Page 90 of Forgotten Path
“I think Detective Williams needs closure more than we do.”
He raised his head sharply. “Felicia’s been here?”
“Twice,” Craig confirmed.
“She’s coming again today,” Clara called in from the pantry.
Bodhi frowned. “For the criminal case?”
“No, I don’t think so,” Craig told him.
“Hmm. We’ll get this culture sent out today. I’ll send you a note through the patient portal when the results are back.”
“Sounds good.” Craig prepared to hop off the table to the ground.
“How’s work?”
“Sticky, as predicted. But at least Steffi doesn’t make me wear a hairnet.”
Bodhi laughed. “And how’s your grandmother’s cough?”
“You can ask her yourself. She’ll be here later.”
“She has an appointment?” He didn’t recall seeing her name on the schedule.
“No, she volunteers on Brianna’s team—doing those field investigations for community health that Doc Owens says she needs. Gran walks around town with a clipboard, asking people questions.”
“It keeps her out of trouble,” Clara shouted.
“How can she hear us from in that pantry?” Bodhi wondered.
Craig whispered, “I think she’s part bat.”
Bodhi chuckled, then said, “So I’ve gotten the skinny on everybody except Louisa.”
He knew the changes in town were likely hitting Lou the hardest. She’d shut the diner down for a spell, but the last he’d heard, it was open again with a new, limited menu.
“Well, I think she misses the shellfish more than anyone, but she and Marnie have been working on a memory-supporting menu. I don’t know what that is, but Deke says the food tastes good, so …” Craig shrugged and slid to his feet. “My shift’s about to start. See you around, Doc?”
“Yep. My week’s tour ends on Wednesday. I’ll be sure to say goodbye before I fly home.”
Craig left, and Bodhi wheeled his stool over to the computer that Brianna had somehow forced her former place of employment to donate. He began to key in Craig’s patient notes.
“Knock knock.”
He swiveled around to see Felicia standing in the doorway with a young man.
“I heard you were coming to town.”
“Just got in. You remember Mike, right?”
Bodhi cocked his head and studied the teenager hanging back a step behind Felicia. “Mango Mike?”
The kid laughed. “That’s me. Although I’m not here in my capacity as a booze cart owner.”
“Mike’s getting a degree in marine environmental technology,” Felicia said.
“Sure, I remember.”
