Page 104 of Random in Death
She pushed the door open.
The doctor, an oddly perky-looking blonde in her white coat, and the nurse, green scrubs, fuzzy gray hair, both turned.
“Miss, you can’t come in here.”
Eve held up her badge to Dr. Perky. “Lieutenant, and I’m in here.”
Two women, both middle forties, flanked Kiki. The kid’s face, likely pale to begin with given the half a mile of red hair, looked nearly translucent. Pinprick pupils told Eve at least some of the heroin had gotten into her.
“How are you feeling, Kiki?”
“I don’t feel so good.”
“I’m sorry about that, but really glad to see you. You’re her family?”
“Her moms,” the women said in unison.
“That’s an impressive bruise you got there on your arm, Kiki. How’d that happen?”
“Slipped off my airboard this afternoon, banged my arm good. Really hurt. Hey…” She gave Eve the smile of the high or drunk. “Are you Marlo Durn?”
“No.”
“Look just like her.”
“I get that sometimes. Ah, Moms, I’m Lieutenant Dallas.”
“Ooooh, you’re the other one. She’s the other one, Mom.”
“Yes, I know.” The one on the left spoke first. “Connie Rosenburg, and my wife, Andrea Harris. It’s like what happened to those two girls, isn’t it?”
“Kiki’s going to be fine,” the doctor said, then looked at Eve to repeat it. “She’s going to be fine. Why don’t we step out for just a minute?”
“Sure. I need to talk to Kiki.”
“Yes.” Andrea gripped her daughter’s hand. “She was with her brother and some friends. We sent them all down to the family waiting room.”
“I’d like to talk to them, too.”
“Please.” Connie gripped Kiki’s other hand. “We want to know what happened. Or could have. Because you’re going to be fine, Kiki doll.”
“I did some mega puking,” Kiki told Eve.
“Glad to hear that, too. Officer, with me.”
She stepped out with the doctor, nodded at Roarke.
“You and your partner can take a break,” she said to the officer, then turned to Dr. Perky. “Are you going to release her?”
“Not tonight,” the doctor said. “I want her overnight, observation, and another round of treatment.”
“Take a break,” Eve repeated to the officers. “Then you’re on the kid until you’re relieved. Take thirty now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Eve turned back to Dr. Perky. “I need to talk to Kiki. And I need her tox screen.”
“Understood. Dr. Myler.” She extended her hand. “I’ll arrange for a copy of the tox screen as soon as possible. I want you to talk to Kiki. I’m thrilled you’ll be able to talk to Kiki. Her moms just need a few minutes with her.”