laundry cart, and spun out of control.
“Help!” Judith cried.
But the only response was from Robbie the Robot.
“Beep, beep,” he uttered, and kept on going.
THIRTEEN
THE WHEELCHAIR SAILED into Addison Kirby’s room
and bumped up against his visitor’s chair. The journalist, whose broken leg was in traction, looked
apoplectic.
“What the hell . . . ?” Addison shouted. “Get out,
get out!”
“I can’t,” Judith shouted. “I’ve lost control.” Having come to a stop, she braced herself, trying to determine if the mishap had done any damage to the
hip replacement. To her relief, there was no new
pain. She offered Addison a piteous look. “I’m so
sorry. This wheelchair must be broken.”
Addison’s features softened a bit. “I didn’t recognize you right away. You’re Judith Flynn from next
door, right?”
Collecting herself, Judith nodded. “Yes.” She
paused to take some deep breaths. “It was my
cousin, Mrs. Jones, who saw the car that hit you. Do
you have any idea who was driving it?”
Addison grimaced. “Unfortunately, no. I barely
saw the car. It was one of those mid-sized models,
kind of beige or tan. It all happened so fast. Has
your cousin given a formal statement yet?” Addison
inquired.
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“Not in writing,” Judith said, finally managing to get
the wheelchair into a more convenient position.
Addison snorted. “I’m not surprised.”
Judith looked at the journalist with shrewd eyes.
“Part of the cover-up?”
“Is that what you call it?” Addison looked at her, a
quirky expression on his face.
“I’m beginning to think so,” Judith replied. “You
think so, too. Does it have something to do with
Restoration Heartware’s attempt at a takeover?”
Addison uttered a sharp little laugh. “You’re no
slouch when it comes to figuring things out, are you,
Mrs. Flynn?”
“Call me Judith. Figuring things out is about all I
can do while I’m lying around in bed,” she asserted.
Addison’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you
own a B&B on Heraldsgate Hill?”
“Ohmigod.” Judith, who knew what was coming
next, felt the color rise in her cheeks.
“You got some publicity on TV a while ago,” Addison said. “There was a murder at an old apartment
house not far from where you live. But if I remember
correctly, it wasn’t the first time you’d been involved in
