580. 580. 580. Norman’s page number began flashing.
“Oh, damn it. I wanted us to have dinner together.” Norman went into the Plastic Surgery Ward to answer his page. Zettler waited for him.
“Dr. Norman.” He listened while the operator gave him the message and then dialed a number. He looked at Zettler. “I have a Ramp emergency. Don’t go anywhere just yet.” He waited for an answer on the phone.
“Ward T, Corpswave Gassly speaking.”
“Gassly? This is Dr. Norman, What are you doing in the Ramp?”
“It’s sort of a female emergency, sir.”
“What? Ward T is all male orthopedic minimum care. What’s going on?”
“I think you better talk to LCDR Blebus, sir.”
There was silence while he waited. Norman looked at Zettler. “Your boss, Wynona Blebus, is on Ward-T. There’s something’s screwy going on.”
Zettler started to say something but Blebus came on the line. Norman motioned with an outstretched palm for Zettler to be quiet.
“Dr. Norman, we have a situation down here. We need you to examine two females before we turn them over to the police.” Blebus spoke just above a whisper.
“Police? What kind of examination?”
“LT Potska from Security and two MPs are detaining two female solicitors who were caught in the act by a patient’s family visitors.”
“Solicitors? You mean prostitutes?”
“Yes. They need to have a general physical exam and a pelvic exam with urethral swabs to document absence or presence of gonorrhea or syphilis. We’ve already drawn the bloods for serology.”
“So you and Gassly are my female stand-bys?”
“Yes, Doctor. Can you please come down now? Everyone here wants to finalize this and go to dinner. We’re all starving.”
“I’ll be right down.” He turned to Zettler.
“You’re not going to believe this. Security is holding two hookers for pre-lock up physicals and venereal disease check. Wynona Blebus and Gassly are down there waiting for me. It shouldn’t take long. Why don’t we plan on dinner at 1900?”
Zettler suppressed a smile. “Hookers, huh. Make sure you wash your hands good before you touch me again.” She let out a laugh. “I wonder if they were someone’s Christmas present.”
“I don’t know about that but Fascetta isn’t going to be happy and Curly will go apeshit. This Christmas has accumulated all the things he didn’t want to happen. We have two suspicious deaths, a raid by activists and now prostitutes. The paper work is going to be a killer for him.”
“Okay. See you at 1900 by the mess hall cashier. Let me give you a kiss before you get contaminated.” She gave him a quick kiss and waved goodbye.
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