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receptionist from that old cop show NYPD Blue.
    “Officer Maloran,” I asked the nice phone voice. Alan had returned with a broom to sweep up the mess.
    “Just a moment please.”
    What was I going to tell Maloran? I had a strange feeling this was just the beginning of some very weird shit.
    “Maloran,” his voice sounded tense. I wonder if he’s always wound so tight.
    “I…this is Lexie Lewis.” I stammered.
    “Mrs. Lewis?” He sounded as if he didn’t believe it was me.
    “Lexie, please, detective.”
    “Lexie, how can I help you? I heard about the episode at the hospital—did you remember something?”
    “Um, no, but I think it’s gotten a little more complicated than a mugging.”
    “What happened?”
    “I dialed my number to check messages, and I think I talked to the attacker—or someone who knows him. I’m not sure.”
    “A man? What did he say?” Maloran’s voice seemed to deepen with curiosity.
    “It sounded as if he knew me or I should know him. He had a strange accent, maybe European? I couldn’t place it. He said he hoped that I could forgive his associate for his behavior, like he was apologizing for somebody having bad table manners, rather than attacking me. He didn’t threaten me, but he wouldn’t tell me who he was, either. Alan took the phone and he hung up. I have a bad feeling that this won’t be the last time I hear from him.”
    “Why’s that?”
    “He just sounded happy to hear from me. Like he wants to be my friend, if you know what I mean.”
    “That could work in our favor. I assumed they’d dump the phone; that’s why I didn’t put a trace on it. But I’ll get our tech department to do that. What’s the number?”
    I gave him the number and asked, “Do you need our account information?”
    “No, that should be all I need. Now, what else happened?” He asked it as if he could tell I was holding something back.
    “Sorry, that’s all he said.” I didn’t want to share that he had called me a goddess or that his voice made me want to strip naked and roll around in satin. It just sounded too ridiculous to repeat, and I needed time to think it through.
    “Mrs. Lewis, Lexie, don’t work this on your own. He’s already taken you against your will once. You may not get away next time. Do you understand me?”
    “Yes, sir.” As I said it my shoulders slumped.
    “Something gives me the feeling that I’m not hearing the whole story either. I may be wrong. But I doubt it. I’ve heard of your firm and I know you do some good work, but this is a police investigation. Moreover, you can’t be objective when you’re the victim. Now take care of yourself, don’t do anything stupid, and call if anything else happens. I’ll be in touch as soon as we hear something about the trace.”
    Then he was gone, no good-bye or anything. It had been a long time since anyone had lectured me like that, probably not since my dad died. I wished he were here.
    “Lexie, you need to rest. Come on, let’s go upstairs. Before your bath is stone cold.”
    Alan had finished cleaning up my broken glass and was determined to get me away from the phone.
    “Just a sec, Alan, I want to call Kim and have her order me a new phone.” Looking up at him, I saw how tired he was. “Honey, I’m sorry. You’re exhausted. Go on up. I’ll be right there. I promise.”
    I picked up the phone and dialed the office. Then I realized that I never did check my messages. The hell with that. I wasn’t up to talking to Mr. Hypnotic Voice again. If it was important, they’d call back.
    When Kim answered, she asked me how I was feeling. “Fine,” I told her. I was really getting sick of that word. Fine.
    “I’m glad you’re feeling better. Ottie said you didn’t feel well today. Do you need me to do anything? ” Kim sounded concerned. I rarely call off work so she knows some things up but, ya gotta love Ottie---he knows me so well. He must not have told her about my little trip to the hospital.