Free Diva Las Vegas by Eileen Davidson

look now?”
    He thought a moment, and then looked at me. We both said, “Google.”

Chapter 18
    We took out my laptop, put it on the coffee table and sat on the sofa with our knees touching. We got online, went to Google and waited.
    “There’s got to be a database of doctors,” he said. “All we’ve got to do is find it and put his name in.”
    I typed in doctor data base . Google corrected me and asked if I meant doctor database . I clicked on the correction and we got quite a few AMA listings. I just clicked on the first one and was immediately directed to something called Doctorseeker Usage Verification. Underneath it were some squiggly letters and numbers in a box.
    “What’s that?” Jakes asked.
    “Kind of a code,” I said. “They want us to copy it over, and if it’s right, they’ll let us in.”
    “Why? If this service is available, why make it harder for people?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “I understand computers just enough to know I have to type these letters into this box.” Which I did, then clicked on the SUBMIT button.
    The screen blinked and reappeared with this message in red— Error: The characters did not match the image. Please try again!
    “What did you do?” Jakes asked, annoyed.
    “I don’t know,” I said, just as annoyed. “I put the numbers in right, but it’s telling me I didn’t.”
    “Now what?”
    “They want me to try again with these numbers.”
    “Well, make sure you type them in right this time.”
    “I typed them in right last time.”
    “Just be careful,” he said.
    I carefully typed the numbers in.
    “See them?” I asked.
    “Yeah, they’re right.”
    I hit SUBMIT. We were directed to the Doctorseeker page.
    “Looks like a lot of ads,” Jakes said.
    “Yes, but here it says SEARCH,” I said, pointing to the top right-hand corner. “All we have to do is type in the doctor’s name and click on GO.” I put the cursor on GO and right-clicked my mouse.
    Eugene Reynolds generated 179 matches.
    “That many?” Jakes said.
    “Yes. But see, it says fifty-four percent match, fifty-three percent match. These here are results for gene-splicing experiments, gene patenting, and gene therapy. It’s only these seven top matches we have to be concerned with.”
    “Oh, okay. Seven’s not too bad.” He leaned forward. “I don’t see any addresses.”
    “Don’t you use computers at work?” I asked him.
    “Yes, and I have people who run them for me.”
    “So now I’m your people?”
    He leaned over and kissed me. “You better be.”
    “Move over,” I said. “We just have to click on the names.”
    I put the cursor on the first Eugene Reynolds and the name turned red. I clicked.
    “Wait, wait,” Jakes said, taking out his notebook. We clicked on all seven doctors, and he wrote down each addresses.
    “We got Chicago, San Francisco and Nashville,” he said. “Boston, Las Vegas, Seattle and . . .” I grabbed his arm.
    “Wait! Las Vegas? Barry has a home there. And Barry’s name is on some of the bottles! That has to be it!”
    “Las Vegas, huh?” He flipped through his notebook.
    I looked at the kitchen clock.
    “I have to pick up Sarah. . . .”
    “’Nuff said.” He got up. “Remember, I have people. In fact, one of those people is waiting for me now.”
    “What’s her name?” I asked, trying to be funny.
    “Len. We’ve got some work to do. And, by the way, you did well today! I’m impressed.”
    “You’re pretty impressive, too. In so many ways.” I pulled him toward me. “Thanks again.”
    “I meant what I said. It will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” He kissed me, and I teared up.
    I had my very own knight in shining armor! And he had a nice butt, too. We both headed out the door and into our respective vehicles.
    “I’ll call you later!” he yelled over to me.
    I blew him a kiss. Corny, but I was feeling it. We drove off in opposite directions.
     
    Sarah and my mom were both safely tucked in. But I couldn’t