Dr. Clement was about to disappear, but then with her hand on the doorknob she turned and asked, “How’s tummy time going?”
“Tummy time?”
“I told you at the hospital that you have to put her on her tummy for at least an hour every day.”
Who remembers anything that happened a month ago?
“She’s not even awake for a full hour,” I said desperately.
“You have to do it in ten-minute increments. Ten minutes here, ten minutes there, it adds up.” She wagged a finger at me. “Remember, tummy time is going to give Laurie the skills she needs for rolling over, sitting, and crawling.”
I suddenly felt anxious. I was blowing it for Laurie! Could she already be behind at only four weeks old?
I nodded at Dr. Clement, who nodded back at me as she strode out the door.
I looked at my watch. All of two minutes had passed, most of it spent lecturing me. If she spent only two minutes with each patient, what in the world had she been doing when I’d been sitting in the waiting room for forty-five minutes?
Before Laurie was born, I spent a good deal of time interviewing pediatricians. I had liked Dr. Clement the best. She had taken her time during the process and had patiently explained the first steps I’d take with Laurie. Now I wondered if all the time I’d spent in her waiting room, she’d been recruiting new patients instead of tending to existing ones.
At least we didn’t have to come back for another month. It would be nice to have a month off from doctor’s visits. Except, of course, for my own. I still had to schedule that one. I knew I was avoiding it because I didn’t want to go back to work. I pulled out my to-do list and added “tummy time” and the ob-gyn appointment.
From the pediatrician’s office, I headed across the street to the hospital. I hated bringing Laurie into the hospital but rationalized that it wasn’t much different from Dr. Clement’s office.
I asked about Galigani at the front desk and was directed to the cardiology department.
Cardiology?
Not poisoned!
No one had tried to murder Galigani. Relief washed over me. Definitely reassuring, especially if I was going to consider poking my nose around some more in Brad’s affairs.
When Laurie and I arrived at his room, he was propped up in bed, connected to several flashing beeping monitors at his chest, oxygen tubes in his nose, and a remote in his hand. What is it with men and remotes? He was watching Fear Factor.
Ah. Daytime TV.
“What, no Days of our Lives?” I asked, gently tapping on the room door.
Galigani’s face lit up. “Come in.”
He put the TV on mute! I tried not to be offended. After all, if I wasn’t captivating enough, even during labor, for my own husband, I couldn’t expect a perfect stranger to turn the TV off.
I shuffled Laurie’s bucket onto a chair.
“Let me see her,” Galigani said.
I tilted the bucket up to show off a sleeping Laurie, who managed to pry one blue eye open and peer at Galigani.
“Adorable. Thank you. Makes me feel better to see such a sweet face.” He paused, taking inventory of the monitors around him. “Had a heart attack. They said the person who dialed 9-1-1 saved my life.” His eyes shone. “I think a ‘thank-you’ is in order.”
Laurie cooed and kicked as if to say, “You’re welcome.”
“They’re not going to release me quite yet. I have to have open heart surgery. Bypass. Not out of the woods yet.”
“Is there anyone I can call for you?”
“I’m on my own.”
Where was his family?
I nodded. “When’s the surgery?”
“Scheduled for tomorrow.”
I patted his hand in reassurance. “You’re going to be fine.” I dug out Galigani’s notebook from the ever-present diaper bag and placed it on his nightstand. “This belongs to you. It fell out of your car yesterday.”
His eyes lingered on the notebook. “Doc says I need to slow down. No more tracking down murderers.”
“You’re dropping the case?”
“Yep. Got to. Doctor’s orders.”
“Is there someone in your office who’ll take over?”
His mustache twisted up. “I work alone. Partners aren’t what they’re cracked up to be.”
McNearny had been his partner. What had happened between them?
“I went by your house yesterday to tell you I’d found your brother-in-law.”
“You did!”
Galigani laughed. “Don’t sound so surprised, okay? I’ve been doing this a long time.”
“Sorry. How is he? Where is he?”
“Alive and kicking. I found him at Pier 23. Claims he was with Michelle Avery on the night Brad was killed.”