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has a less than sterling reputation.  Several of his patients have complained about procedures they’ve had done here.”
    I glanced around the room, noticing the pictures of clients on the walls - before and after photos.  Tummy tucks, nose jobs, boob jobs, the works.
    Carter looked at me with an odd exp ression.  “You seem enthralled with these pictures.  You’re not considering having something done to yourself, are you?”
    “Of course not,” I said, without much conviction .  “I mean, at least not right now.”
    There was a soft knock on th e door before it opened.  Dr. Neal was wearing a white buttoned down shirt with no tie.  His navy blue slacks were wrinkled and his loafers needed a shine.  He was handsome in a way but his face needed a shave.  His hair looked like it had been groomed with salad tongs.
    “Afternoon, I’m Dr.  Walker,” he said, barely making eye contact.  He flipped through the pages on the clipboard and blinked in confusion.  “You forgot to fill this out.”
    “I didn’t forget,” I said .  “We’re not actually here for a consultation.”
    Dr . Neal Walker blinked at me and I noticed his eyes were a bit bloodshot.  It didn’t take an overly observant person to realize that something wasn’t right with this guy.  In fact, I detected a whiff of alcohol on his breath.
    “I don’t understand,” he said , scratching his stubbly chin.  “You’re not with the Board of Health, are you? I haven’t had any complaints in the last few weeks.”
    “ No,” Carter said, gesturing for him to have a seat.  “We’re here to ask you some questions about Meagan Hart.”
    At the mention of her name, Dr . Walker almost tripped over his stool as he stepped back.  “Who are you guys?”
    “ We’ve been hired by Meagan’s ex-boyfriend, Mark Gillespie.  This will only take a few minutes and I’ll be happy to pay for your time.”
    Dr . Walker sighed heavily as he lowered himself onto a stool.  “Fine, but I don’t know anything.”
    “Were you and Meagan having an affair?” Carter asked, cutting to the chase. 
    “W h ..  what?” he stammered.  “Who told you that?”
    Carter mad e a half-hearted hand gesture.  “So, it’s true?”
    “Look,” he said, wipin g his eyes with his fists.  “I was fond of Meagan but, let me make it very clear, I never touched her.”
    Carter crossed his arms over his chest as if he wasn’t buying the act .  “Then why is your wife acting like she could not care less about what happened to her best friend? There’s only one thing I can think of.”
    Neal stood up abruptly.  “I think we’re done here.  I have patients waiting.”
    “ What patients are you referring to?” Carter asked.  “We were the only ones in the waiting room.  Your business is hanging on by a thread because you’ve botched several procedures.  Oddly enough, they’ve all happened in the past three months.  I find it interesting that before last November, you didn’t have one complaint in the eight years you’ve been a doctor.  How do you explain that?”
    Neal re fused to look Carter in the eye.  “I want you both out of my office right now or I’m calling security.”
    “C’mon, doctor” Carter said, flatly.  “We both know you don’t have security.”
    “Well, I’ll call the cops, then .  Either way, I’ll have you thrown out of here.”
    “That’s not necessary,” Carter said .  “Sarah and I will be leaving, just as soon as you answer one last question.”
    Neal lifted his hands in exasperation .  “What?”
    “Did you ever give drugs to Graham Taylor in return for sexual favors?”
    Neal’s eyes practically popped out of his head.  “Okay, that’s quite enough.  Get out of my office right now.”
    Carter reached into a wallet and found a fifty-dollar bill.  He placed it on the table.  “That should cover the ten minutes.”
     
    It was almost 5:00 as Carter drove us back to my apartment.  He hadn’t