“That’s telling him,” I said. “Buckle up and we’ll try to find The Clinic.”
THIRTEEN
IT WAS THE middle of the day and Route 1 wasn’t especially challenging. No gridlocked traffic. No nutso drivers weaving in and out of lanes trying to cut three minutes off their drive time. No one giving everybody the finger because they had a crapola day at the office. I cruised along, following Lula’s directions.
“It’s coming up,” she said. “Take the next light and you’ll be on Willow, and then turn onto Deeley.”
We were in one of the many light industrial complexes that line the highway. Most of the buildings were medical arts. A plumbing supply company. A FedEx facility. And The Clinic was off by itself at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was a medium to large two-story stucco building painted a sick green. There were no cars in visitor parking. No lights shining from any of the windows. No signs indicating what sort of clinic it might be. I parked to the far side and we sat looking at the building.
“According to Susan Cubbin, Nurse Norma spends two hours a day here,” I said to Lula.
“It’s kind of out of the way of the hospital.”
I called Connie and gave her the address. “See if you can find something called The Clinic.”
Five minutes later Connie called back. “It’s a private clinic for surgical recovery. Usually that means it’s a spa type facility where wealthy men and women can hang after cosmetic procedures like face-lifts and liposuction. Two doctors are listed on staff. Abu Darhmal and Craig Fish.”
“Anything else?”
“I did a superficial search. Do you want me to go deeper?”
“Yes, but there’s no rush.”
I pulled the key out of the ignition. “Let’s go say hello.”
“Okay, but if I get one whiff of hospital cooties I’m out of there.”
I walked to the door and looked inside. Small vestibule. Dark. The front door was locked. I couldn’t see beyond the vestibule.
“You sure Nurse Norma comes here?” Lula asked. “Don’t look like nobody’s home.”
I rang the bell and waited. I rang a second time. Nothing. We walked around the building, but the blinds were drawn and we couldn’t see in any of the windows. An underground garage entrance in the back was sealed off by a roll-down door. There was also a metal fire door in the back. It too was locked.
“Guess there aren’t a lot of ladies getting their fat sucked out today,” Lula said. “Business doesn’t look all that good.”
We went back to the car and sat there.
“What are we waiting for?” Lula asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m waiting for something to happen.”
“Looks to me like that could take a while.”
“I’d like to see what’s in this building.”
“You thinking it could be Cubbin? Like they could have him in here hanging by his thumbs until he tells them where he’s got the money stashed?” Lula said.
“It’s a possibility.”
“I bet I could get us in.”
“Yes, but you’d break something. There’s a keypad on the front door. At four o’clock Nurse Norma is going to show up and punch in her code.”
“And all we have to do is watch and get the code.”
I turned the key in the ignition. “I’m going to move the car to the next lot so Norma doesn’t see it, and then I’m going to come back and find a place where I can see the keypad.”
“You got binoculars?”