late hour?
âHello?â
There was a brief moment of silence before Sadie spoke in a hushed, frantic voice. âKrissy, thereâs something strange going on here. I saw a body being wheeled into the infirmary. You have to come quick!â
Kris tried to let the words register. âIs an ambulance there?â
âNo, Krissy. Thereâs no ambulance. Would I have called you if there was?â
âI suppose not,â Kris muttered.
Was this just another shadow in Sadieâs mind? Sadie probably had a nightmare and was confusing her dream with reality.
But she sounded so upset.
âIâll be right there.â Kris hung up, quickly dressed, then grabbed her purse and ran out the front door to the old Honda Civic parked at the curb. She started the engine and as the motor heated up, she used her cell to dial Gabe.
âHello?â
âHi, itâs me.â
âWhatâs wrong?â
Warmed by the sudden edge in his voice, she said,âSadie just called me all upset. Sheâ¦â What? Saw a dead body? âIâm on my way to see her.â
âItâs kind of late for visiting hours,â Gabe commented.
âYeah, well, Sadie needs me.â She decided to be straight with him. âShe thinks she saw a dead body.â
âIâll meet you there. Donât do anything until I arrive.â
Emotion clogged Krisâs throat. âThank you.â
She hung up, glad to know that Gabe was on his way.
At this late hour, Kris saw only one other vehicle on the road as she drove to Millerâs Rest. Thankfully, the van that pulled up behind her and whizzed past as she rounded the bend right before the retirement center wasnât a police car, or sheâd have been ticketed for sure.
Kris didnât usually break the speed limit, but Sadieâs agitation formed a ball of concern in Krisâs chest. Sadie was relatively healthy, but you just never knew. Krisâs heart squeezed tight.
She parked and hurried toward the front entrance. She glanced around, expecting to see the security guard patrolling the grounds.
âPsst. Over here.â Sadie waved from a side entrance. She wore the thick terry robe Kris had given her for her eightieth birthday this past fall and rubber-soled bootie slippers. Her gray hair was a mess, as if sheâd just rolled out of bed.
Kris hurried over. âShouldnât this door be equipped with an alarm?â
Sadie shrugged. âIt didnât go off when I opened it, so Iâd say no. Come on.â
âWait. Gabeâs on his way here.â
Sadieâs eyes widened. âWho?â
Krisâs stomach clenched. She couldnât have forgotten him, could she? âDetective Burke.â
âThatâs good thinking, Krissy girl. But I have to show you. Now.â
Sadie rapidly shuffled away, leaving Kris no choice but to follow. The darkened center sent a chill creeping up Krisâs spine. Dim lights along the edges of the floor illuminated the hallways.
Sadie took Kris to the infirmary. âThey wheeled a body in here.â
âA body?â Kris repeated, not sure she really wanted clarification.
âYou know. A body under a sheet. A dead body.â
Kris swallowed back the distaste that image brought and told herself it was just another of Gramâs shadows. A nightmare she mistook for reality. Sadie pushed open the door and Kris peered over her head into the medical room. Glass-paned cabinets lined the walls, a desk with a stiff-backed chair occupied one corner. A gurney had been pushed against the far wall.
Kris sighed with relief. No body. âWell, itâs gone now. And who are they? â
âMs. Faust and a man.â
Odd. Ms. Faust hardly seemed the type to go sneaking around at night. âGrams, you probably had a nightmare.â
Sadieâs chin jutted out slightly. âI couldnât sleep.â
Kris raised an eyebrow. âSo you went
Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Jerome Ross