Finding a Killer by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-04-24T05:00:00+00:00

6

Betty, having recovered from her fainting spell, crept into Dr. Cappes’s office behind Mary. The poor woman was terrified of what might be waiting—or hiding—in the office. “Oh, this is so scary,” she whispered in a shaky voice, her eyes tightly shut.

Mary squeezed Betty’s hand as her eyes studied the office. “No body,” she said in a worried voice.

“No body?” Betty repeated. She eased her eyes open and looked at Dr. Cappes’s desk. “You’re right…no body.”

Sheriff Whitfield lowered the gun in his right hand, put it away, and looked around the office. “We have a missing body and a killer on a long leash,” he said in a steady voice. “The question we have to ask is—”

“Why the killer took the body,” Mary finished for Sheriff Whitfield.

Sheriff Whitfield nodded his head. “Yep.”

Mary let go of Betty’s hand and walked over to Dr. Cappes’s desk. “Ralph O’Malley is in cahoots with either Nurse Greta or Mrs. Dalton,” she told Sheriff Whitfield.

“Which one would be your guess?” Sheriff Whitfield asked, tossing his eyes down onto the floor. He searched for any signs of a blood trail but came up empty.

Mary walked around to the desk and examined the desk chair. “I’m not sure yet,” she confessed. “The way Nurse Greta seems to be protecting who Ralph O’Malley is—”

“It throws guilt in her corner,” Sheriff Whitfield said.

Mary nodded. “But,” she added, “Nurse Greta has released information on the man, which seems out of character for a woman of her…character.” Mary slowly let her eyes walk across the top of the desk and then rotated them back to the desk chair. “Mrs. Dalton is eighty years old. Ralph O’Malley is forty-four. Mrs. Dalton would have been thirty-six or thirty-seven when Ralph O’Malley was born.”

“Which means Mrs. Dalton could be Ralph O’Malley’s mother,” Sheriff Whitfield finished.

“Right.” Mary looked down at the floor and began thinking about the three of hearts playing card Nurse Greta had found. “Whoever killed Dr. Cappes wanted Nurse Greta to believe Uncle Albert was the killer…I’m sure of that. So if Ralph O’Malley is the killer, that would mean he wanted to throw Nurse Greta off his path.”

“Good point,” Sheriff Whitfield complimented Mary. He walked behind the desk and began going through the desk drawers with calm hands. “Let’s say, for now, we assume Ralph O’Malley is Mrs. Dalton’s son and that she’s the woman controlling the bear. If we’re wrong, we can always backtrack and push Nurse Greta in a corner and make her talk.”

Mary agreed and looked at Betty. “Honey, are you okay?”

Betty shook her head. “This is a confusing nightmare,” she answered in an honest voice. “Poor Uncle Albert is trapped in the middle of this ugly nightmare, too. I wish we could take Uncle Albert and leave this hospital.”

“The killer might follow you,” Sheriff Whitfield pointed out. “Right now, the killer is in the same box as we are. If you leave, he may escape.” Sheriff Whitfield closed the top right desk drawer and wandered over to the wooden filing cabinet, pulling the top drawer open.

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