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Rawlins said, “Even though it runs in her family?”
“Criminal activity?”
“Her father. He has a record as long as your arm.”
Nate’s ears began to buzz. “I wouldn’t know that, because I know nothing of Brynn’s personal history. She and I are nothing more than colleagues. Not family, not really friends. Our patients occasionally overlap, requiring us to consult on their diagnoses and treatments. That’s the extent of our relationship.”
The two deputies exchanged a look. Even to Nate, that had sounded like cover-your-ass backpedaling.
Rawlins asked, “When’s the last time you saw her?”
Nate looked at his watch and only then realized how much time had passed since Brynn had gone down to the garage. “She returned from Howardville around four-thirty. She and I are due to begin testing the blood samples right away. That’s where I’m off to.”
“So…?” Wilson looked past him. “She here?”
“In the building, yes. But she was summoned down to the parking garage to deal with the return of her car.”
The officers exchanged another look, a convention he found annoying. “What?”
“Dr. O’Neal’s car is still hooked up to the tow truck, waiting for the body shop in Howardville to reopen after the holiday weekend. Monday, seven a.m.”
Blood rushed to Nate’s head. He would kill her. He would absolutely eviscerate her and hang her carcass out to dry.
“Then she lied to me,” he said. “She received a text and dashed out. All I know about it is that she arrived here at—”
“How?”
“How what?”
“How did she arrive?”
“An interested party had sent a car and driver to bring her back to Atlanta.”
“Did this driver drive a black Mercedes?”
“I don’t know.”
“License plate number—”
“I don’t know. I didn’t make the arrangements.”
“Who’s the interested party?”
“My patient. Whose life is hanging in the balance while you’re asking irrelevant questions about motor vehicles.”
“Did you see the driver?”
“He escorted Brynn to this door.”
“Big Hispanic guy? Little fellow with him?”
“That’s them. The pilot was also tagging along.” Nate didn’t conceal his low regard for Rye Mallett as he told them about the FAA-required signature. “To be frank, I think he made it up.”
“What for?”
“First off, to be ornery. And possibly because he was hounding Brynn. He and she had a tryst.”
“In a cabin,” Wilson said. “We know about it.”
