beside her bed."
"It scared me so, I didn't know what to do. So I screamed again.” She giggled. “It's kind of funny now, but it sure wasn't at four this morning. I'm really quite embarrassed, Mr. Casey. The strange thing is I didn't even know I had yelled so loud."
"Happens in dreams. Just glad to see you're okay. Did the door get fixed? I didn't notice any damage when I went up?"
"The handyman put in a new identical lock before we left for breakfast."
"Have you ever had an incident like this before?” Hawkman asked.
"Never. I think that's what frightened everyone. They had no idea why I was making such a ruckus."
"Has your night medication been changed?"
She shook her head. “No."
Hawkman rose and patted her shoulder. “I'm glad everything turned out all right. Now I've got to go do some poking around. I'll talk with you two later."
She grinned. “I wish I could go snooping with you."
Hawkman shook his head. “We can't let them know what we're doing. If you tailed me around, I'm afraid it would be a giveaway."
Leaving the Hamptons to finish their meal, he turned the corner into the lobby area, and noticed a woman come in the front door with a badge on her jacket. He watched her walk down the hall and enter a door labeled ‘Business Manager'. Standing at the front desk, he waited patiently for the person who staffed this position. Finally a woman came around the corner with a handful of folders. After placing them on the surface, she glanced up and smiled.
"Can I help you, Mr. Casey? If you wonder how I know your name, I was at the meeting. I'm Julie."
"Pleasure to meet you, Julie. Could you tell me the name of your Business Manager and what the person does?"
"Lisa Montgomery. She keeps all the records of the residents of the Independent section from the day they check into Morning Glory Haven to the day they leave. It includes their nearest relatives, any special instructions and a little of their health history."
He pointed toward the door he'd seen her enter. “Is that her office?"
"Yes."
"Do you think she might have a minute to see me?"
"I'll sure check"
"Thank you."
She scurried around the corner, then returned within a few seconds. “She'd be happy to see you. You may go right in."
When he entered the large office, Lisa stood at one of the several filing cabinets lining the walls. She had on two inch heels, but they still didn't make her look much over five feet tall. Her pastel blue suit's straight lines helped melt away some of the pounds she had around her middle. The short pixie style of her frosted brown hair flattered her face with soft curls, and the gentle smile she presented, put him at ease.
"Hello, Mr. Casey. I've been expecting you to drop in. Please have a seat."
"Really?” he asked as he took the chair in front of her desk.
"At the meeting, when I heard the Hamptons had received threatening calls, I assumed you'd want to check and see if other patrons had similar problems."
Hawkman rested an arm on the desk. “Are you open for employment? I could use a woman with your uncanny scrutiny."
She laughed. “No, I've got all I can handle with this job."
"You are absolutely right about my being curious. Also, I'd like to know about the deaths that have taken place in the home the last six months, which include three of the Hamptons’ friends."
"Really? What does that have to do with threatening phone calls?"
"I'd like to find out if any of those people received such calls."
"I don't know how I can help you there, other than give you the names of their next of kin."
"That's excellent. Can we start on this today?"
"Sure."
He removed the small recorder from his pocket. “Would you mind if I recorded our conversation? I'm not good at taking notes."
"Fine with me. I use one, and decipher from it later when I have time."
Hawkman felt like this woman might be of help in gathering information for the case. “First, how many deaths have taken place in the past half