About the Author
Lia Farrell is the pen name of the mother and daughter writing team of Lyn Farquhar and Lisa Fitzsimmons, who live in Michigan and Tennessee, respectively. Both are life-long readers who are also dog lovers. Lyn owns two Welsh corgis and Lisa has one pug and a Siberian husky. Lisa works as a Muralist and Interior Designer and Lyn is a Professor of Medical Education. Three Dog Day is the third novel in the Mae December Mystery series, which began with One Dog Too Many and Two Dogs Lie Sleeping. For more information, go to liafarrell.net.
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On Lucy's computer screen the message from Dr. Estes read, "Chester Willis, 41, Caucasian, DOA July 4th. Cause of death: drug or insulin overdose, probable suicide."
"What the hell?" Lucy said aloud. She shared the office with other doctors, but there was no one else there in the wee hours to hear her outburst. Something about this wasn't right. She checked her tablet computer for her notes on Chester Willis' visit for the chainsaw injury. There it was: "Brittle diabetic, no known history of alcohol or drugs. Knowledgeable about his condition." She had spent over twenty-five minutes stitching Chester up, during which he displayed no signs of depression. He was the last guy she would have suspected of being a suicide risk.
She quickly wrote an email to Dr. Estes saying she had some questions and would be stopping down to see him about Chester Willis. As her finger was about to hit "send," she hesitated, knowing that the email might come across as challenging the ME's declaration on nothing more than her intuition. She had no evidence, but her gut said that something was very wrong about Chester Willis' cause of death.
She knew that patients lied to her, putting on a front to hide depression or saying they were not drinking or doing drugs when they were in fact using. But not Chester Willis. He had been looking forward to his remaining time with his father. She had seen insulin injection marks on his thighs when she stitched up his injury, but they were in a tight pattern--as diabetic injections should be. Chester had worn a short-sleeved shirt and shorts to the ER, and Lucy hadn't noticed any needle marks on his arms, where recreational drug injection marks would typically show up. Baffled, she hit "send" on the email and then quickly called her boyfriend--Wayne Nichols, Chief Detective of Rose County.
"Nichols," his sleepy voice said.
"Wayne, it's Lucy. Sorry to wake you. Just getting off shift. Something's come up and I want to talk to you about it."
"Okay," he yawned.
"I had this patient the other day; his name was Chester Willis, a diabetic with a deep leg laceration. He was fine when he left here and then came in DOA yesterday. I got Dr. Estes' report on email. He listed the cause of death as a probable suicide, caused by drug or insulin overdose. It doesn't fit. Chester was the primary caregiver for his ill father and knowledgeable about his diabetes. Plus, he didn't use recreational drugs. I've got a bad feeling about it. Could you drop by my house this morning?"
"Sure thing," Wayne said. "I'll see you later."
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