“You all haven’t been inquiring about your bodies, have you?” Cal asked, with mild alarm.

“Yes, we have,” Samira said. “Is that a problem? We will all feel better when the bodies are gone.”

“Please, no more! Don’t call any attention to yourselves by asking specifically about the bodies.”

All three shrugged. “We didn’t think we were causing undue attention,” Samira said. “The situation is general hospital gossip. It’s not as if we are the only ones talking about it.”

“Do me a favor and don’t participate,” Cal said.

“My patient’s death certificate was signed today,” Raj said. “But still the wife wants an autopsy on the advice of Jennifer Hernandez.”

“What was the official cause of death?” Cal asked.

“Heart attack,” Raj said. “Heart attack with emboli and stroke.”

“With all three bodies still around,” Cal said, “maybe we should put off doing any more patients for a few days.”

Veena sat up straight from where she’d collapsed into a leather club chair. “I agree wholeheartedly. No more deaths until all this chaos caused by Jennifer Hernandez is cleared up.”

“Someone should let Petra know,” Cal said. “One of her nurses called in today to say she had a good candidate.”

Veena bounded out of the chair. “I’ll do it. I didn’t even think we should have done one last night.” Without waiting for a response, she left the room.

Raj got up from the couch. “I think I’ll take a shower,” he said.

“Likewise,” Samira said. She gave Durell a final hug and followed Raj out of the room.

Cal glanced at Durell. “Let’s see those wheels,” he said.

“You got it,” Durell responded.

“I’m thinking we should do something proactive about this Jennifer Hernandez,” Cal said, as they passed out of the library and headed toward the front door.

“I told you, if we don’t find out what has made her suspicious, we’re always going to feel like we have our dicks hanging out. Someone else is going to see it and call us on it.”

“That’s exactly what has me worried. It’s a bummer it has to be now, just when everything else is going so smoothly.”

“What do you have in mind?” Durell asked. He opened the mansion’s front door and held it for Cal.

“I thought I’d call Sachin, Mr. Motorcycle Jacket. He handled Veena’s father perfectly. I thought of him because he called me yesterday to say he checked on Basant Chandra Wednesday and the guy panicked. He doesn’t think he has to see him again for a couple of weeks. I think he could handle Jennifer Hernandez with ease. It’s a much more simple job.”

“What would you have him do?”

“Snatch her and bring her here. We can lock her in that room under the garage until she talks.”