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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 87 из 138Is it really him? Maybe this doctor just looks likeFloyd Magnumsen. Right down to the cleft chin?
I know one way to find out. Walk right up and ask. If I’m right, he won’t even have to answer. Given the past – why and how he was killed – the look on his face will say it all.
Christ, listen to yourself, Kristin! If you’re right, that means you’ll be talking to a dead man!
And if I’m wrong? If I go into that hallway and make another insane scene?
Suffice to say, the hospital will put me up in a room, all right. One with wall-to-wall padding. And a little window so they can watch me at all times.
But it’s Magnumsen; I know it is.
Like I know I saw my father. I even have the pictures to prove it.
Wait. Pictures!
I rush over to my shoulder bag and grab my camera, checking for film. It’s ready.
Am I? And for what? The next test?
I pause by the door, swallowing hard, my cheek resting against the cool wood. I need to be quick and I need to be quiet. I can’t let anyone see me take the shot. Not Dr. Curley, and especially not Magnumsen. Why is that, Kris? Because the dead don’t like having their pictures taken?
Carefully, I peek into the hallway again. The two men are still together, but Dr. Curley and his blond hair have moved again, blocking my shot.
Camera raised, I watch through my lens, waiting for the Kodak moment. C’mon, Doc, move a little!
He doesn’t. The man’s a statue.
Which means I am too. How long can I stand here before someone -
Now!
For a split second, Dr. Curley shifts his feet as he tucks away his cell phone. I’ve got the shot! More proof that I’m not a mad person, just that the world has gone mad all around me. Makes sense – if you’re in my shoes, anyway.
Right as I snap the pic, I hear a scream over my shoulder. I spin to see a very pregnant woman hunched over at the entrance to the emergency room. She screams again, and two nurses rush toward her.
She’s pointing at the room I’m in – looking and pointing right at me.
She screams again and utters just one word: “Satan!”
And she’s not the only one looking my way. So is Dr. Magnumsen.
If I wasn’t sure before, I am now. It’s been nearly fifteen years, but it’s as if I haven’t aged a day either. This man who molested me – my pediatrician – recognizes who I am in an instant.
The wretched look on his face says it all.
Chapter 69
“KRISTIN, PLEASE unlock the door,” says Dr.
I know one way to find out. Walk right up and ask. If I’m right, he won’t even have to answer. Given the past – why and how he was killed – the look on his face will say it all.
Christ, listen to yourself, Kristin! If you’re right, that means you’ll be talking to a dead man!
And if I’m wrong? If I go into that hallway and make another insane scene?
Suffice to say, the hospital will put me up in a room, all right. One with wall-to-wall padding. And a little window so they can watch me at all times.
But it’s Magnumsen; I know it is.
Like I know I saw my father. I even have the pictures to prove it.
Wait. Pictures!
I rush over to my shoulder bag and grab my camera, checking for film. It’s ready.
Am I? And for what? The next test?
I pause by the door, swallowing hard, my cheek resting against the cool wood. I need to be quick and I need to be quiet. I can’t let anyone see me take the shot. Not Dr. Curley, and especially not Magnumsen. Why is that, Kris? Because the dead don’t like having their pictures taken?
Carefully, I peek into the hallway again. The two men are still together, but Dr. Curley and his blond hair have moved again, blocking my shot.
Camera raised, I watch through my lens, waiting for the Kodak moment. C’mon, Doc, move a little!
He doesn’t. The man’s a statue.
Which means I am too. How long can I stand here before someone -
Now!
For a split second, Dr. Curley shifts his feet as he tucks away his cell phone. I’ve got the shot! More proof that I’m not a mad person, just that the world has gone mad all around me. Makes sense – if you’re in my shoes, anyway.
Right as I snap the pic, I hear a scream over my shoulder. I spin to see a very pregnant woman hunched over at the entrance to the emergency room. She screams again, and two nurses rush toward her.
She’s pointing at the room I’m in – looking and pointing right at me.
She screams again and utters just one word: “Satan!”
And she’s not the only one looking my way. So is Dr. Magnumsen.
If I wasn’t sure before, I am now. It’s been nearly fifteen years, but it’s as if I haven’t aged a day either. This man who molested me – my pediatrician – recognizes who I am in an instant.
The wretched look on his face says it all.
Chapter 69
“KRISTIN, PLEASE unlock the door,” says Dr.