I glanced at Jeff because the tension seemed like a balloon around us ready to burst and I wondered if he felt it, too. But he was as calm as a plate of oysters, probably loving every minute of watching someone else interrogate a man whose emotions were all over the map.
"What kind of consultant? Suit-and-tie kind with one of those big firms?" Cooper asked.
"I'm freelance. I work from home."
Cooper smiled again, cocked his head. "Doing what?"
Dugan stood. "That's enough. I want to see my wife right now."
Cooper and Jeff slowly rose in unison, like they'd been a team for years. I stayed in my chair, amazed at how intimidating Cooper could be without ever raising his voice.
"I'm sure you do want to see her. Sorry about the delay, but this is a very active investigation. Attempted murder gets a police officer's attention. Let me see whether her nurse thinks this is a good time for a visit." Cooper took his time walking over to the double doors.
"You must have been surprised to get a call about your wife after all this time," Jeff said. He'd finished his coffee in no time and didn't bother offering Dugan a stick when he pulled the Big Red pack from his jeans pocket.
"I was more upset than anything. She's hurt and she needs me. I wish I could have been here the minute they brought her in." Dugan had regrouped. He was about to get his way and that apparently made a huge difference in his demeanor.
"Oh, I'm sure you do wish you could have been around." Jeff's tiny dose of sarcasm was lost on Dugan but not on me.
I've learned from Jeff that relatives are usually the first suspects in a murder or assault and I was guessing he and Cooper quickly pegged Dugan for the not-sonice guy Roberta had described.
Cooper gestured for Kent Dugan to come to the ICU doors and he strode quickly in that direction.
Jeff and I stayed back. As soon as the door closed behind them, Jeff pulled out his phone. I looked at him, puzzled, but he just chewed his gum.
He speed-dialed, waited a second, then said, "This is Sergeant Jeff Kline from Homicide Division. Can you run a name for priors?" A short silence, then Jeff said, "Thanks. See if we have a sheet on a Kent Dugan." He spelled the last name. "I'll wait."
"You think he's been arrested?" I said.
"Hang on, Abby. This won't take long." And he was right—a moment later he said, "Appreciate it." Jeff snapped his phone closed. "Hot checks, petty theft and a fraud charge Dugan pleaded out. Guy's done no time, though. Probably talked his way out of everything."
"How'd you know to make that call?" I sipped my coffee, but it had gone nearly cold in the frigid waiting room. I set it on the table.
Jeff fixed a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Honest people don't get vague with the police about simple stuff like family history. They usually talk too much. Believe me, I've learned some dirt during interviews that I didn't need or want to know. Dugan was evasive about his wife and himself. To me, that says he knows a lot more than he's saying. Something's definitely hinky."
I nodded in agreement.
"Your friend Cooper made him right off the bat," Jeff said.
I said, "But at times, Dugan seemed genuinely concerned about JoLynn or Elizabeth or whatever her real name is."
"Concerned, yes, but maybe not for her welfare. Continuing to dig around for that girl's story is a good idea." He drew me to him and whispered, "Now, here's my good idea. Why don't you and I—"
Cooper had sneaked up on us and now cleared his throat. Jeff and I stepped away from each other.
"What happened in there?" I asked.
"He picked up her hand, seemed shaken by her appearance. Could have been an act. The staff has questions for him—name, address, phone number, and of course they told him he's got a date with the billing department. He'll be out in a second."
I said, "You look puzzled. What are you thinking?"
"There's something else going on here," Cooper said.
"That's what I thought." Jeff told him about Dugan's rap sheet.
"Thanks for running the background. He's a damn paper hanger?"
I must have looked confused because Jeff said, "That's what we call the hot-check writers."
"And petty theft? Fraud? Those are little-girl crimes, all of them," Cooper said with disgust.
Just then, Kent Dugan and a woman in scrubs emerged from the neuro ICU and the two of them came over to us.
"Shelly Young," the woman said. "I'm Miss Richter's private-duty nurse tonight. Mr. Dugan is unable to help me concerning his wife's medical history and says there's no other family to give us what we need. Do any of you have information about her previous heart surgery? Or know someone who does? The physician can't disturb her medical coma to figure out what kind of repair she had, but she might require medication, even though her EKG shows a strong, healthy heart."
"I told you she wasn't taking any medicine and like you said, her heart is fine." Dugan seemed downright hostile now.
Heart surgery? Whoa. I thought about Elliott Richter, wondered if he knew. I opened my mouth, deciding JoLynn's welfare was more important than keeping secrets about Richter from Dugan, but before I could speak, true to her word, Roberta arrived as quietly as a snowflake falling on a feather.
"I can tell you about her heart surgery," she said.
Everyone focused on the newcomer. "I'm a vet and I recognized the anomaly when she told me."
Dugan stepped back, trying to hide his surprise. He was all pleasant when he said, "Roberta. Hi. This is awful, isn't it?"
She gave him the stink eye and addressed the nurse. "I may not be a medical doctor, but I know plenty about heart problems, since dogs suffer from similar health issues. Considering what Elizabeth knew about her condition, I'm guessing she underwent an aortic repair."
Shelly Young smiled. "Thank you so much. You don't happen to know when she had the surgery?"
"Sorry, no," Roberta said.
"She may have been quite young by the size and condition of her scar," the nurse replied. "I'll add this information to her history for her cardiology consult—the one her neurologist has already ordered." Shelly Young turned and left.
Roberta's gaze returned to Kent Dugan. "Are you trying to make these people believe you didn't know about Elizabeth's surgery? That you never bothered to ask how she got that scar down the middle of her chest?"
I was sure she wanted to add "you asshole" to the end of her sentence, but she kept her cool.
"It's Dr. Messing, right?" Cooper said. "I'm Chief Boyd from Pineview PD and I'm investigating this accident."
"Accident? Abby said someone tried to kill her." Ro
berta was staring straight at Dugan. She stepped toward him, no doubt because she considered him a lying sack of dirt.
Jeff ran interference again by blocking her path this time. He said, "I know she's your friend, but this is a hospital waiting room. Let's keep it low-key. I'm Jeff Kline, by the way. HPD."
Roberta said, "HPD? You guys are a little late to the party. I told you people last year this . . . this man, if that's what you want to call him, was capable of harming her."
"That doesn't mean he did," Jeff said. "Why don't we ask if you can see your friend, okay?"
Roberta took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Sorry. This isn't your fault. And thank you. I do want to see her."
Jeff took her elbow and they walked toward the ICU doors.
"Don't you have business downstairs in billing, Mr. Dugan?" Cooper said.
"Not exactly. For one thing, they only want my information for notification purposes. Apparently someone else is picking up the tab. But that doesn't matter because Elizabeth and I never made our relationship legal." He smiled at Cooper and said, "Think I'll be going now. It's getting late and I'll need to be here to see her early tomorrow. The nurse said her favorite music might help. People can sometimes still hear when they're in a coma."