Page 10 of Raymond's Forever

“Do you have insurance on your employees? Health insurance?” Raymond asked.

“Yes, you get it on your second month here. I figure if you can last thirty days working on a ranch, then you’ll stick around. I have your information over in my office at Erin’s Way.”

“Oh, okay, I didn’t expect that, but I’m going to need your insurance policy for this case.”

“Let Julie know what you need, and she should get it to you.”

“Thank you,” Raymond said as he wrote on the pad of paper and looked around, then at Amelia. “When do you think they’ll call Shay in?”

“Probably not until I leave. My last day is Friday, a week from yesterday, and I’m almost all packed up to move here on Saturday. I only live up in Colorado Springs, which is roughly an hour away. I should be here by early afternoon. I was going to wait until I came here to talk to Erin about this, but I got paranoid, and didn’t want the files I copied to be found. I put them in my storage locker last night, but Betty and I picked them up on our way here this morning.”

“Where are they now?”

“In the trunk of my car. There are seven boxes.”

“What type of files?”

“Medical records of orthopedic patients at the clinic. Their written, or typed, appointments with the doctor, lab results, MRIs, CAT scans, x-rays.”

“I have my x-rays from when Caleb took them before I saw you that first time,” Shay spoke then.

“Good, we’re going to want them, and then I think it would be good for us to have a new set of them before you are called in for a visit. We can compare, and try as much as you can, try to get a copy of what Perkins or Ervin will give you.” She looked around, then sighed. “I don’t care if you have to snap a photo of them on your phone, we’re going to need those films. See if you can’t find a name on them, it will be in the upper left-hand corner of the films.”

“Evidence.”

“Correct.

“I have a suggestion,” Duane said then.

“What’s that?”

“We’ll do our deep dive check on Perkins and the cities he mentioned, but what about reading Brotherhood Protectors in for Dr. Earl Alexander? I’m thinking if he really is Dr. Earl Alexander,” he said as he looked at Naomi. “Sorry, I’m not doubting you, but if you knew him by a different name, then how many other names has he had.” He looked at Amelia and Betty then. “Do not do anything to get caught, but can you get us something with his DNA on it? I’m thinking maybe a disposable coffee cup or something he drank out of.” He looked around the room again, then between Erin and Clark. “If Jake can’t help us, he can call in Carter from the Yellowstone office. That’s closer to Vegas than we are. Maybe someone from that office can start poking around.” He shrugged. “Just another set of eyes and ears on the case.”

“Yes,” Betty said without hesitation. “Pardon my language, but that man is a fucking slob. He treats us nurses like we’re his personal maids. My day to clean his office is on Thursdays. I throw at least half a dozen or more cups of half-drunk coffee out during my shift. If he’s in surgery, it’s not as bad.” She giggled then, and looked at Amelia. “Remember when the hospital administrator threatened to revoke his surgery privileges if he walked into the OR with another coffee cup.”

“Oh, shit, yeah.” Amelia looked at the others with a grin. “He’s been written up several times because he thinks he’s a God, and the rules don’t apply to him.”

“Oh, and he’s also forever leaving his half-full or empty coffee cups in patient rooms, at the nurses’ station, he gets pissed when we toss them and wipe down the areas. I would hate to see what his home looks like.” She shuddered.

“Perfect, make sure no one catches you, and if you could, could you get them to Amelia before Friday? I’m sure you have plastic bags you could put them in.”

“I can do that. Would you like his sweaty gloves too?” She wiggled her fingers. “He’s tossing them all over his desk and floor of his office too.”

“Perfect,” Duane turned to the others and nodded when they grinned. “We can send them out to get prints to verify if the asshat that hit Betty is Earl Alexander or Alexander Ervin.” He whipped his gaze back to Betty. “Do not, I can’t stress this enough, but do not get caught, or make it obvious what you’re doing.”

“I won’t, I know how to work in the shadows. I’m a nurse, doctors never listen to us, or see us, only when their orders aren’t carried out or we question them do they realize we exist.” She turned to look at Amelia. “I don’t think that about you, none of the nurses do, you’re one of the good ones.”

“Thank you.” Amelia didn’t know what to say.

They sat there for a couple of silent moments, then Shay spoke. “If and when I get called into visit with this Perkins, do I walk in like this?” He stood and walked toward the living room and back, everyone saw there was no brace, and no limp. He sat back down. “Or do I wear the brace Dr. Johnson gave me when I first went in to see her. The one that goes from mid-calf to mid-thigh?”

“Go in like you are now. Feign confusion, though you won’t have to work too hard to do so, not that it will be a stretch, because it is confusing as to why you’re being brought back in. Stress to everyone you see, the front desk, the nurse, the doctor, everyone you encounter, that you are healed, that you’ve resumed normal activities, and that you don’t need surgery,” Raymond said. “I want to see how far Dr. Perkins and or Dr. Ervin, or whoever he is, is going to spin it. Also, I know youprobably won’t use them, but if he prescribes any medications, get them filled and bring me the bottles. This might be going out on a limb, but I’m thinking he might think you’re so doped up on pain pills that Dr. Johnson had prescribed, that you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Take a picture of the prescription first,” Amelia said.

“Don’t fill them at the hospital,” Betty spoke up quickly.

“Why not?” Amelia asked as she turned to look at her with a scowl. The quickness of Betty’s directive was cause for alarm.