Chapter 9

Dr. Foster looked startled. “Of course not. Dr. Davis is in gastroenterology.”

“Okay.” Rush had made a fool of himself, and all he wanted to do was cry. Instead, he leaned the heel of his hand into his torso and pressed harder. “Okay.”

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RUSH PUT HIS key in the lock, but he didn’t need to turn it. The door to his apartment over his parents’five-car garage swung open. Uncertain as to whether to enter and confront whoever was there or back down the stairs and notify the police there’d been a break-in, the option was taken from him when his mother spoke.

“Rushton.”

He sighed, regretting he hadn’t seized the opportunity to head for the hills. “Yes, Mother?”

He’d assumed his parents didn’t have a key to his apartment. Obviously he’d been wrong. The question was, had his mother used it before?