The Edge of Murder (A Hank Reed Mystery, Book 3) by Fred Lichtenberg

Author:Fred Lichtenberg [Lichtenberg, Fred]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2021-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

My phone trilled from my pants pocket, jolting me from a nap, my eyes opening to the sun. I shielded my face and grabbed the phone.

“Hello.” My mouth was dry and my face felt hot, which I was sure I would pay for later.

“Hank, it’s Amanda. You sound out of it. Where are you?” Her voice raced on—.

“Whoa, slow down. You’re not making sense. What’s going on?”

“It’s about Elizabeth. She called rambling about Nick and Terry and about something bad happened. I couldn’t understand most of what she was saying. She begged me to call you, said you would know what to do.”

I stood and looked around, my head fuzzy from the nap. “How would I know what to do if I don’t know where she is? Did she say where she is?”

“She wouldn’t say.”

I clenched my fist. “Then how the hell am I supposed to help?”

“Call her. Maybe you can make sense of what’s going on.”

“Damn it, if she had stayed put, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I just didn’t know who else to call.”

“Okay, stay where you are.” I hung up and punched in Elizabeth’s number.

Straight to voice mail.

“Call me ASAP,” I demanded, then hung up.

I called Amanda back. “She’s not answering. What was the gist of the conversation?” I tried keeping my tone even as my frustration mounted.

“She said something about visiting Nick. I thought you guys already saw him today.”

“We did. So, why would she return without me? We agreed on visiting Nick tomorrow. What the hell is she up to?”

“You can never tell with her. She’s irrational at times.”

“Obviously.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to clear my head, then grabbed the towel and blanket and started for the car. “How the hell can I help if I have no idea where she is?” I stopped. “Wait a second, you said Nick and Terry.”

“Right.”

“Nick’s supposed to be in the hospital—”

“Oh, no. You think Elizabeth went to get him out? Why would she do that? Isn’t he sick?” Her voice shot up a few octaves.

“Who knows with Elizabeth? I’ll call when I get some news.”

“Okay, please hurry.”

I hung up. My mind raced, trying to decide what to do next. I checked the time. Christ, I’d been out almost two hours. Anything could have happened in that time.

I jumped in the car and called Doctor Powers. I reached his voicemail. “This is Hank Reed. Urgent.”

I left the beach and took the side streets to I-95, then headed south. Coral Springs General was about twenty minutes away, and when I arrived, the parking lot was full.

Damn sick people. I squeezed into the last spot at the edge of the lot and ran inside. Doctor Powers still hadn’t returned my call, and that troubled me. When I reached the reception desk, a woman retiree type smiled.

“I need a visitor’s pass to see Nick Ross. He’s a patient.”

Of course he was a patient. Slow down.

While waiting for the pass, I surveyed the area. Standing room

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