Michael studied Devlin, taking in the man's massive forearms and their lattice of tattoos. One of Devlin's front teeth was gone, giving him the look of the barroom brawler he occasionally was.
"Maybe," Michael said. He was beginning to form a plan.
Devlin had dropped by Mosconi's office that afternoon bdcause he was between jobs. He'd just brought back a killer who'd jumped bail and fled to
Canada. Devlin was one of the bounty hunters that Michael used when the need arose.
Michael felt that Devlin was just the man to send to remind Jeffrey about his obligation. Michael thought that Devlin would be far more persuasive than he could be.
Leaning back in his desk chair, Michael explained the situation. Devlin tossed the Penthouse aside and stood up. He was six-foot-five and weighed two hundred and sixty-eight pounds. His rotund belly spilled over the large silver buckle of his belt. But underneath the layer of fat was a lot of muscle.
:'Sure, I can talk to him," Devlin said.
'Be nice," Michael said. "Just be persuasive. Remember, he's a doctor. I just don't want him to forget about me."
"I'm always nice," Devlin said. "Considerate, well-groomed, well-mannered.
That's my charm."
Devlin left the office, glad to have something to do. He hated just sitting around. The only problem was that he wished the task was a bit more lucrative. But he looked forward to the ride out to Marblehead. Maybe he'd hit that Italian restaurant up there and then go and have a few beers at his favorite harbor bar.
Kelly's house was a charming two-story colonial with mullioned windows. It was painted white with black shutters. The two chimneys on either end were surfaced with old brick. A two-car
garage was to the right of the house, a screened porch off the left.
Jeffrey stopped in the street across from the house and pulled up to the curb. He studied the house through the car window, hoping to nerve up enough to cross the street and ring the bell. He was surprised to see so many trees so close to downtown Boston. The house was nestled in a cozy stand of maples, oaks, and birches.
As he sat there, Jeffrey tried to think of what he would say. Never before had he gone to someone's house looking for "sympathy and understanding."
And there was always the concern of rejection despite her warmth on the phone. If he didn't know she was waiting for him, he wouldn't have been able to go through with it.
Marshaling his courage, he put the car in gear and turned into Kelly's driveway. He went up to the front door, briefcase in hand. He felt ridiculous holding it-as a doctor, he wasn't even used to carrying one-but he was afraid to leave so much cash in the car.
Kelly opened the door before he had a chance to ring the bell. She was dressed in black tights with a pink leotard and pink headband and warm-up leggings. "I go to an aerobics class most afternoons," she explained, blushing slightly. Then she gave Jeffrey a big hug. Tears almost came to his eyes when he realized he couldn't remember the last time someone had hugged him. It took him a moment to catch his balance and hug her back.
Still holding his arms, she leaned back so she could look up into his eyes.
Jeffrey was a good six inches taller than she was. "I'm so glad you came over," she said. She held his gaze for a beat, then added: "Come in, come in!" She took him by the hand and led him inside, giving the door a kick closed with her stockinged foot.
Jeffrey found himself in a wide foyer with archways into a dining room on the right and a living room on the left. There was a small table supporting a silver tea service. At the end of the foyer, toward the back of the house, an elegant staircase curved up to the second floor.
"How about some tea?" Kelly offered.
"I don't want to be a bother," Jeffrey said.
Kelly clucked her tongue. "What do you mean, bother?" She led him, still holding his hand, through the dining room and into the kitchen. Extending off the back of the house and open to the kitchen was a comfortable family room. It seemed to, be part
of an addition. There was a garden outside the broad bow window. The garden appeared as if it could use a little attention. Inside, the house was spotless.
Kelly sat Jeffrey on a gingham couch. Jeffrey put down his briefcase. -
"What's with the briefcase?" Kelly asked as she went over to put some water on to boil. "I thought doctors carried little black bags when they made house calls. It makes you look more like an insurance salesman." She laughed a crystalline laugh as she went to the refrigerator and pulled a cheesecake from the freezer.
"If I showed you what was in this briefcase you wouldn't believe it,"
Jeffrey said.
"What makes you say that?"
Jeffrey didn't answer, but she graciously let it pass. She pulled a knife from a rack above the sink and cut two pieces of cheesecake.
"I'm glad you decided to come over," she said, licking the knife. "I only bring out the cheesecake when I have company." She put a large tea bag in the teapot and got out cups.
The kettle began to whistle fiercely. Kelly pulled it off the range and poured the boiling water into the teapot. She put everything on a tray and carried it to a coffee table in front of the family room couch.
"There!" she said, setting it down. "Did I forget anything?" Kelly surveyed the tray. "Napkins!" she cried, and returned to the kitchen area. When she returned, she sat down. She smiled at Jeffrey. "Really," she said, pouring the tea. "I'm glad you came over, and not just because of the cheesecake."
Jeffrey realized he'd not eaten since the shredded wheat that morning. The cheesecake was a delight.
"Was there something in particular that you wanted to talk about?" Kelly asked, setting her teacup down.
Jeffrey admired her frankness. It made it easier for him.
"For starters, I guess I want to apologize for not having been much of a friend to Chris," Jeffrey said. "After what I've been through in the past few months, I have an appreciation of what Chris went through. At the time,
I had no idea."
"I guess no one did," Kelly said sadly. "Even I didn't."
"I don't mean to dredge up painful memories for you," Jeffrey said when he saw the change in Kelly's expression.
"Don't worry. I've finally come to terms with it," she said.
"But that's all the more reason I should have called you. How are you holding up?"
Jeffrey hadn't expected the conversation to shift to his troubles so quickly. How was he holding up? In the last twenty-four hours he'd attempted suicide and, failing that, had tried to leave the country. "It's been difficult," was all he managed.
Kelly reached over and squeezed his hand. "I don't think people have any idea of the toll malpractice takes and I'm not talking about money."
"You know better than most," Jeffrey said. "You and Chris paid the highest price."
"Is it true you are going to prison?" Kelly asked.
Jeffrey sighed. "It looks that way."
"That's absurd!" Kelly said with a vehemence that surprised Jeffrey.
"We're filing an appeal," he said, "but I don't have much faith in the process. Not anymore."
"How did you become the scapegoat?" Kelly asked. "What happened to the other doctors and the hospital? Weren't they sued?"
"They were all dropped from the case," Jeffrey explained. "I had a brief problem with morphine a few years back. Standard story: it was prescribed for a back injury I suffered in a bike accident. During the trial, they suggested that I'd mainlined some morphine shortly before I came on the case. Then someone found an empty via] of.75% Marcaine in the disposal of the anesthesia machine I was using-.75% Marcaine is contraindicated for obstetric anesthesia. No one found the.5% vial."
"But you didn't use.75%, did you?" Kelly asked.
"I always check the label of any medication," Jeffrey said. "But it's that type of reflex behavior that's hard to specifically remember. I can't believe I used.75%. But what can I say? They found what they found."