Page 47 of Sentinel's Kiss
Reynolds’s eyes slid away. “No, no, no.” He shook his head. “No.”
That was a lot of nos. She was going to have to check to see if any local police or hospitals had ever reported fixing someone up from here. That was going to be a research nightmare. “Have you ever had to call an ambulance for an accident?”
He shook his head. “We have an impeccable safety record and on-staff medical personnel.”
Yeah, it was going to be difficult to find anything. Yet that niggled at her. Reynolds’s reaction was too quick and forced. She brought the interview around to safer topics and by the time she wound it up, he was back into his stuffy lord-of-the-manor mode.
“Thank you for your time today. Do you mind if we wander around a bit and take in some more of this beautiful scenery?”
“Please do. Just stay off the trails. We do have hunters in the woods. Safety first,” he reminded her with a wink.
They walked back to the lodge and said their goodbyes.
After Reynolds left them, Ashley said, “I want to see if we can talk to the doctor on duty and see if the accident quotient that Reynolds is so proud of is as good as he says it is.”
They did a final wrap-up shot, where the porch and the booze were visible alongside the shotguns, and after asking around, were pointed in the direction of the medical offices.
“I’m going to head back to New York,” Harry said. “I’ll drop everything off at the studio and give you the access codes for editing.”
“Thanks, Harry,” she said. “Drive safe.”
They helped him stow the equipment and then walked down to the medical building. It was a log cabin that had a few antennas sticking out of the roof.
“I think we found the Wi-Fi,” Josh said.
“All the comforts of home,” she said. “What did you think of all that?”
“I think Reynolds knows more about the murders than he’s letting on and he’s terrified it’s either one of his staff or one of his members killing these women.”
“Why? Someone doesn’t like pregnant ladies?”
“It would fit the serial killer profile.”
Ashley nodded glumly. She still wasn’t any better off than she had been last week. Knocking on the door of the cabin, she felt a blast of cold air from the air-conditioning unit when a well-endowed woman in a naughty nurse’s outfit opened the door. Ashley felt the beaming smile that Josh flashed the woman and wanted to kill him. The nurse didn’t pay her the least bit of attention.
“Hello, did you hurt yourself in the woods?” the nurse asked, batting her eyes at him.
“Actually, ma’am, we’re here to do a story about the hunting club. She’s a TV news anchor.” Josh saved his ankle by motioning to her. Ashley had been about to kick him.
“Come on in.” The nurse looked over their shoulder. “Where’s your cameraman?”
“I’m him,” Josh said, pulling out his phone. “We do it all digitally now.”
The nurse nodded. “That makes sense.”
Ashley shot him a foul look behind the woman’s back as they followed her into the cabin. It was set up like a doctor’s office, that is, if the reception area were also in a high-end sports bar. There were wide-screen televisions and a fully stocked bar in the waiting area.
“Let’s sit here.” She patted the seat next to her.
Ashley took it and she pouted, but then perked up when Josh pointed his camera at her.
“I’m Leslie Canton. I’m a nurse.”
“Is there a doctor on the premises?”
She shook her pretty blond hair. “No, but there is one on call in case of anything major.”
“What type of ailments do you see around here?” Ashley asked.