Christina looked phone confused. Meanwhile son cat on couch tussled same bear. Both wanted possess it.
Whiskers with claws teeth winning over milder Max. «Mom, tell him!» son yelled from couch. «Max, stop tugging toy!» she shouted.
«Might be someone else’s.» «We kept it!» child retorted. «Can I stay at Ethan’s overnight? Invited weekend.»
«Yes.» «Tired,» she said. «Can drop you.»
«And bear with me,» son declared. «Packing then.» «Call Aunt Nancy meanwhile.»
Christina obediently took phone. Classmate best friend mom confirmed invite. Moreover, ready drop both boys school Monday morning.
Christina smiled. Small break after husband scandal needed. Soon Max ran excitedly best friend’s house.
Christina, handing to caring Nancy, went hospital. Poisoning victim moved regular room. Victor Freeman sat in robe over hospital pajamas glasses, examining laptop.
«Good evening,» Christina smiled. «Oh, my savior,» patient smiled. «Give me your phone number already?» Christina dictated.
Wondered when last attractive man asked her number. They chatted bit, laughed businessman shared name Christina’s cat, then he got call. Christina hurried leave.
Next day she started another shift. Sanders grumbled habitually, Dan sat phone usual. At least something stable her life.
Christina smiled, but soon no distracted thoughts. Calls one after another, last near dawn some strangely familiar address. Approaching, Christina realized.
Building where mother-in-law’s salon located. «What there, Christina Smith?» Dan yawned. «Early, right? Wonder police called?» «We’ll see.»
«Call from victim himself,» Sanders replied. «Won’t let finish shift peacefully.» Christina got out car saw at office entrance «Private Detective» sign, man leaning porch.
Didn’t look drunk. «Dennis, stay, I’ll go alone.» «Look, you’re nodding off,» she said.
«Anyway, what do there? Know these offices, cubicles.» «Easier for me,» he replied. «Be quick, okay? End shift, want home.»
«Don’t command…» Christina snapped. «We’ll see if long.» She closed door hurried victim.
Man raised eyes her. Face distorted grimace. He climbed steps temple «In».
«Police been?» Christina asked. «What injury?» «Knife.» «Didn’t call.»
«Former cop myself.» «Know how ends,» man grumbled. «Just stitch wound, that’s it.»
«Heals on me like dog.» «Interesting idea,» Christina indignant, entering cramped office. «Where injury?» «Thigh,» man replied.
«Don’t think.» «Really private eye, not bandit.» «License, ID.»
«Office too.» «Yes, interesting.» «But need see wound,» Christina nodded, staring folder labeled «Davis VD».
Man awkwardly pulled pants. She saw he bandaged already. Christina carefully removed tourniquet…
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