Opening the bedroom door, William’s mind was awhirl with all the things he needed to do and what might be waiting for him when he arrived at work. He walked over to the bed and gazed down at Josie.
He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t have a choice. “I’ll be back,” he whispered, but it was a statement of hoe rather than a promise. He had no idea what awaited him at Keystone. Turning, he quickly grabbed everything he needed and headed out of the room. At the soft click of the door, Josie opened her eyes.
Chapter 10
An hour later, in record time, William arrived at Keystone. Despite his preparation in the car, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of police cars and newsstands monopolizing the employee parking deck. He rubbernecked to see what was going on as he scanned his parking card. When the Mechanical arm lifted, he rolled inside.
The moment he saw the yellow crime tape surrounding a black BMW, a wave of nausea hit him. “Meredith,” he whispered, recognizing the car.
A horn blared, and William slammed on his brakes just in time to avoid ramming a silver Mercedes that had suddenly backed up in front of him. While his heart pounded against his chest, he saw heads from the crime scenes swivel in his direction.
“So much for keeping a low profile,” he chastised himself under his breath.
When the silver Mercedes pulled out of its parking space, William recognized the flaming mane of Dr. Ambrose Turner and gave him a quick wave of apology.
As a matter of convenience William with his Navigator into a vacant spot. “Keep it together. Keep it together,” he coached. Everything wrote of his being cool. No one should suspect him and Michelle Andrews disappearance. After all, she wasn’t even his patient. Climbing out of the car, he grabs his things and headed toward the building. “Sir!” Someone shouted. We and kept moving. “Hey, you!” The voice thundered again.
If finally dawn on William that the person was talking to him. He turned around and when he caught the wave of an approaching police officer, his stomach dropped somewhere between his knees. “You must be a mute or own world,” the baby-faced cop commented, flashing him a quick smile. “Can I help you?” Williams said. The cops found stabbed back in a line of cars. “Your lights. You left the lights on.”
“My lights?” A second pass before the man’s words sank in, and for waiting to react. He faced his car again just as the headlines automatically shut off. “Oh, look at that,” the cop said. “I guess you didn’t deny help after all.” Williams only manage a benign smile. “Guess not.” The cop shrugged and turned away.
Relieved, William continued toward the building, all the while his nerves rattling. He had made it inside yet, and he was already a wreck.
During his short trek to the building his mind wandered to what could’ve happened to Meredith Bancroft. The doctor’s kind a surface from his memory, and the nausea returned. He had known her long, as he’d only been working at the institute six weeks. However, he’d been impressed not only by the positions intelligence, but also bought her sharp wit and easy disposition.
Strolling through the doors of the Institute, William dragged himself out of his melancholy thoughts just as Dr. Rae Coleman nearly bumped into him.
“Oh, good morning,” she said, gushing up at him. “Just got off the graveyard shift. I haven’t seen you around. What happened to your head?” He relied on his previous explanation. “Just me being clumsy.” “You should be careful. Can you believe what’s going on around here?” “Actually, I don’t know much about it,” he said. “But that he is married his car taped off, isn’t it?”
“I’m afraid so.” Ray abruptly changed her course toward the exit to backtrack and follow way into the hallways. “Dr. Bancroft was found dead in the talk of her car.”
He stopped. Here in the words allow brought the tragedy home.
“I know,” she said. “Were all upset about the news. But you should have seen poor Brian Bancroft. He said that he knew something was wrong when married and had made it home early Saturday morning. It said he just knew in his gut that something bad had happened.”
William imagined the man’s heartbreak. “My prayers go out to him.” He resumed walking with a heavy heart. “Where is Mr. Bancroft now?” “Grady Hospital.” He frowned at Rae as he pressed the up button for the elevator. “Heart attack,” she added. “This is just horrible all around.” Stunned, William blinked. “Is he going to be okay?” “We don’t know yet,” she said remorsefully. “Marcus is supposed to keep us posted.” A bell chimed, and the elevator door slid open. William stepped inside, hoping for a clean escape, but Rae followed him. “And guess what else,” Rae continued. “There’s more?” He swallowed while his stomach twisted in knots. “Yeah. We’re missing a patient: Michelle Andrews.” “What?” He asked for dramatic incredulity. Hopefully, he was overdoing it.
“Hospital break, kidnapped, or just plain wandered off. We don’t know yet. I just know that the patient’s sister has been here and made holy hell with Marcus.”
“Sister?”
Rae rolled her eyes. “Oh. Consider yourself lucky you’ve never had to deal with that one. First time she came by to visit, and Andrews attacked her. I swear was like an old episode of Dynasty. Andrews gave her a black eye and everything. After that, we had to keep Andrews heavily sedated; for her safety as well as the staff’s.”
“Sister?” he asked again, feeling a prick of unease.
“Yeah, and a real piece of work, too. Id your ever see her around, stay clear. But I have a feeling she’s going to be around a lot. Marcus is afraid that she’s going to file a lawsuit against the institution.”
William struggled to keep up with the conversation. “That shouldn’t be a problem,” he said worth a weak smile. “I wouldn’t know who she was anyway.” “It’s kind of hard not to.” Rae laughed. “Why is that?” She shrugged. “Because she’s a dead ringer for Michelle Andrews. Twins.”
He could feel his panic morph into a full-blown anxiety attack. Instead of climbing to the twelfth floor, William felt as if the elevator was plummeting to the ground. Luckily, his feelings didn’t come across in his expression because Rae ranted on.
“Frankly, I think someone took her. The last time I checked on Andrews, she was too sedated to go anywhere, let alone muster the strength to steal a badge and escape on her own.” William swallowed. “About this twin sister...” “What about her?” The elevator stopped. “You wouldn’t happen to know her name, would you?” “Sure.” She shrugged as the door opened. “Josephine Ferrell.”
Chapter 11
Numb, William stepped out of the elevator while Rae dogged his heels. Another vision of prison bars flashed in his mind, this time with the added image of him dressed in bright orange suit. “Kind of wild, isn’t it?” Rae asked. “Yeah, it’s a lot to take in,” he said, making his way to his office. “Marcus will keep us abreast of any funeral arrangements. Of course, with Brian in the hospital…”
“Dr. Coleman, I really have to start my rounds. Maybe we can play catch-up later,” he said, exchanging his coat for a white lab jacket. He rushed to his desk and retrieved his digital recorder for dictation.
“Of course we can. I guess I got carried away since I hardly ever see you around. Different shifts and all.”