Part 16 (1/2)
”I see.”
She could tell he didn't see at all. ”Follow me,” she said.
”Don't I always?”
That gave Gretchen pause. Maybe he was was always following her. When they found the hospital room, Bernard looked like an extra from the movie always following her. When they found the hospital room, Bernard looked like an extra from the movie The Mummy The Mummy. His face was completely swathed in bandages. Gretchen knew it was him by the visible mop of white hair, though his mustache was hidden by the bandages. His name on the chart at the foot of the bed helped, too.
”He's sleeping,” Matt said, still sounding puzzled. ”I'm really lacking enough background information to handle this properly.”
”Not for long.” Gretchen thumped the patient's shoulder. Bernard's eyes flew open.
”You stole my money, you old buzzard.” It took all her control to keep her hands off his neck. ”I want it back.”
”You said you never use your account.”
That's not exactly what she had said to him when he dropped off her checkbook. She had meant that she hadn't missed the checkbook because there was so little money in the bank. ”So you thought you'd keep it active for me?” she screeched.
”Hold on.” Matt said, trying to step into the middle of the scene and direct traffic.
”She called the cops?” Bernard's eyes grew wide when he saw Matt. ”I only borrowed the money. Honest. I was going to return it long before she even knew it was gone.”
”Surprise, I checked.” Gretchen said. ”And I want it back. Right now.”
”Sir,” Matt said, managing to squeeze between them.
”Is that correct? Did you forge her name and remove funds from her account?”
”He sure did.”
”I'm asking him him, Gretchen.”
Gretchen watched the old man's eyes. He wanted to deny it, she could tell, but he'd already admitted it. ”I thought I deserved a reward,” he said. ”You know, for finding the checkbook and returning it to its rightful owner.”
”Read him his rights,” Gretchen demanded. ”Arrest him.”
”Where is the money?” Matt asked Bernard with a cold, hard stare. Gretchen never wanted to be on the receiving end of that that look. look.
Bernard's eyes slid to a metal cabinet next to the bed.
”In there. In my wallet. You can have it back.”
Gretchen lunged for the cabinet, found the wallet, and counted out a large wad of bills. ”All here,” she said with a huge sigh of relief. It was all the money she had in the world, and she had almost lost it.
Bernard watched through slits in the bandages.
”What exactly happened to you?” Matt asked him.
”Explosion. Someone's trying to kill me.” He nodded in Gretchen's direction. ”Might be her, for all I know. Did you ever see anybody that mad before? I think she has an anger management problem.”
Gretchen wanted to shake the scrawny weasel.
Matt glanced at Gretchen. Now that the confrontation was over, he had a hint of sparkle back in his eyes.
”You screwed the cover on too tight,” Gretchen told him. She looked at the quizzical expression on Matt's face.
”Britt Gleeland told me about it.”
”I can't stand that woman,” Bernard said. ”She doesn't know anything.”
”At least she came and visited you.” Gretchen thought Britt must be the only one in Phoenix who liked the man well enough to care. What a disagreeable personality.
”That woman better not not show up here.” show up here.”
”But I thought--”
”I know better than to close the lid tight,” Bernard said, interrupting. ”I left it loose. I've been making juice for years, and I know I didn't do it wrong. Someone added in another chemical to give it more power.”
”Why would anyone try to kill you?” Matt asked.
”Because. That's why. Just because.” Through the white wrapping, Gretchen could see his lips tighten down. Bernard wasn't talking to them anymore.
”What's going on in here?” a nurse said from the doorway.
”This police officer and young lady are bullying me around. I want them to leave.”
Nimrod chose that moment to peek out of Gretchen's purse. The nurse glared. ”I'm calling security if you aren't gone in thirty seconds.”
Matt didn't even challenge the nurse. He apologized for the intrusion and escorted Gretchen out of the room.
”Don't you outrank a nurse?” Gretchen wanted to know on the way down in the elevator.
Matt chuckled. ”No one on the police force would think of tangling with a head nurse. And I lost my advantage when the mutt made his appearance.”
”Bernard Waites should be on your list of suspects.”
”He seems to think someone's trying to kill him.”
”Yeah, right.”
”He took quite a hit. I checked his medical records earlier. He's lucky to be alive.”
Gretchen stared at Matt. ”You knew he was here all along.”
”I knew about his condition, not about the theft.”
”Were you following me?”