to the side and smiled at the physician’s assistant.
“Of course you can’t talk about Baby, specifically, but you could speak generally about people like Baby, people who…I don’t know, let’s say, elderly people with maybe midstage Alzheimer’s.”
Marygrace was fairly levitating with the possibilities of obtaining information from Stephanie without breaking the laws pertaining to confidentiality.
“How about this,” Marygrace continued. “Suppose someone with a fair amount of memory loss encountered a trauma and lost something important to them. Suppose they then forgot what they’d lost. Would there be a chance that they could wake up tomorrow and perhaps remember more details, like the specific item that was missing or the description of the person who’d taken it?”
Stephanie smiled. “Perhaps. It happens. Of course, they could wake up tomorrow and have forgotten the entire incident, too.”
Jake was worse at hiding his frustration than I was. He fidgeted impatiently and finally turned to Marygrace. “Can we see her room?”
Marygrace sighed. “Sure. I told the staff to leave the room untouched, but I was too late. They were already trying to put things in order by the time I got back to the facility. They didn’t know. I guess they don’t watch those police shows like I do.” She smiled ruefully. “Come on. I’ll show you her room while Stephanie finishes doctoring Stella.”
“Wait a minute! We’re done, aren’t we?” I jumped up off the stool despite Stephanie’s attempts to continue dabbing me with swabs and ointments and took off after Jake and Marygrace. No way was I getting the short end of this investigation.
“Thanks, Stephanie,” I called over my shoulder, drowning out her protests.
I reached the door to Baby Blankenship’s room just as the other two were walking into it. It looked like any room in any hospital or nursing home in America, with the exception of a wall covered in family photographs and some other brightly colored knickknacks scattered around.
I had just begun carefully inspecting a photograph of a much younger Bitsy, surrounded by the rest of her family at what appeared to be a birthday party for Baby, when my cell phone rang.
“Stella?” Nina’s voice sounded strange, as if she had a cold or was trying not to cry.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was trying to help,” she said and sniffed loudly.
“Nina, tell me what’s going on.”
Jake and Marygrace were both studying me with concerned expressions.
“Well, after you guys left I remembered I had a hair appointment later and like, well, I have this paint chip I wanted Verna to see, you know, so she’d know what color I wanted for the highlights this time?”
“Uh-huh.”
It would do no good to rush Nina. It would only make her back up and start the tale all over again. The best thing I could do was pray she wound it up in short order.
“Well, you know how you were talking about that limo and all and Aunt Lucy being so pissed?”
“Uh-huh.”
“It was there! He was dropping her off! So I like, got the license plate number and—Oh, God, Stella! It’s awful!”
Nina began to sob. When she gulped air, I broke in.
“Nina, what’s awful?”
“Oh!” she wailed. “I didn’t know I was so good!”
“Nina, what are you talking about?”
My cousin sniffed loudly, sounding offended. “Stella! For pity’s sake, try and follow what I’m saying! I am just like, totally good at this detective crap! I found out who he is and…and…”
“And?” I wanted to jump through the phone and throttle the girl.
“And, well, I found out too much, that’s what!”
This was followed by a renewed burst of crying, punctuated by loud sniffs and snorts.
“Nina,” I said, trying to be heard over the sheer volume of her sobbing. “Where is Spike? Let me talk to her.”
“She…she…can’t come. She went to see the…D.A.” More crying followed and I silently counted to ten and prayed for patience.
“Okay, Nina, now try and get hold of yourself. I need to know what you found out.”
Nina snuffled, blew her nose loudly and said, “All right.” She drew in a deep breath and said absolutely nothing.
“Nina, who is he? What did you learn about the man? Is he a criminal? What is it?”
“I can’t tell you over the phone!”
“Nina! Why not?”
Silence from her end of the line and then the infernal tear machine cranked up and she was off and running.
“You…you…you have to come here…to Aunt Lucy’s. Right now! Oh, this is awful!”
“Has something happened to Aunt Lucy?” Fear rose in my chest, tightening my throat as visions of Aunt Lucy at the hands of an evil stranger snapped in a rapid-fire slide-show of possibilities.
“No! She’s out again somewhere…probably with…him.”
Jake was mouthing “What? Why is she crying?”
All I could do was shake my head and frown. It was impossible to explain while also trying to calm Nina down.
“All right, honey,” I said finally. “We’ll be there as soon as we can. It shouldn’t be more than a half hour at the most.”
“A half hour?” she wailed.
“Twenty minutes.”
“Oh…oh…oh!” She was hiccupping now. “What…what…ever!”
I snapped the cell shut and rolled my eyes at Jake. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it doesn’t sound good, and Spike’s out working on the D.A. I don’t think there’s a lot we can accomplish here right now. Maybe we should return when Baby gets back from the hospital and has had some time to rest.”
Marygrace’s eyes widened. “You guys can’t stay away too long. What if Baby comes back and something else happens? I want you to protect her!”
Jake looked puzzled. “I thought you wanted us to find whatever got stolen. You didn’t say anything about protection.”
Marygrace stamped her tiny foot and glared at him. “Aw, come on man! Do I have to spell out everything? Baby got hurt and that aide beat up Stella. I’d say the woman needs protection!”
A little muscle in Jake’s jaw began to twitch and I knew he was getting frustrated
