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phone book had been left on my doorstep at some point after I moved in, I didn’t know the last time I had flipped through one. Instead, I headed over to my laptop on the corner desk to search there. Ever since the break-in and murder at my studio, I never left my laptop in the studio. Rather I maintained an area at home where I could work.
    The laptop went everywhere I went, well, between the studio and the apartment. I kept backups to my backups and made sure I was able to access all files no matter where I was. Nothing, not even murder, would keep me from supplying my customers with quality photos. After all, a woman has to be able to take care of herself.
    In a scant few minutes, I had Googled Dr. Zachariah Bloomberg of Briney Creek, North Carolina to find his offices were located on Vineberry Street, very convenient to the studio and home.
    “Lovely,” I said with displeasure.
    I phoned and got a voicemail system that directed me to press one for appointments, two for et cetera. I stabbed one feeling more and more agitated. Nothing like a prospective doctor’s appointment to ruin a mood. Then I cheered myself with the hope that maybe if the good doctor was breaking the law in some way, I could discover it within the first five minutes of entering his office and be on my way lickety-split. Yes, that seemed like a thing to hope for. At least it lifted my spirits.
    “Good afternoon, Dr. Bloomberg’s office. This is Lissa. How may I help you?”
    I kind of thought Lissa’s voice sounded familiar, but I was pretty sure I had never heard her name. “Hello, Lissa, this is Makayla Rose. I’d like to make an appointment to see Dr. Bloomberg if I may.”
    “O-oh, Makayla. Yes, of course.”
    I wondered at the stutter and how hesitant she sounded. The bright cheeriness had dimmed just a little. After all, it wasn’t as if I were the local salesman peddling insurance nobody wanted.
    I dismissed the tone of her greeting after she learned it was me and asked, “Are there any openings as soon as possible? I’d, uh, like to…get it over with.”
    “Was there a particular issue you wanted to discuss with the doctor?” Lissa asked.
    I cringed. Here was another thing I disliked about doctor’s visits. Why must the assistants ask such personal questions? “I’d rather discuss it with the doctor directly. Thanks.”
    For some reason I tensed, waiting for her to tell me very primly that if I couldn’t share with everyone, then I couldn’t share at all. Instead, Lissa said she would check her planner, which I assumed was on her computer, and sited the possible dates. I chose the following Tuesday before my visit with Edna so I could console myself with her baked goods just in case I was forced to go through with the appointment to its ultimate humiliation—me with my feet in stirrups.

Chapter Three
     
    Tuesday rolled around way too soon for my liking, and all of the night before I didn’t sleep well. Yes, that’s how much I dislike going to the doctor, especially a gynecologist. No matter if I had been seeing the family doctor for twenty years and he had brought me into the world as a screaming infant, to my mind, it was very odd for someone other than my lover to be in intimate places.
    Several times, I had almost called to cancel the appointment. After all, I had no guarantees this issue was real. Then I began to think what if Dr. Bloomberg was drugging women and doing unthinkable things to them while they were sleeping? This kind of violation had happened in the past for sure, and it was why there was always a female assistant in the room with the doctor. However, who knew if this particular doctor had gotten around the practice.
    So it was with great reluctance that I showered and dressed with the thought that I wouldn’t accept any drugs or pills while in the office and would demand an assistant be present at all times. My fears might mean I would negate the circumstances the letter writer hinted to, but at least