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“I’m just glad he stopped calling. That’s for certain.”
“What do you mean stopped calling?”
“Oh, I thought I told you. He called up until like four days ago at least twice a day. He’d ask if you were in and what you were doing. After the first time I told him you were out of the office,” Gina said then frowned. “Did I do the wrong thing?”
“No, you did exactly the right thing.” Fear trickled down her spine. “Anything else?”
“Not that I can think of. You know, the words aren’t what bothered me. The way he said them, as if he was in control of you, pissed me off. See? I think he’s the killer.”
Destiny glanced toward the door, debating telling Montana. “I guess the cops are going to find out.”
“Good. I’ll show Ms. Wainwright in when she gets here.”
“Thank you.” At least the patient was a pleasant grandma. When Gina left her office, she inhaled and wrote several additional notes on her pad. Who could he have been talking to? Maybe Montana was correct in that someone was working with Michael. She groaned and closed her eyes. She was no detective and a piss poor judge of characters as of late.
Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes. Gina’s face was ashen. “What’s wrong.”
“A delivery for you.”
“What is it?”
“I think you need to come see.”
Destiny rose from her chair as Montana burst into the room. “We are leaving, now.”
“What’s wrong?” She bypassed Gina and pushed past Montana. The vase was cut crystal and oversized. In them were at least two dozen roses. She cocked her head as she walked toward Gina’s desk, her mind reeling. The stems were riddled with thorns and the petals were curled and very dead. “Jesus.”
“Damn it. I leave for a second and look what happens,” Montana hissed.
Destiny studied the bouquet. The gift was a warning or perhaps a story.
“Is there a card?” Montana asked, flanking her side.
“There is,” Gina offered, her voice little more than a whisper.
“Who delivered them?” Montana took out his phone, taking several pictures.
“Just a delivery guy. He didn’t say anything. He just smiled, like this was a joke.” Gina moved toward the wall.
Destiny reached for the card.
“Hold on. There might be evidence. Do you have a tissue and a plastic bag?” Montana held out his arm.
“Yeah.” Flustered, Gina walked in a large arc around them to the other side of her desk. She grabbed a tissue from her desk, her hand shaking as she held out her arm. Her actions stilted, she walked into the small galley kitchen, grabbing a Ziploc bag from a drawer.
Destiny gave Montana a nod before taking the tissue, using it to peel the envelope from the holder. She carefully maneuvered out the card. “Once mine will always be. Until the end of time or live eternally.”
“What the hell?” Gina whispered.
“Gina, there’s a logo on the card. Find out who ordered these if you can.” Montana directed. He turned his attention to Destiny. “I need to get this to evidence to see if there is any DNA. Cancel the rest of your appointments.” He carefully placed the card and the envelope in the clear bag.
“Yes. I will. Now.” Gina picked up her phone and dialed. “Yes, we just received a delivery. I need to know who sent the flowers.”
“No. I have one due any minute and a new patient in an hour. Then I’m done. I’m not running. I told you that.” Unnerved, Destiny shook her head. The poem was different but indeed sounded like something Michael would say.
“Damn it. We can’t play games any longer.” Montana paced as he glared at her.
She gave him a waning smile. “I’m fine here with Gina. Do what you need to do and I’ll wait for you to get back. Promise.”
