CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY-SEVEN
Wednesday evening — 5:45 P.M.
Tanesha and Heather were sitting in plastic chairs on either side of Sandy’s wheel chair. Heather held Mack on her lap. They were sitting just outside the hospital’s surgery center.
“He’s right there,” Tanesha said.
From their position across the wide, busy hallway, they watched Dr. Cas Morgan come out of surgery and walk down the hall.
“He’s definitely cute,” Heather said.
“Cute and feisty,” Sandy pointed to Dr. Morgan talking to a nurse.
“What do you think?” Tanesha asked.
“Still feel the stomach punch?” Heather asked.
“No, I did not ask that woman,” Tanesha said.
“Didn’t want to know,” Heather said.
They laughed. They watched Dr. Morgan walk down the hall.
“Are you talking about that guy?” Ava asked. “Dr. Cas Morgan?”
The three women turned to look at the young woman. She was watching Dr. Morgan. She was tall, thin, with a Denver Police badge on her belt. She wore a dark blue jacket with “Crime Scene Forensics” stenciled on the back over her long sleeved T-shirt. Her long dark hair was pulled back in an efficient ponytail. The women looked at each other.
“Do you know him?” Sandy asked.
Ava’s head jerked to look at Sandy. She glanced at Heather and Tanesha.
“Heather,” Heather stood up to shake Ava’s hand. “This is Mack.”
“Tanesha.” Tanesha followed suit. “Sandy can’t really get up. She’s supposed to be resting.”
Sandy waved to Ava.
“Do you know Dr. Morgan?” Sandy asked.
“I know of him,” Ava said. “Some hotshot big wig at Homeland Security ordered a DNA through the CBI. I was coming here to get Seth, so I offered to take it. I spent about three minutes with him, Dr. Morgan. He complained. A lot. Fascist state, stuff like that. But his immigration is on the line, so he had to give a sample.”
“DNA?” Heather asked.
“Listen, I feel really awkward,” Ava said. “I’m sure you think Seth and I…”
“We aren’t people who judge love,” Sandy said.
“We’ve known Seth a long time and like him a lot,” Heather added.
“Don’t feel awkward,” Tanesha said. “We’re acting weird because we’re trying to mind warp you into telling us all you know.”
“About Morgan,” Ava said. “What I know… Um, he’s married, five kids… They aren’t here. They’re supposed to come here as soon as he gets right with immigration. I guess. Mostly…”
“I don’t know how to say it,” Ava said.
The women were silent while they watched Ava think.
“Mostly, he’s not who or what he says he is,” Ava said.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…