Claire’s phone rang, the display telling her it was Kurt, her detective friend. “Excuse me, I need to take this. Rachel, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Out in the hall, she answered his call, “Kurt, I’m at the hospital.”
“Claire, is she awake yet? I need a statement from her.”
“Yes, but the doctor needs to check her out first. Why are you getting involved with this?”
“Claire, we’re friends so I’m going to level with you. Her car was tampered with. This was deliberate. What the hell is going on with your friends? Is there something you want to tell me?”
Claire noticed an employee approaching Rachel’s room. She was rolling a cart full of flowers and a gift box wrapped in bright pink tissue paper. “Kurt, hold on a minute.” She walked over to the lady, and pointing to the box. She asked, “Who brought this? When did this come?”
The young girl seemed frightened by Claire’s anxious tone, “I don’t know, it was on the counter with Ms. Ross’s name on it. So I put it with the other things that came for her.”
“Don’t take these in yet. Could you put the cart over to the side of the hall?” And then to Kurt, “There’s something here that doesn’t feel right, Kurt. I think you need to get down here now, and bring someone who can analyze a package.”
“Coming!” The line went dead.
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