We found Christy out in the hallway, standing by the nearest of the three phone booths. She was dressed as usual, in a black leather jacket, a T-shirt, and a black skirt. Her red hair was tied back, and her face was pale and tense.
She was holding a man by the scruff of the neck. He was called Sparky, and he was a local character. "He was trying to listen at the door," she said. "I know you were in there with the family, so I held him out here."
"Thank you, Christy," my employer said. "Sparky, how are you?"
"Oh, just fine, ma'am." He didn't sound convincing.
"The Mystery of the Other Patient" continues here, or you can start at the beginning