Chapter 8
Ft. Walton Beach, FL
Charles
I STARTED AROUND the room, opening some of the patio doors so that the sea breeze could air things out; then I went to the phone on the counter and dialed the office, punching in Rosemary’s direct number. When she picked up, I let her know that all was well at the beach and determined that there were no messages from Richard. I wasn’t particularly interested in any other items at the moment. Turning to Philip, who’d walked over to stand beside me, I said, “You probably just have time to call your doctor before he closes up shop for lunch.”
“Right,” he said, going to the telephone. He dialed a number, spoke to a nurse, told her he was out of town sans pills, and extracted a promise to have the prescription called to a pharmacy here in Fort Walton B
