I sat in my kitchen that day late in May and pondered what I"d seen on the Doc"s memory stick. The lists, the client names, the hints of what had happened that night in November last year.
Now the cops had the computer and the memory stick, too.
Not before I"d copied it onto my laptop. Ha.
As I leafed through the files and the Word pages, the Excel sheets, the data entries, I noticed something a bit odd.
All the entries that were clues to who had an appointment at Doc"s clinic that night were unique to that particular Saturday. No other week had those entries. No other week made any mention of an MS or a Maser. The client lists were open and not always coded in every instance except that Saturday when Doc Hubert…
That seemed odd. Then I started digging a bit deeper. What are you doing
