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268 SNAKES IN SUITS
a bit of trouble with one of the residents. Don’t know any doctor by
that name, though. You, Sally?”
“No, not since I’ve been here, which is going on twelve years,”
said a quiet, older nurse at the end of the table.
“Well, Marshall was a looker all right, did an okay job, but always
fantasized about being a doctor someday. I think he moved to
County General, not sure,” added Rhonda.
“Oh, I must be mistaken,” said Nancy, beginning to get nervous.
She hurriedly finished her lunch and got up to make her exit. “I’ve
got to see about my new apartment. Sorry, I have to run.”
“So we’ll see you in two weeks?” asked Rhonda.
“Yes, yes, I’ll be here!” chimed Nancy with a big smile.
As she got into her car, she picked up her cell phone. She decided
to call Marshall to find out what was going on. His cell rang and
rang. She realized that she did not have his address. As her anxiety
grew, she decided to drive over to County General Hospital.
Nancy parked her car in County General’s visitor’s lot and walked to
the main entrance. When her turn came, she said to the guard at the
desk, “Hi. I’m here to see Dr. Marshall M. He’s a surgeon.”
The guard flipped the pages of his hospital phone directory and
searched. “He’s a doctor here?” he asked, puzzling over the list on his
desk.
“Yes. He just started here, I heard.”
“Oh,” said the guard without looking up. He turned to the computer
screen and typed. “Hmm. Are you sure about the name, miss?”
“Yes. Maybe he—”
“Well, we have someone by that name; looks like the night shift,
but he’s not your surgeon.” The guard looked up, adding, “Sorry.
You might want to call his office to get the location. We have quite a
few buildings here.”
“Thanks,” said Nancy, a tight smile across her face. “I’ll do that.”
She headed for the door and then stopped. Glancing at her watch, she
thought for a moment. Turning, she walked over to the coffee shop at