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He slides a copy of Us Weekly toward me. “The headline claims that it’s you who wants him dead, along with your father. That would make you the sole heir to the multi-billion dollar fortune,” he says removing his glasses and setting them down on his desk. “Are you saying they have it all wrong?”
I roll my eyes and find it hard to believe that he would say that right to my face. “If there was a shred of evidence that I was involved in either of them, I would have already been arrested.”
“What about the briefcase full of money?” he asks, tapping his pen against the magazine. “They claim that’s the key to the whole thing.”
“Well it’s not. I simply purchased some documents that I wanted to take out of circulation. Copies have been faxed to my attorney, so it will be all cleared up by the end of the day tomorrow,” I tell him confidently.
“Well, if there is someone who wants to keep your brother from talking, Dr. Pot would be the man to call,” he says, confirming the queasy feeling in my gut. “And if they want him dead, he can make it look like a result of natural causes. He simply didn’t wake up from his coma.”
“I thought he was coming out of the coma the other morning. There was movement and he made some moaning sounds.” I shift in my seat.
“The monitor picked up increasing activity. That’s when I was relieved as his attending physician, so I haven’t had a chance to look at anything ever since,” he says with a grimace. “What do you want to do?”
“I want you as his primary physician and I’m going to find out who requested the change.” I rise and extend my hand to shake his. “Thanks for filling us in.”
Mandy
By the end of the conversation with Dr. Novacek, he was obviously warming up to Trey. He was kind of an ass in the beginning, but Trey stayed calm and made it obvious that he is working in his brother’s best interest. I keep wondering if Tommy and Vanessa could possibly be conspiring with one another. At the moment, that seems like it could be the most probable scenario.
“I’ll wait outside the door if you want to talk in private,” I tell him as we approach his brother’s room.
“No.” He shakes his head and takes my hand, leading me through the doorway.
“Trey, I’m so glad you are here.” Vanessa jumps out of the chair and rushes over to give him a big hug. “Hi,” she adds, looking at me like a total stranger.
“Hi, I’m Amanda,” I reply, since she obviously doesn’t remember my name.
“Amanda! I’m sorry, I have way too much on my mind.” She goes back to looking directly at Trey. “He hasn’t made a sound or moved a muscle since you left Friday morning.” The way she says it sounds like she is implying that Trey is at fault for this development.
“I wasn’t the one who ordered a change of physician,” he blasts back, after pulling away from her. “That’s why he’s still unconscious for Christ sake.”
“I made the change,” she admits with widening eyes. “Ty has been going to him for over a month. When I found out he worked for the hospital, it seemed to make sense.”
“You do realize that they call him Dr. Pot, because he’s basically a drug dealer!” Trey clenches his fists and looks to the ceiling in frustration. “How the fuck did Tyler end up going to him?”
“Tommy told me about him. He’s a pain management specialist!” she yells back before turning away and walking to the other side of the bed.
Trey stands silent for a moment before he calmly begins to talk. “You told me that Tyler has been acting weird and erratic for the past month. Coincidentally, he’s been going to a pain management specialist that Dr. Novacek says is a major prescription drug dealer. Jesus, Vanessa! Are you fucking stupid?”
“Is there a problem?” a voice asks behind us. I turn to see Dr. Potaturri standing in the doorway with a hesitant expression on his face.
Trey spins on his heel and blasts him immediately. “Yes, there is a major problem. You have been messing up my brother for over a month and now you want to continue your work here?” he asks, moving toward the doctor. “I’ll bet you were the source of the pentobarbital too.” He moves squarely in front of the doctor’s face.
“Whoa, where did all of this come from? We just spoke a few minutes ago downstairs.” He takes a step back with an astonished look.
“Right from the start I’ve thought that Dad’s death and this whole thing with Tyler were related,” he says, taking another step toward him. “It seems to me that you and Tommy are right in the center of it. Vanessa might be involved too.” He turns his glare toward her.
