Number One. She was worried about Malcolm. The boy had special qualities that she had only begun to discover. In time she would have found out who he was and what he was, and helped him to live with it. That time had been stolen from her.
It hurt to know that she had been gaining the boy's trust.
It was she he had first spoken to. She for whom he had called when he was hurting. What must he think of his new friend now?
Number Two. She was mad as hell at Gavin Ramsay. He brushed off her suggestions and her requests like the Heatings of some hysterical woman. Well, maybe that was overstating the case. Nevertheless, he was a whole lot more interested in catching his Werewolf Killer, as the media were now calling it, than he was in locating a missing boy. But wait, she cautioned herself, isn't Gavin doing his job the very best way he can? Was she being unfair? Maybe so, but what the hell, life was unfair. If he was going to treat her like some addled, helpless female, then to hell with him.
By the time she pulled into Ventura and parked on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean and the Holiday Inn, she was under control and feeling better. She had a plan.
The foremost supplier of medical equipment in the area, Landrud & Co., was located in Ventura. If Wayne Pastory had ordered anything medical for this phantom clinic of his, it would have been from Landrud.
Holly restarted the engine and drove until she found a Texaco station with public telephones. She riffled through the Yellow Pages and located the number for Landrud & Co. She dropped a coin into the slot, punched out the number and asked the switchboard operator to connect her with the Sales Department.
"Hello," she said, making her voice brusque and businesslike when she was put through. "This is Dr Hollanda Lang of La Reina County Hospital. I wonder if I might see someone there about an order for new laboratory equipment."
"Of course, Dr Lang," came the answer. "We'll be glad to talk to you. Would you like to come in this afternoon, or any time tomorrow, at your convenience?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm rather pressed for time, and if possible I'd like to make it sooner. I'm only about ten minutes away from your building right now."
She could almost hear the salesman calculating the probable commission on the other end. "Well, yes, I'm sure that would be possible. I can reschedule one of my own appointments and see you right away."
"Thank you, I appreciate that. Your name is?"
"Schaeffer. Olan Schaeffer. I'll leave word with the receptionist to expect you."
"Very good. I'll see you in a few minutes, then, Mr Schaeffer."
Holly replaced the receiver and drew a deep breath. She had managed a couple of white lies there without even flinching. And Gavin Ramsay thought she would get in the way of his police work. Hah!
Damn, why did she keep thinking about the loose-jointed sheriff with those hard blue eyes that could soften like anything sometimes? So what if he was one hell of a kisser? Nuts to him.
Landrud & Co. was in a low, unimaginative cinderblock building with lots of glass around the entrance and some fake-looking greenery in front to soften the antiseptic effect. Holly parked brazenly in a slot marked Customer, and entered the chrome-modern reception area.
She handed her business card to a lacquered receptionist and said, "I believe Mr Schaeffer is expecting me."
"Oh, yes, Dr Lang. He asked me to tell him at once when you got here." The receptionist smiled with several thousand dollars worth of porcelain and touched a button on her telephone panel. Maintaining the smile for Holly she said into the mouthpiece, "Dr Lang is here, Mr Schaeffer." A moment's pause. "He'll be right out, Doctor."
Olan Schaeffer was a short, ruddy-faced man with thinning hair and cigar breath which he disguised inadequately with Tic-Tacs. His suit was a muted sharkskin as befitted the serious nature of the product he sold, but he allowed himself a touch of playfulness in the orange and blue figured tie.
"Well, Dr Lang," he said after seating her in his compact office, "I believe you said you were interested in laboratory equipment. I have our catalogue here, and several brochures you might want to glance through."
"Actually, that won't be necessary," Holly said, wishing she had better prepared her story. "I'd like to talk to you about equipment ordered by a colleague of mine, Dr Wayne Pastory."
Schaeffer's smile slipped a notch as though he felt his commission shrinking. "Uh, was that order placed for La Reina County?"
"No. Dr Pastory is associated with us, but the equipment I'm interested in was ordered for his own private clinic"
"I see," Schaeffer said, not seeing at all. "May I ask specifically what it is you want to know?"
"We've had excellent reports at La Reina County," Holly improvised, "about the quality of Dr Pastory's equipment. And the price offered by you people, of course."
They exchanged little insider smiles.
"Our board of directors is interested in making a similar purchase for a new wing we have under construction."
"Ah, yes, I see. Excellent." The commission light returned to the salesman's eyes. "Well, we'll just punch it up on the old computer here, and see what we shall see."
He swivelled his chair around and lifted the dust cover from a computer terminal as though unveiling a prized objet d'art. "Everything's done on the computer nowadays. Sometimes I kind of miss poking through the old filing cabinets, but I guess that's progress."
Holly forced herself to sit quietly and smile while Schaeffer flipped on the terminal and waited for the screen to come to life. She crossed her legs to give the man something to look at other than her smile, which was becoming strained.
The computer beeped politely and prompted him in pale green characters to get on with it.
"Would you spell the doctor's name for me?" he asked.
Holly wrote it out for him on a desk pad. Stiff-fingered he punched the proper command keys, then spelled out WAYNE PASTORY, MD. The computer beeped and buzzed and Holly began rehearsing her exit in case no information came up on Pastory. She needn't have worried, for after a final buzz and beep the screen was filled with pale green readout that listed dates, medical apparatus, prices, and other coded information.
"Dr Pastory has been quite a good customer," Schaeffer said. "Especially in the last month."
"Ah, yes, that's what I understand," Holly said, leaning forward trying to decipher the computer language on the screen.
"Can you tell me specifically what pieces of equipment you're interested in? Or I could run a printout of the whole file, if that would help."
"Yes, yes, I'm sure it would, but I want to be certain this is not material the doctor ordered for La Reina. It's his own clinic that I'm interested in."
"Of course. The computer knows all, tells all." Schaeffer tapped several additional keys. "No, all this was shipped to his clinic up near Bear Paw. Is that the place?"
Holly almost laughed with relief. "Yes, Bear Paw. A funny name that I can never remember. That's the place."
"Not much of a town, from what I hear," said the helpful Schaeffer. "A few skiers in the winter is about it. Anyway, they've got a post office and your Dr Pastory's clinic."
Holly stood up. "Thank you so much, Mr Schaeffer. I can't tell you how helpful you've been."
The salesman scrambled to his feet. "But the equipment? Didn't you want to go over the list?"
"Why don't you run off that printout and send it to me in care of La Reina County Hospital? I look forward to doing business with you."
Holly made her second hasty exit of the morning, leaving a befuddled Olan Schaeffer wondering whether his commission had just sailed out the door.
Chapter Fourteen