Mischief in Mudbug (Ghost-in-Law, #2)(47)

Helena glared at Sabine. “You skinny broads are all the same. You don’t think fat people should dress fashionably.”

“No. I don’t think fat people should show their fat. There are plenty of fashionable tops that don’t let your stomach hang out.”

Helena stuck out her tongue, complete with partially-chewed jerky. “Anorexic.”

“Glutton.”

Helena grinned. “You got me there, but damn, do you realize I’ve eaten over six thousand calories a day for the past week and haven’t gained a pound? How many people get that opportunity?”

“You could also jump off the roof of the hospital and not die, but I don’t see you racing up the stairs to try that.”

“Where the hell’s the fun in that? I’m just doing things I would have liked to do while I was alive. I don’t recall ever wanting to jump off a building, although I would have probably pushed a person or two.” Helena frowned for a moment, and then her face brightened. “Hey, what do you think the odds are I could find a way to have sex? I didn’t do hardly any of that while I was alive. And now I wouldn’t have to worry about getting one of those CDs or anything.”

Sabine closed her eyes and counted to five. “STDs, and no, I am not about to start an escort service for the dead. It would be fraught with misery and no profit at all.” Sabine went to the door and peeked outside. “It’s clear. Let’s just get this over with.”

She stepped out into the hall, and a second later Helena strolled through the wall to join her. Sabine took one look at the ghost’s new wardrobe creation and almost choked. Helena glared and went off down the hall, the full nun’s habit she wore giving her the appearance of gliding. Sabine stared after her in dismay. The fat rolls were covered, sure, but somewhere in the heavens, Jesus was surely crying.

Sabine made the sign of the cross and followed Helena down the hall.

Since Sabine had been placed on the second floor, they opted for the stairs over the elevator, figuring it was the safest option to avoid detection. At the end of the hall, Helena motioned for Sabine to stop while she stepped around. “It’s clear,” Helena said and waved her on. “The records room is at the end of this hall. I hope this time goes better than last.”

Sabine’s mind raced with arguments against what she was about to do, but her feet continued to move, one in front of the other, until finally she was at the end of the hall, standing behind the largest penguin she’d ever seen and watching her struggle with the ancient lock.

“Finally,” Helena said when the lock turned at last. She pushed the door open and slipped inside, Sabine close behind. “The Dead records are on the last row. Guess that’s sorta fitting. All the living *s are on the first three. You start there and get some dirt on the Fortescues. I’m going to find my autopsy report.”

Sabine cringed. Dead records. That was rude.

Sabine slipped to the front row and looked down the rows of shelves until she’d located the F’s. Field…Fontaine…Fox. She looked beyond Fox but the Fu’s had started. She looked more closely, pulled each file out a little from the shelf. At the spot where the Fortescues’ files should have been, assuming there were any at this hospital, there was a single sheet of bright orange paper. Sabine pulled the paper from the shelf and saw that it contained a list of every member of the Fortescue family, alive and dead, and some she’d never heard of. Cousins, she supposed.

But where were the records? There must have been files at some time. Otherwise, why have a sheet of paper marking this spot? Sabine could understand medical personnel pulling a single file in order to treat a patient, but an entire family? That was just weird.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind and she moved to the next row. Landry…Lattimer…LeVeche. She pulled her file from the stack and opened it. She frowned at the results of her biopsy, but as she flipped through the file, everything seemed in order. Maybe the Fortescue files had been checked out for review.

She stepped over to the medical records manager’s desk and went through the files stacked on top. Nothing. She was just about to give up when she saw a sliver of orange peeking out from under a stack of paper in the In box. Sabine pulled the orange paper from the box and began to read, her heart beating faster as she read. It was an inventory of files stolen during the hospital break-in. There were a bunch of names on the list, but the ones that stood out to Sabine all ended in Fortescue. Everyone in Mudbug had assumed it was junkies that had broken into the hospital; only Sabine didn’t see any drugs on the list of missing items. Just medical records.

It wasn’t possible. The hospital break-in happened before she knew about the Fortescues, before Beau knew, before he’d even been hired. Something was very, very wrong with all of this. It couldn’t possibly be random.

“Hey.” Helena’s voice caused her to jump. “I need your help here.” Helena shoved a file in Sabine’s face. “The autopsy report is there, but I don’t understand all that medical mumbo jumbo. Can you take a look and jot down the important things? That way if you don’t understand it either, we’ll have something to show to Maryse.”

Sabine nodded, trying to get a grip on the situation. The last thing she wanted to do was let Helena in on more than she already knew. And Sabine needed to make some sense of everything before she could formulate an opinion, much less a plan. She took the file from Helena and sat down at the desk, pulling a legal pad and pen toward her.