the following morning latto woke up with a terrible headache. he took a couple of aspirin and made himself some coffee. he put on a light blue shirt and some jeans, and sat outside his room. as he looked down on the beach,he could see a few people already playing volley ball. over to the right, in front of the coast Sanata Cruz hotel,there were about twenty surfers out on their surfboards.life here was very different.his home town of Melrose in the south of Scotland was small compared to Santa Cruz. it was not by the sea and the weather was often cold and wet, especially at this time of year. he smiled to himself and thought about why he was here. there were people at home who needed him, patients with Parkinson Disease who needed his help. At the moment that was far more important than sun, sand and surf. Latto realised that he had not checked his email since he arrived. he went back into his room,got his computer out of his suitcase,started it up and got onto the internet. Emails were just starting to appear when there was know at thedoor. he went and opened it. A young women and an older,rather unhappy-looking man were standing outside.the women spoke first. Mark Latto? she asked. Yes. Hi I am Sylvia Koning and this is Ray Molinaro. She put out her hand. Latto shook hands first with her and then with Molinaro Koning continued, We work, well, we worked with Deborah Spencer. She told us all about you.we have just been with Detective Martinez. he said you were staying here so we thought we should come should come along and introduce ourselves. Sylvia Koning was in her late twenties. she had long brown hair tied back, clear grey eyes and nice smile. she was wearing dark blue trousers and pink shirt. Ray Molinro was probably in his late thirties. he was wearing a white T-shirt, jean and light brown boots. he had thick black hair and circle under his eyes. Well, it nice to meet you, said Latto. Actually I was just trying to decide how to find you. Deborah talked about working with two other doctors. I knew you were called Ray and Sylvia, but she did not tell me anything eles about you. But then, I never thought ... Latto stopped talking. Nobody spoke for a moment. Then Latto said, It is a terrible business,her death, but ..... anyway, sorry,please sit down. Thet sat at the table outside Latto is room in the Californian sunshine. It is so sad about Deborah, began Latto.Are the police saying any more about what happened? Molinaro spoke for the first time. he had a high,rather thin voice. Yes, he said, the police scientists believe that Deborah had a heart problem and she just suddenly dropped dead. That what Martinez told us this morning. Strange, said Latto, shaking his head. I only met her once a couple of years ago, but she seemed so healthy, so full of life. She was, said Konning. And it is strange-but sometimes these things happen. Yes, said Latto. True.
It was quiet for amoment. ThenMolinaro spoke. Detective Martinez said you would had some trouble yourself last night. That is right, replied Latto, and started to explain about his visit to Deborah Spencer house in the evening.As he described what had happened with the man with the earring, Koning hand went up to her mouth. Oh! no!. she said . Her laptop! the book! You say the man stole Deborah computer?
What? Yes. Not under standing, Latto looked from Koning to Molinaro and back.
Deborah was writing a book, explained Molinaro. It was a book about what we do : our work with our patients, What helps them, what does not help them, and so on.
Oh! I see, said Latto. She had not told me that. But are you saying the book was on her computer?
Yes, said Koning , and that was almost certainly the only copy. But there must be other copies, said Latto, on CD or paper. Molinaro shook his head. There are not. She wanted to finish it first, than make copies for Sylvia and me to read. That is what she said. I told her computer broke down or someone stole it. But I am sure she never did. She just did not worry about things like that.
Koning put her head in her hands. I can not believe it, she said. All that work-just gone.
Molinaro looked at his watch, than at latto. I am sorry, he said. I have got some patients waiting for me.
Could I use your bathroom before I go?
the following morning latto woke up with a terrible headache. he took a couple of aspirin and made himself some coffee. he put on a light blue shirt and some jeans, and sat outside his room. as he looked down on the beach,he could see a few people already playing volley ball. over to the right, in front of the coast Sanata Cruz hotel,there were about twenty surfers out on their surfboards.life here was very different.his home town of Melrose in the south of Scotland was small compared to Santa Cruz. it was not by the sea and the weather was often cold and wet, especially at this time of year. he smiled to himself and thought about why he was here. there were people at home who needed him, patients with Parkinson Disease who needed his help. At the moment that was far more important than sun, sand and surf. Latto realised that he had not checked his email since he arrived. he went back into his room,got his computer out of his suitcase,started it up and got onto the internet. Emails were just starting to appear when there was know at thedoor. he went and opened it. A young women and an older,rather unhappy-looking man were standing outside.the women spoke first. Mark Latto? she asked. Yes. Hi I am Sylvia Koning and this is Ray Molinaro. She put out her hand. Latto shook hands first with her and then with Molinaro Koning continued, We work, well, we worked with Deborah Spencer. She told us all about you.we have just been with Detective Martinez. he said you were staying here so we thought we should come should come along and introduce ourselves. Sylvia Koning was in her late twenties. she had long brown hair tied back, clear grey eyes and nice smile. she was wearing dark blue trousers and pink shirt. Ray Molinro was probably in his late thirties. he was wearing a white T-shirt, jean and light brown boots. he had thick black hair and circle under his eyes. Well, it nice to meet you, said Latto. Actually I was just trying to decide how to find you. Deborah talked about working with two other doctors. I knew you were called Ray and Sylvia, but she did not tell me anything eles about you. But then, I never thought ... Latto stopped talking. Nobody spoke for a moment. Then Latto said, It is a terrible business,her death, but ..... anyway, sorry,please sit down. Thet sat at the table outside Latto is room in the Californian sunshine. It is so sad about Deborah, began Latto.Are the police saying any more about what happened? Molinaro spoke for the first time. he had a high,rather thin voice. Yes, he said, the police scientists believe that Deborah had a heart problem and she just suddenly dropped dead. That what Martinez told us this morning. Strange, said Latto, shaking his head. I only met her once a couple of years ago, but she seemed so healthy, so full of life. She was, said Konning. And it is strange-but sometimes these things happen. Yes, said Latto. True.It was quiet for amoment. ThenMolinaro spoke. Detective Martinez said you would had some trouble yourself last night. That is right, replied Latto, and started to explain about his visit to Deborah Spencer house in the evening.As he described what had happened with the man with the earring, Koning hand went up to her mouth. Oh! no!. she said . Her laptop! the book! You say the man stole Deborah computer?What? Yes. Not under standing, Latto looked from Koning to Molinaro and back.Deborah was writing a book, explained Molinaro. It was a book about what we do : our work with our patients, What helps them, what does not help them, and so on.Oh! I see, said Latto. She had not told me that. But are you saying the book was on her computer?Yes, said Koning , and that was almost certainly the only copy. But there must be other copies, said Latto, on CD or paper. Molinaro shook his head. There are not. She wanted to finish it first, than make copies for Sylvia and me to read. That is what she said. I told her computer broke down or someone stole it. But I am sure she never did. She just did not worry about things like that.Koning put her head in her hands. I can not believe it, she said. All that work-just gone.Molinaro looked at his watch, than at latto. I am sorry, he said. I have got some patients waiting for me.Could I use your bathroom before I go?
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