Page 77 of Diagnosis Attraction

“I think Lang’s death closes the case,” the detective said. “But I’d like an official statement from both of you about your involvement.”

“At the station house?” Matt asked.

“Yes.”

If we could just disappear, I’d go that route,Matt said to Elizabeth.But it’s kind of inconvenient not being able to get to our money.

And having a criminal investigation hanging over us.

Still, he wished to hell he could read the man’s mind. This could be a trap, or it could be the key to getting them out of trouble, but they’d still have to dance around the part about the women.

They followed Harrison to the station, agreeing on what they would say as they drove.

There was a bad moment when they went inside, and Harrison took them to separate rooms.

Matt saw the look of panic on Elizabeth’s face.

Just tell him what we agreed on. And if we have any questions, we can confer.

Harrison asked them each to write an account of what had happened since Elizabeth had crashed her car into a lamppost. He wrote about treating her, having Polly take her home, and Lang’s thugs coming after her.

He silently checked in with her several times, seeing that she was writing a similar account without using the exact words.

The part about the women was the hardest, but Elizabeth pleaded client confidentiality, and Matt said she had given him only minimal information about them.

Harrison came in to read Matt’s account and asked a few questions.

“So we’re cleared of any involvement in Mrs. Kramer’s murder?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding. “Thank you for taking care of this.”

“I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being manipulated,” Harrison said.

Matt kept his features even. “We’ve just told you what happened to us.”

“Uh-huh. Are the two of you planning to stay in the Baltimore area?”

Matt hesitated. He had been thinking about what they had to do next, but he didn’t want to share that with the detective.

“I think we’re going to try to decompress,” he said. “But we haven’t made any firm plans.”

“And while you were with Elizabeth, the two of you hooked up?”

“Yeah,” Matt clipped out.And I don’t want to discuss it.

To his relief, they were out of the police station a couple of hours after they’d entered.

Harold Goddard had checked his clipping service and online sources four times a day, looking for any item that might pertain to Matthew Delano and the woman named Jane Doe. He knew the doctor and his patient had disappeared after the nurse who’d taken in “Jane” had been murdered.

He also scanned through the online Baltimore Sun—where an interesting item caught his eye because it involved Dr. Delano. A crime boss named Derek Lang had been shot to death in a bordello he owned outside the city. One of his men had turned on him for unknown reasons. And another one had taken out the killer. Interestingly, he’d been using the same gun that had killed Polly Kramer, the nurse who had taken in Jane Doe. And there was another piece of information at the end of the story. The woman known as Jane Doe was named Elizabeth Forester.

Harold went to his Solomon Clinic database and looked up the Forester woman. He wasn’t surprised to find out she was on the same list as Matthew Delano—the list of babies born because of fertility treatments by Dr. Solomon.

As he read that information, the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He’d been putting together men and women from the clinic, and there were two of them who had found each other all by themselves.

What were the odds of that? What were the implications? What were they going to do next?

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