Justice for All. Joanna Wayne

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results to my attention.”

      “Why is that?”

      “His results look a lot like those of the teenager we lost in E.R. last week.”

      “The ephedra overdose?”

      He nodded. “There was a notable amount of ephedra in Bernie’s bloodstream as well, along with a trace of cocaine and considerably more than a trace of alcohol.”

      She scanned the report. “That would explain his symptoms.”

      “You don’t look or sound surprised.”

      “I’ve heard that Bernie runs his own drug empire in Los Angeles, so I’m not too shocked that he had the cocaine in his system. He could be selling ephedra, too, since the FDA pulled products containing it from the shelves.”

      “If he’s in the biz, he should have known better than to mix and match volatile drugs.”

      “You’d think. I’ll talk to Max Zirinsky and make him aware of the similarity in the two cases.”

      “Good idea. And I’ll get back to the E.R. Never know what a Saturday morning might bring.”

      “Just be thankful we’re not dealing with a heat wave like the one we had last summer.”

      “Amen. Never want a summer like that again. A heat wave and a deadly viral epidemic.”

      An epidemic that had hit Alec particularly hard, since his daughter had almost died from the virus. “How are Cameron and Stacy?” she asked.

      “They’re great. And Janice has become quite the mother. She’s an amazing woman.”

      He smiled broadly and Callie felt just the tiniest twinge of envy. Alec’s first marriage had been just as big a mistake as hers, but he’d found love again and seemed incredibly happy. Not that Callie wasn’t happy. Nor did she have time for a family and children—even if she had been able to have them. A fast growing tumor three years ago had resulted in a hysterectomy.

      “Tell Janice hello for me,” she said, pushing the unexpected thoughts of family and kids aside.

      “Will do.”

      Callie scanned the lab report again when Alec left, then slipped into her doctor’s coat for a personal visit with her patient. Bernie was lucky to be alive, but there was no indication the Avenger had tried to kill him. Looked more like Bernie was trying to save the killer the trouble and do the job himself.

      Callie took the elevator up to Bernie’s room. The door was open a crack and she heard his boisterous voice and a woman’s laughter echoing down the hallway. She tapped lightly on the door before stepping inside.

      Mary Hancock stopped laughing and backed away from the bed. “Good morning, Callie. I promise I’m not tiring out the patient. I just came by to check on him and bring him a fruit basket.”

      “A bit of cheery company won’t hurt him, as long as he doesn’t overdo it.”

      Callie spied the fruit basket on the table in the corner of the room. It was covered in cellophane, tied with a gold bow and filled with mangos, avocados, peaches, kiwi and pomegranates, with an impressive pineapple in the middle. The basket was almost as colorful and flamboyant as the bearer.

      Mary was one of Callie’s patients. At sixty-one, Mary could have easily passed for fifteen years younger. Money for surgery and the right clothes to flatter her petite figure probably took a lot of credit for that, but it was Mary’s vivacious personality that added the youthful pizzazz.

      Callie pulled the chart at the foot of Bernie’s bed. His vitals were back to normal except for a slightly elevated systolic reading. “How are you feeling this morning, Mr. Brusco?”

      “Terrific and ready to get out of the hospital. Like I told you, it was just stress. A good night’s rest did the trick.”

      Bernie scooted up higher on his pillow, tugging on the hospital gown so that it didn’t pull around the neck. “Thanks for coming by, Mary. And don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine,” he said, dismissing his visitor.

      “Good. When you’re feeling better, I’ll teach you to do the tango correctly.”

      “With these two left feet?”

      They both laughed and Mary said a quick goodbye to Callie before exiting. Mary was obviously fond of Bernie. Callie seriously doubted she knew how the man made his living or that he did drugs himself.

      Courage Bay was a few miles and a world away from Los Angeles. In spite of a growing population, the city had a small-town attitude, and people tended to trust one another to be who and what they purported to be. She’d hate to see Mary hurt by a man like Bernie.

      “Guess you have the results of the blood work,” Bernie said, once Mary was out of the room.

      “Just got it back from the lab a few minutes ago.”

      “Then you know I had a little cocaine in my system.”

      She nodded.

      “I hope you won’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I’m an addict or anything. You know how it is up in Los Angeles. You go with the boys, you sniff a little to be sociable. I won’t even do that again after what happened last night.”

      “You had cocaine, alcohol and dangerous levels of an illegal stimulant in your system. That’s a pretty lethal mix. You’re lucky to be alive this morning.”

      Bernie narrowed his eyes. “What stimulant?”

      A strange question, Callie thought. He’d readily admitted the cocaine, so why not the stimulant? “Ephedra,” she said. “A much larger dose than if you’d taken it as a dietary supplement.”

      “Ephedra.” He repeated the word, then drew his lips together and nodded as if he were figuring out a mystery. “You’re sure about that?”

      “Very sure. Don’t you remember taking it?”

      “My recollection of last night’s activities are not too keen.”

      That was believable, yet he remembered the party and the cocaine.

      He sat up straighter. “You know, Doc, pretty as you are and as nice as the nurses are treating me, I need to get out of here today.”

      “I recommend you stay until Monday.”

      “Nothing personal, Doc, but I’ve got urgent business to take care of. I have to be back in Los Angeles by Monday morning.”

      “Then at least stay one more night.”

      He drew his lips into a slight scowl. “One more night, but that’s it, no matter what any new tests show.”

      “It’s your choice.”

      “Thanks, Doc. For last night and for looking in on me today.”

      “You’re welcome, but I can only do so much. The real responsibility for taking care of yourself rests with you.”

      “Don’t I Know it.”

      She made a couple of notations on his chart, slipped it back in place, then told him she’d see him later.

      “You’re sure about the ephedra?” he asked as she headed for the door.

      “I’m sure.”

      She hurried to the elevator, eager to go back to her office and call Max with the findings. She had no proof at all, but she had a strong hunch that Bernie didn’t knowingly take the ephedra. Which meant the Avenger may well have been at Mary’s party, armed with the stimulant that had almost killed Bernie Brusco.

      MAX PICKED CALLIE UP in front of the hospital at ten after twelve, determined to have no recurrence of the lust that had blindsided him last night, lingering long after he’d crawled into his bed. No way could he play in Callie’s league. He


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