One Grave Too Many

Washington, the nurse who had helped Star.
    “Didn’t I just see you in here visiting a while ago?”
    Diane explained what had happened.
    “Right after you left here? That’s terrible. Right at your own front door?”
    “Thanks for taking good care of Star. A lot of people are pretty down on her right now.”
    “I always say a person is innocent until proven guilty, and if they do turn out to be proven guilty, then how you treated them is about the kind of person you are, not the kind of person they are.”
    “Those are nice sentiments. Can I quote you?”
    “Certainly.” She handed Diane a couple of pills and a glass of water. “These will help with the pain and help you sleep.”
    Diane swallowed the pills and lay back on the pillows. “I could use a good night’s sleep.”
    She expected nightmares, but as far as she remembered, she didn’t even dream. She woke up in the morning almost too sore to move, but she managed to make it to the bathroom. She took a quick shower but had to put back on yesterday’s underwear. If she’d been thinking, she’d have grabbed a change of clothes while she was at her apartment. But they’d probably release her today.
    Breakfast arrived while she was showering. Cereal, eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. She ate the cereal and drank the juice. As she finished, a policeman, Izzy Wallace, arrived with his partner. He walked in the door looking sheepish.
    “I wanted to apologize, Dr. Fallon, for the misunderstanding. Frank told me . . . well, about your experience. We’re sorry too, we didn’t get here last evening. A lot of things going on in town last night.”
    Diane felt too sore to argue with anyone at the moment. She merely nodded.
    “Can you tell us what happened?”
    Diane explained about the attack, and no, she didn’t see a face, but he was male. Why? Because she saw him running and it was a male and he was strong. “He was around six feet tall,” she said.
    “How do you know that?” asked Izzy’s partner.
    “He was taller than me. He ran past the cars. I could tell where the top of the cars came to on him.”
    “Did you hear his voice?”
    “No, he didn’t say a word. He did make sounds when I kicked him, pulled his finger back and bit him, but nothing I’d recognize.”
    “How about smells? Did you notice anything distinctive?”
    Diane thought for a moment. “No. No, I didn’t.”
    “You say he took your purse?”
    “I assume so. It was gone.”
    “What was in it?”
    “My checkbook, keys, about twenty-five dollars, lipstick, a notepad.”
    “Credit card, driver’s license?” prompted Izzy.
    “I carry them separately in a pocket. A habit I picked up from traveling.”
    “A wise thing to do. We’ll probably find your purse dumped somewhere and empty. I doubt we’ll find the guy. Just nothing to go on.”
    “What if it wasn’t a mugging? What if it was connected to the bones?”
    “Bones? Oh, the bones. You think it might be?”
    “I don’t know. It’s a possibility.”
    “Has anyone threatened you?”
    “You mean, besides the mayor? No.”
    Both Izzy and his partner looked sheepish again.
    “Or it could be related to the break-in at the museum. Have you found any leads there?”
    “No. That’s a dead end right now. Since nothing was taken . . .” He let the sentence trail off. Diane knew they weren’t following up, but she couldn’t resist making him feel uncomfortable.
    “We’ll do what we can,” he said. “I’m supposed to be going off duty, but I’ll go over to your apartment house and look around. Maybe he dropped something or somebody saw something.”
    “I appreciate it.”
    “Be a good idea if you have your locks changed,” he said.
    After they left, a doctor, a gray-haired, athletic man who looked to be in his early sixties, came in.
    “Dr. Fallon, I’m sorry to see you under these conditions.”
    Diane recognized him as one of the contributors to the museum.
    “Dr. Renner, isn’t it? You were at the museum contributors’ party.”
    “Yes, I was there with my wife, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. We can’t wait until it opens to the public so we can take our grandchildren. This town needs a place like that. I understand there will be a restaurant too.”
    “Yes.”
    “That’s just grand.” He looked at her chart a moment. “I see things went well last night. That’s good. You have some bruised ribs and a bruised kidney. It’s not serious. Some bed rest and control of your fluids will