WHEN I ARRIVED AT THE hospital, I ran into the doctor who had treated me in the ER. “Hello there, Mrs. McGhie. Is everything okay? Have you been experiencing any side effects from the bump to your head? Those coconuts sure can be nasty.”
“It wasn’t a coconut,” I said under my breath.
The doctor examined my forehead. “It looks like it’s healing nicely. You were lucky the coconut didn’t hit you harder. So, why are you here?”
“There was another murder at the marina last night, and the victim’s wife was taken here. I wanted to check and see how she’s doing. I don’t think she has any family in the area, and we became close over the past few days. I figured maybe I could help.”
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate the company. The volunteers at the front desk can let you know where her room is.” She
