‘Glad to see you’re feeling better, Miss Warshawski.’ She said dryly.
‘I thought I’d go home now, since the nurse won’t call the police.’
‘You must stay here another day or two. You must keep your shoulder still, so that the tear on the muscles is rested,’ the doctor said firmly. ‘You hit your head against the door as your car turned over. It’s badly cut, and you were unconscious for six hours. You mustn’t take risks with your health.’
I sat on the bed. ‘But I’ve got so many people to talk to.’
‘I’ll bring a phone in and you can make your calls.’
Tears filled my eyes. My head was aching. I lay back on the bed and let the doctor, but I was glad to be lying down.
The doctor brought a phone to me, and I phoned the Port. But the Lucella had already saided.