A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

what she must have gone through in the moments before she died. I
wondered what exactly someone did to take her life. Was she
stabbed, shot, suffocated? No one has said. My mind drifted then to
the blood the police found in Josh and Meredith’s garage. Was it
Meredith’s blood? Delilah’s? How did it get there? My thoughts then
shifted to Dr. Feingold, the malpractice suit, two figures hiding in the
darkness of the Dickeys’ home that night, weeks ago, when
Cassandra saw. Was it Dr. Feingold that she saw? Did he do
something to Meredith and Delilah? At some point in the middle of
the night, I knew that I needed to meet this man. I need to see for
myself if he’s someone capable of murder.
“Then I’m going with you,” Bea decides.
“You can’t,” I say.
“Why the hell not?” she asks. She’s angry because she’s worried
for me.
“Because two women can’t conceive on their own,” I say. “It would
raise questions. Dr. Feingold would want to know why we didn’t just
go see our fertility specialist if we were pregnant.”
“We don’t have to tell him we’re gay,” she says. “We’ll tell him I’m
your friend. This baby is the result of a one-night stand with some
man. I’m not letting you do this alone. He could be dangerous, Kate.
We don’t know. Either I go with,” she says, giving me an ultimatum,
because quite often that’s what Bea is in our relationship, the
decision maker, “or you don’t go.”
Bea won’t be talked out of it. She’s decided, and so I agree. I finish
getting ready and follow Bea downstairs, where I sit down at the
kitchen counter and research symptoms of early pregnancy on the
laptop. I won’t have to fake the nausea because, with Meredith and
Delilah still missing, I feel constantly sick to my stomach. I can hardly
keep anything down.