind the desk.”

“Nice. I don’t have to go anymore.”

“What?”

“I’ve got a wonky bladder. Sometimes I need to go, sometimes I don’t. I never know what it’s going to do next.”

“That doesn’t sound very nice,” she said.

“It’s really not. Do you think the doctor can fix me?”

“Fix what?”

An older man stepped through the door and into the reception room. He looked relaxed, not at all worried about why they were here.

He had a full head of gray hair and a light tan. He looked trim and fit—like a man who didn’t have a worry in the world.

Well, that was all going to change if he was the one drugging Lily. Because his life was about to become absolute hell if he’d hurt Harvey’s girl in any way.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Doctor Wallace.” He held out his hand to Paddy first, who was closer. His younger brother shook Wallace’s hand firmly. Harvey could tell from the way the doctor winced that Paddy wasn’t holding back.