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Part 7 - Medical Affairs

7:15pm, still Monday, April 16th.

"Well, guys," I said, "I hope you don't have to do your taxes tonight." They were due the next day, April 17th, as the 15th was a Sunday.

Jerome Davis and Teddy Parker were at their desks. They'd put out an APB on Paul Escandes. They and Myron Milton were gathering information on him, and Myron was also gathering more information on Susan Carrera.

"Yes sir," said Joanne with her happy grin, "I filed my returns, reporting my many millions in Police salary already." Everyone chuckled.

"You've been hanging around Rudistan too long." I said. Just then the Duty Desk Sergeant came in and said that Susan Carrera was in I-A. "Warner, Washington, the sooner you get this wrapped up, the sooner we can go home."

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It came as no surprise to me that Mr. Gibson Stelling was in I-A with Susan Carrera. When he took Dennis Ridley to her place to get Ridley's car, saw the redoubtable Sergeant Tango, our drug dog, happily sniffing through her place, and then saw that Sue not there, that was Stelling's first clue that she might be visiting Police Headquarters. And he immediately rushed back to HQ to represent her. Billable hours those would be, I rather nastily thought to myself.

"Read her her rights." I told Theo the minute I saw the legal eagle. Theo nodded. Once in I-A, he introduced himself and Joanne, then read Sue her considerable legal rights.

"Ma'am," said Joanne Warner, "do you know a man named Dennis Ridley?"

"Yes." said Susan.

"How do you know him?"

"Professionally or personally?" asked Susan.

"Both." said Joanne, throwing Susan a cold look that suggested Susan not play games with Joanne.

"Professionally," Susan said, "I'm in medical marketing and Dennis is in medical sales. Personally, we're unofficially engaged to be married."

"Even though he's married now?" asked Joanne.

"He's going to divorce his wife," said Susan, "and marry me."

"Has he filed for divorce?" asked Joanne.

"No, not yet." said Susan. "He's been in consultation with attorneys, and is getting some things in his life straightened away before filing the papers."

"What things are he getting straight in his life?" asked Joanne.

"You'll have to ask him that." said Susan. "I don't have the details, nor is it my place to say."

"How long have you known him?" asked Joanne.

"Several years, now." said Susan. "We've been seriously dating for the last two years." Joanne turned to Theo.

"Ms. Carrera, or is it Mrs.?" asked Theo.

"Ms." said Susan. "I'm not married."

"Have you ever been married? Any children?" asked Theo.

"What does that matter?" asked Susan. "And what's this about? I only heard from my attorney that it's something to do with Dennis, and I have Police going through my house with a dog, and taking everything in my medicine cabinet."

"Mr. Ridley is a person of interest in an investigation involving finding a bottle of Tylenol spiked with narcotics." said the lawyer Stelling. "They're talking to you about your relationship with him." As I watched from the anteroom, I wondered why Stelling was telling her in this manner, rather than have a private conversation with her, to which they were entitled.

"Once again." said Theo. "Have you ever been married? And do you have any children?"

"No, and no." said Susan.

"We're just hoping to clear this up as quickly as we can." said Joanne. "Which is why we're asking these particular questions. So you're in medical marketing... do you sell pharmaceuticals?"

"Heavens, no." said Susan. "I have my own business. I'm hired to make presentations for companies at big medical events and conferences. We create kiosks for them to use, help them prepare speeches and presentations, make follow-up contacts for them. Most of our clients are smaller companies that don't yet have large marketing departments."

"Sounds good." said Theo. "And again, you don't come into contact with actual chemicals, or drugs?"

"No." said Susan.

"Do you know Dennis's wife, Patricia?" asked Theo.

"Yes, I've met her. She's in medical sales also... and she is in chemical and pharmaceutical sales." said Patricia. "And she's one mean, conniving bitch... oh, sorry for the language, but that's what she is, so sorry to say."

"What about Zack, Kayseri Escort their son?"

"He's a sweet boy." said Susan. "Quiet, well-mannered whenever I've seen him."

"Ma'am," asked Theo, "who are your husband's divorce attorneys?"

"I'm not sure." said Susan. "I think the Men's Law Firm of Effim, Goode