paradise.
And Luke, feeling her eyes scan his mouth, despite the circumstance of this meeting, wanted to lower his to meet hers.
It was as simple as that.
But those days were gone and so, because he had to, he let her go. ‘Have a seat,’ Luke said in his best doctor’s voice.
Calm, professional, detached.
If he was going to do this properly then he could be no other way.
Scarlet remained standing as Luke took off his jacket, threw it onto a chair and then went around the desk and sat down, waiting for her to do the same.
‘Tell me what happened.’ Luke kicked the interview off.
‘I told you,’ Scarlet said. ‘I called an ambulance. Vince had called for backup but they were taking for ever and—’
‘Scarlet,’ Luke interrupted, ‘we need to start at the beginning. Before this morning when did you last see your mother?’
‘Last night,’ Scarlet said, and watched as Luke picked up a pen and jotted something down. ‘There was a party to celebrate the end of her tour and …’ Scarlet shrugged but didn’t finish.
‘And how was she?’ Luke asked.
‘I didn’t make it to the party,’ Scarlet said. ‘I saw her back at the hotel.’
‘What time was that?’
‘About midnight.’
‘And how was she?’
‘Tired.’
‘Who was the last person to see her?’
‘Me,’ Scarlet said. ‘I think.’
‘Around midnight?’
‘Around one. Can you stop taking notes?’ Scarlet asked. ‘I can’t talk to you when you’re writing things down.’
‘Scarlet, these details are important,’ Luke said, but he did put down his pen.
He’d been using it as a distraction.
Not a word of this conversation would he ever forget.
‘You found her?’ Luke checked, and Scarlet gave a tense nod.
‘What time was that?’
‘Just before six.’
‘Were the two of you sharing a room?’
‘No.’ Scarlet frowned.
‘Were you staying in the same suite?’
‘No.’
‘So why were you in your mother’s room at six a.m.?’
‘I just went in to check on her.’
‘Why?’ Luke persisted.
‘Because I was worried about her.’
‘Why?’ Luke pushed, but Scarlet did not elaborate. ‘Come on, Scarlet. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.’
‘You can’t help me.’
‘I’m talking about your mother!’ Luke’s voice rose, just a fraction. It had to if they were going to stay on track. That little pull back served to remind not just Scarlet but himself that this was work. He watched her eyes fill with tears at the slight reprimand but he had to push through. When no further information was forthcoming he chose to be direct.
‘Has your mother been depressed lately?’
‘No, no.’ Scarlet shook her head. ‘It’s nothing like that. She just took too much.’
‘How, when her physician keeps her pills?’
‘She keeps some on her,’ Scarlet said.
Luke honestly didn’t know if Scarlet was covering up for her mother or simply had no idea how serious the problem was.
‘Scarlet.’ Luke tried to meet her gaze. ‘Why did you go in to check on your mum? I’m not going to write anything down. Just tell me.’
‘I was worried.’
‘More so than usual?’ Luke checked, and she nodded. ‘I need to know why.’
‘We had a row.’
‘About?’
‘Please don’t ask, Dr Edwards.’ It was Scarlet now who rebuked him, just a little but enough for him to get what she meant—if there were lines that could not be crossed, if he wanted to keep this professional, then, right now, the answer to that question could not be discussed. ‘We had an argument.’
‘Okay.’
‘They want my mother to be moved to another hospital,’ Scarlet said.
Luke had guessed that they might. ‘Well, as of now, the only place your mother is being moved to is Intensive Care. Here.’
‘They think that she needs to be somewhere more used to dealing with …’ Scarlet stopped what she had about been to say. Luke loathed the word ‘celebrity’.
‘She’s in the best place and in no condition to be moved,’ Luke said. ‘As her daughter, you get to make that call.’
‘I don’t think so.’ Scarlet gave a worried shake of her head.
‘I know so,’ Luke responded.
‘But she has Vince. He deals with all that type of thing.’
‘Yes, well, Vince is going to be a bit busy for the foreseeable future. After I’ve spoken with you, believe me, I’m going to be speaking with him and getting a far more accurate history than the one he gave me earlier. I may also be speaking with the police so trust me when I say that I’ll back your call if you want your mother kept here.’
‘Luke, please, don’t bring the police into this.’ Scarlet started to cry and not very quietly.
He sat and watched unmoved. Those tears did not move him and certainly he would not be swayed by hype and celebrity status when he made his decisions.
He just needed more facts but few were forthcoming.
His pager trilled and Luke checked it. Seeing that it was Heather, he made a phone call and rolled his eyes as she told him that the press were becoming more insistent. ‘Just say no comment,’ Luke responded tartly. ‘How hard is it to say that?’ He let out a tense breath. ‘Unless there is a change in Anya’s condition, or you need me for another patient, you’re not to disturb me. I’m speaking with a relative now.’
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