Death in Daytime by Eileen Davidson

Author:Eileen Davidson [Davidson, Eileen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Actresses, Television Actors and Actresses, Screenwriters, Soap Operas, Peterson; Alexis (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780451225641
Google: rFsqxnPXsDkC
Amazon: 0451225643
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2007-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

“I buzzed,” I said, weakly. “You didn’t come right away… .”

“I just stepped away from the desk for a minute,” she explained.

“I—I thought someone was … was coming after me… .”

“But you had a policeman stationed at your door,” she said. “Didn’t they tell you?”

“No,” I said, feeling stronger—and madder—”they didn’t.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry,” the cop said. He had his hat off, revealing a head of steel wool-looking gray hair. I wondered how close to retirement he was. “I—I was just opening the door to check on you.”

“No, I’m sorry,” I said. “I almost clobbered you with a—a bedpan.”

“I don’t think you’re strong enough to hurt me, even with that pan,” he said. “I caught you when you fainted and put you back in bed.”

I could feel my face flush bright red. Just how open had my gown been in the back?

“Honest, ma’am,” he said, reading my look correctly, “I didn’t see … or touch … a thing.”

“It’s all right,” I told him. “I just feel … so silly.”

“Well, to tell you the truth, Ms. Peterson,” he said, smiling suddenly, “you looked kinda silly holdin’ that bedpan over your head.”

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a wan smile, “I suppose I did.”

“Do you want something to help you sleep, honey?” the nurse asked.

“No,” I said, “I’ll be all right.” I looked at the cop. His name tag said WILSON. “Officer Wilson, will you be outside my door all night?”

“Until I’m relieved in the morning, Ms. Peterson,” he said, “or until you leave the hospital.”

“Did the detectives say they’d be back in the morning?”

“I believe they did.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you both. I’ll be fine now.”

Just go, I wanted to say, but I didn’t and they went anyway, turning out the light on the way out. Paul was coming back in the morning, and so were the detectives. I wondered if I could get myself signed out before any of them arrived.

Chapter 29

When I awoke the next morning my headache was gone, but my throat still felt a little raw. There also seemed to be a burning sensation in my nostrils. I realized that I had not spoken to a doctor at all. The clock on the table next to my bed told me it was eight thirty a.m. I had a choice. I could get up, get dressed—assuming my clothes were somewhere in that room—and get out of there before any of the men showed up to pester me, or I could buzz for the nurse and ask to see the doctor. Did I want to know how close I actually came to dying? And how long my nose and throat would feel this way?

And who the hell tried to kill me?

I sat up straight. Why hadn’t I been wondering that all night? Somebody had conked me on the head, stuck me in my car and tried to gas me. (I know, it wasn’t gas; it was carbon monoxide.)

The realization that someone tried to kill me was followed closely by another. I had scared someone into action.

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