Free Rogue Wave (The Water Keepers, Book 2) by Christie Anderson Page B

and pointed it across the room. “Last I saw, she went down that hallway with Dr. Jensen.”
    “Thanks,” I said hesitantly. I turned quickly away from the desk, worried I had bothered her. The direction the woman pointed to was also the direction of Dr. Jensen’s office. It seemed like the next logical place to look. I made my way down the hall and knocked lightly on his door. No one answered, but the door was unlocked, so I poked my head inside.
    When I determined the room was empty, I started to pull back through the doorway, but just before I closed the door, I noticed a tastefully wrapped gift on Dr. Jensen’s desk. I raised my eyebrows, wondering if it was something for my mother. There was only one way to find out. I hurried over to the package with a curious grin. The box was too big to be jewelry, too small to be clothing. I examined the cream-colored envelope attached to the burgundy ribbons, surprised to find it wasn’t my mother’s name on the card. It was mine. The handwriting was definitely not my mother’s either, so it had to be from Dr. Jensen. I wasn’t sure why he was buying me presents, but I certainly didn’t have a problem with it.
    Feeling even more curious, I lifted the box off the desk to get a better look. I moved it only an inch when I heard a small clank. I must have accidentally knocked something over on the desk. I moved the box to the side with my hand and froze when I saw the object behind it. It was a small, silver bottle, just like the ones Rayne used for the Healing Water. Seeing a vial like that anywhere but in Rayne’s own hand made me immediately suspicious.
    I looked at the out-of-place object in horror. Unless Dr. Jensen was also a Keeper, he shouldn’t have anything like this in his possession. Or was I jumping to conclusions? Maybe there could be a lot of reasons someone might have a little metal bottle like this. But when I saw the file folder lying next to it on the desk, with the name Miracle Water written in black marker on the tab, there was no question in my mind. Something wasn’t right.
    Without thinking, I threw the file open and started flipping through the pages. What was Dr. Jensen up to? The file was full of case studies, names and photos of patients with extensive notes on each. There were files on at least twenty patients being treated. It listed different dosages administered and the changes and progress of each person’s recovery. The patients’ ailments weren’t even similar to each other. There was a child with Type I diabetes, a middle-aged woman with breast cancer, an elderly man suffering from Alzheimer’s disease…the list went on.
    My heart thumped heavily in my chest. I wasn’t a doctor, but I’d been around my mother enough to know these illnesses weren’t easy to treat, and usually couldn’t be cured. Yet most of the case studies had a clearly marked note at the end of the file which said, patient fully recovered , with a date next to it. I looked closer at some of the dates. None of them showed treatments beginning more than a few months back.
    It had to be Healing Water. What other explanation could there be?
    A male voice came from the doorway. “I see you found your present.”
    I dropped the papers and jolted around in alarm. Dr. Jensen stood a few feet away, wearing a broad smile, not seeming the least bit worried about me being alone in his office or snooping around through his private things.
    “Oh, uh…yes,” I said trying to cover up my shaky nerves. I picked the gift up from the desk again. “This isn’t for me, is it?”
    Just then my mom came through the doorway. “There you are,” she said to me. “I was looking for you everywhere.”
    My shoulders relaxed at the sight of her, suddenly feeling safer with someone else in the room. “Sorry,” I said. “I was looking for you, too. One of the ladies up front told me you came back here.”
    Dr. Jensen put his arm around my mother. For the first time ever, seeing him