“Dr. Matthias L. Kade, M.D. Strythsford Medical
Clinic. L.A.” he read aloud, glancing at his partner, “phone
number: 213-426-9973.” He scrutinized the card for
several seconds before his eyes met mine again. “You’ll
pardon me for saying, but you look pretty young for a
doctor. Mind if I ask your age and specialization?”
“I’m thirty-two but am told I could pass for twenty
when smooth-faced, and I specialize in genetics and
abnormal diseases, though I’m also licensed as a general
health practitioner, as well.”
“You never did say why you were in New Haven,
Doctor,” Sykes bellowed from the door.
“Sight-seeing. I’m on winter holiday.”
“And when will you be returning to L.A.?” Grace
followed up from Sykes’ question.
“Today, actually. I’ve finished my business here
and am looking forward to getting back home.”
Grace looked over his notes and then exchanged a
satisfied look with his partner.
“That’s all we need, Mist– Doctor Kade. We
appreciate your cooperation. If you think of anything else
that could help our investigation, please don’t hesitate to
contact myself or Detective Sykes. The number’s on my
card.”
“Thank you, gentlemen,” I said cordially back,
taking the outstretched card and waving them to the door.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get dressed. My
flight.”
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