Page 31 of Lorna's Savior
“First, is this your letterhead?” Andy pulled out a piece of paper that he had made a copy of.
“It is. What’s going on?”
“Okay, the ex-wife informed the father of her child that said child had an accident on her bicycle. The results of that accident, her words, involved extensive psychological trauma, as well as extensive rehabilitation physical therapy was needed. My client set up a bank account to pay for these services. However, it’s been years, like twenty since the accident, that in my research only resulted in a broken wrist, and three stitches above the right eye. My client was informed by his former wife’s lawyer, that if he went to see the child, it would set back the doctor’s work with her.”
“Damn, that’s cold.”
“I thought so too. I’ve been able to obtain a copy of the records for medical care for this child. I was going to talk to Dr. Lawrence about them, however, I was wondering if I could ask you about them. I cannot make heads nor tails of them. Oh, and the child in question is now twenty-seven years old.”
“Okay,” Dr. Landon frowned and took the entire folder Andy handed to him. It took only until the second page before the doctor looked up, and glared at Andy. “Are you fucking serious?”
“As a heart attack. Those are the papers that my client receives on a monthly basis from the child’s mother’s lawyer.”
“Do you know what these are?”
“No.”
“These are for Botox injections. One is for a breast augmentation, another is for liposuction of the ass, then ass implants. All of this is for someone who wants to be medically enhanced. Do you happen to have a photo of the child?”
“This is of the child’s mother.” Andy handed over a copy of Kristen, he’d gotten from Annie.
“Yes, I can see where work was done on her. Now the child?”
Andy pulled his phone, accessed the photos, and passed the one he had taken of Lorna their last time together. He knew she didn’t know he had taken it, because she was sleeping in the photo.
“What a beautiful woman.”
“I know,” Andy sighed.
“All that paperwork is what that woman in the photo is telling her lawyer, and the woman on the phone’s father is wrong with her for her psychological rehabilitation.”
“They lied out their ass. And I see that Dr. Lawrence’s name is on these invoices. If not his name, then that is his code number he uses for billing his patients. I don’t know if he’s in on this scam or not, but I will get to the bottom of this. Thank you for bringing this to my attention.” Andy could tell Dr. Landon was mad, and he didn’t want to rock the boat any further.
“Those are copies if you’d like to keep them. Here is my card. Please, contact me if you have any problems, or need any more information. I can’t stress how important it is for you to get to the bottom of those documents, and contact me with the results.”
“Thank you, Mr. Ball. I will definitely let you know.”
“Just so you know,” Andy said as he stood. “It might not be Dr. Lawrence’s fault. In my investigation of Ms. Kristen Hepplewaite, I’ve learned that she’s lied, connived, and plotted to get money out of her ex-husbands. Personally, I feel this scheme is because she knows she can extract money from her daughter’s father, and when it comes to her, we doesn’t ask questions.”
“Ah, I understand. Let me look into this. I’ll tell you right now, if Dr. Lawrence has anything to do with these false charges, then this is grounds for him to lose his medical license. Just so I’m clear in my own mind, why did you want to talk to Michael?”
“Because, he was married to her at one time. I wanted to know why their marriage broke up.”
“Oh, I don’t know anything about that. I’ve been partners with him for the last seven years.”
“This was nine years ago and in the state of Montana.”
“Sorry, can’t help with that, but you can guarantee I’ll be getting to the bottom of this.” He held up the folder Andy had given him. After exchanging business cards, Andy left. Outside on the sidewalk, he looked at his watch, then after having an internal war with himself, he dug a card out of his pocket, hailed a cab, climbed in, and gave the driver the address. The closer he got, the more anxious he became.
Chapter 13
Andy had the cab driver let him out two blocks from his destination. He wanted to clear his head before he arrived. With no plans to fly back to Montana until the next day, he knew if he didn’t do this, he would be in some serious trouble. Slowing his steps, he looked around the neighborhood, and realized that it had changed since he’d left for the Marines years ago. He turned down a side street, and continued to walk. Once he arrived at his destination, he stopped and stared in awe.
“What the hell?” he whispered to himself. Standing outside of his parents’ all-natural shop that sold all kinds of sundries, was a line. A very, very long line. He walked up to the end and asked the people standing there.
“What’s going on?”
“What do you mean? What’s going on?” the woman in line asked.
