She watched the other people waiting. A man with a bloody rag around his hand, a child with a cough, a woman with an ice pack on her ankle, others she couldn’t tell what was wrong. Some watched her too, and she wondered what she looked like. If she looked like she felt, she looked awful. Her back was killing her. She had some serious throbbing pains in her stomach and ribs.
Who attacked her? she wondered. A mugger? Or did it have to do with the bones she was excavating? She lay her head back against the wall.
She jerked awake and noticed some of the people had switched out with newcomers. The child was gone, and so was the man with the bleeding hand. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“Diane Fallon? Come with me, please. Can you walk, or do you need a wheelchair?”
“I can walk.” Barely, she thought.
She followed a nurse into the examining room, where another nurse asked her to remove her shirt. There were broken blood vessels, welts and bruises in perhaps a dozen places she could see.
“You were attacked?” The nurse listened to her heart and took her blood pressure.
“Yes. Hit in the stomach and kicked in the ribs and the back. That’s all I remember right now.”
“Um-hmm. Somebody worked you over good. What kind of pain are you in?”
“I hurt pretty bad.”
“We need to get some X rays for the doctor, and the police will want to talk to you. You can put your shirt back on right now.”
“Okay.” Diane started to put her shirt back on. Her locket was missing. “My locket, it’s gone. I’ve got to go look for it.”
“The police will take care of that.”
“No, you don’t understand. My daughter gave it to me. It was a surprise. She worked sweeping out the schoolroom when I was away and got the nuns to order it for her. She picked it out from a catalog.” Diane started crying.
“She was only six years old. I have to find it. You don’t understand, she. . she died, and she gave it to me.” Out of context, she knew her story didn’t make much sense, but she couldn’t find the words to explain it any better. The woman probably thought she was crazy.
“I’m sure the police will find it.” The nurse’s voice was calm and soothing.
She must deal with hysterical people in the emergency room all the time, Diane thought.
After almost an hour and a half, she was taken to be x-rayed; she waited another half hour to see the doctor. The doctor on call told her nothing was broken but he was concerned about her right kidney. He thought it was only bruised, but would like to keep her overnight.
“Fine,” Diane told him, and after another hour she was taken to a private room. Coincidentally, on the same floor as Star. All during that time, no policeman showed up.
The floor nurse gave her one of the nightgowns with no back, and as she removed her bra, the locket fell to the floor. She snatched it up and cried. The fastener was broken, but it could be fixed. When she got in bed she put it under her pillow in the small case that held her driver’s license.
In about an hour, another nurse came in to take her blood pressure. It was Loraine Washington, the nurse who had helped Star.
“Didn’t I just see you in here visiting a while ago?”
Diane explained what had happened.
“Right after you left here? That’s terrible. Right at your own front door?”
“Thanks for taking good care of Star. A lot of people are pretty down on her right now.”
“I always say a person is innocent until proven guilty, and if they do turn out to be proven guilty, then how you treated them is about the kind of person you are, not the kind of person they are.”
“Those are nice sentiments. Can I quote you?”
“Certainly.” She handed Diane a couple of pills and a glass of water. “These will help with the pain and help you sleep.”
Diane swallowed the pills and lay back on the pillows. “I could use a good night’s sleep.”
She expected nightmares, but as far as she remembered, she didn’t even dream. She woke up in the morning almost too sore to move, but she managed to make it to the bathroom. She took a quick shower but had to put back on yesterday’s underwear. If she’d been thinking, she’d have grabbed a change of clothes while she was at her apartment. But they’d probably release her today.
Breakfast arrived while she was showering. Cereal, eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. She ate the cereal and drank the juice. As she finished, a policeman, Izzy Wallace, arrived with his partner. He walked in the door looking sheepish.
“I wanted to apologize, Dr. Fallon, for the misunderstanding. Frank told me. . well, about your experience. We’re sorry too, we didn’t get here last evening. A lot of things going on in town last night.”
Diane felt too sore to argue with anyone at the moment. She merely nodded.
“Can you tell us what happened?”
Diane explained about the attack, and no, she didn’t see a face, but he was male. Why? Because she saw him running and it was a male and he was strong. “He was around six feet tall,” she said.
“How do you know that?” asked Izzy’s partner.
“He was taller than me. He ran past the cars. I could tell where the top of the cars came to on him.”
“Did you hear his voice?”
“No, he didn’t say a word. He did make sounds when I kicked him, pulled his finger back and bit him, but nothing I’d recognize.”
“How about smells? Did you notice anything distinctive?”
Diane thought for a moment. “No. No, I didn’t.”
“You say he took your purse?”
“I assume so. It was gone.”
“What was in it?”
“My checkbook, keys, about twenty-five dollars, lipstick, a notepad.”
“Credit card, driver’s license?” prompted Izzy.
“I carry them separately in a pocket. A habit I picked up from traveling.”
“A wise thing to do. We’ll probably find your purse dumped somewhere and empty. I doubt we’ll find the guy. Just nothing to go on.”
“What if it wasn’t a mugging? What if it was connected to the bones?”
“Bones? Oh, the bones. You think it might be?”
“I don’t know. It’s a possibility.”
“Has anyone threatened you?”
“You mean, besides the mayor? No.”
Both Izzy and his partner looked sheepish again.
“Or it could be related to the break-in at the museum. Have you found any leads there?”
“No. That’s a dead end right now. Since nothing was taken. .” He let the sentence trail off. Diane knew they weren’t following up, but she couldn’t resist making him feel uncomfortable.
“We’ll do what we can,” he said. “I’m supposed to be going off duty, but I’ll go over to your apartment house and look around. Maybe he dropped something or somebody saw something.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Be a good idea if you have your locks changed,” he said.
After they left, a doctor, a gray-haired, athletic man who looked to be in his early sixties, came in.
“Dr. Fallon, I’m sorry to see you under these conditions.”
Diane recognized him as one of the contributors to the museum.
“Dr. Renner, isn’t it? You were at the museum contributors’ party.”
“Yes, I was there with my wife, and we thoroughly enjoyed it. We can’t wait until it opens to the public so we can take our grandchildren. This town needs a place like that. I understand there will be a restaurant too.”
“Yes.”