Janet McNulty - Mellow Summers 03 - An Apple a Day Keeps Murder Away by Janet McNulty
Authors: Janet McNulty
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anything, let me know.”
Calvin left shutting the door quietly behind him.
“Jerk,” said Jackie.
I knew she only said it to make me feel bet ter. I smiled at her effort, but it didn’t help much.
“Can’t cover all his bases,” said Rachel. As usual she appeared out of thin air.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Just that,” replied Rachel, flipping her braids. “People are good, but no one is that good. And despite all of the planning this person may have done, something always gets left behind.”
“Like what?”
“Like that piece of plastic you found in the room. Or that button,” said Rachel. “I’m certain they weren’t meant to be there.”
I considered what she said. It made sense.
“So, you’re planning to go to the Blood Drive tomorrow and do some snooping?” Rachel had a broad grin on her face. “I’m tagging along.”
“Actually,” I began, “I need you to make sure that Mr. Harrow doesn’t run into us while we’re checking out the blood bank.”
Rachel considered my suggestion for a moment. “I think I get what you mean. Consider it done. He will be off your back all day tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Rachel.”
Chapter 6
The next morning found us all dressed and ready to go to the Blood Drive. We took my car and headed straight for it. The early morning proved an uneventful time for the Blood Drive. I had my doubts over whether that would prove useful or not.
The nurses in the building lit up upon seeing us. They had two people in chairs hooked up to IVs and draining blood into bags. I cringed a bit at the sight. OK, so I get a bit squeamish around blood. Donating it isn’t one of my favorite things to do.
Crossing my fingers, I walked up to the lady behind the counter. “We’re here to donate blood,” I said.
She beamed. Sometimes I felt that vampires worked at blood drives. They always got so excited whenever someone shows up to give them their blood.
“I need you to fill out this form,” said the lady.
She handed me a clip board with a legal form on it. It asked the typical questions about your name and address. Beneath that was another slip of paper with all sorts of questions about your health, sex life, any diseases; you get the picture. She gave the same forms to Jackie and Aunt Ethel.
“ This is all so intrusive and personal.” Aunt Ethel looked suspiciously at the forms she was given.
Here we go, I thought. Maybe Jackie and I could break away and be back before her tirade ended. Unfortunately, her little fit didn’t last long. Jackie and I glanced at each other in disappointment. Our plan was not working.
“This way please,” said another nurse to me.
“I think I want to reconsider,” I said.
“Nonsense,” replied the overly joyful nurse. “There is nothing to fear.” She took my arm and steered me into a secluded area with a couple of chairs and a desk with medical equipment on it.”
“Are you pregnant?” asked the nurse.
“What? No.”
“Any sexually transmitted diseases?”
“No.”
“Have you engaged in sexual intercourse within the last twenty four hours?”
Didn’t I just answer these on the questionnaire? “No,” I replied. My impatience must have come through in my voice.
“I realize these are personal questions,” she said, “But I have to ask them before we can draw blood. Are you subject to dizzy spells or fatigue?”
“No.”
“Is there a history of anemia within your family?”
“No.”
The questions continued like this for the next five minutes until she had gone through her list.
“Now, I am going to prick your finger and take a sample of your blood to test its iron level,” said the nurse.
Before I could say anything she poked my index finger and wiped a drop of my blood on a stick of paper. Afterward she placed it in some machine. Once the bells and whistles stopped the nurse frowned.
“Unfortunately, Miss Summers, your iron level is too low. We cannot allow you to donate
Calvin left shutting the door quietly behind him.
“Jerk,” said Jackie.
I knew she only said it to make me feel bet ter. I smiled at her effort, but it didn’t help much.
“Can’t cover all his bases,” said Rachel. As usual she appeared out of thin air.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Just that,” replied Rachel, flipping her braids. “People are good, but no one is that good. And despite all of the planning this person may have done, something always gets left behind.”
“Like what?”
“Like that piece of plastic you found in the room. Or that button,” said Rachel. “I’m certain they weren’t meant to be there.”
I considered what she said. It made sense.
“So, you’re planning to go to the Blood Drive tomorrow and do some snooping?” Rachel had a broad grin on her face. “I’m tagging along.”
“Actually,” I began, “I need you to make sure that Mr. Harrow doesn’t run into us while we’re checking out the blood bank.”
Rachel considered my suggestion for a moment. “I think I get what you mean. Consider it done. He will be off your back all day tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Rachel.”
Chapter 6
The next morning found us all dressed and ready to go to the Blood Drive. We took my car and headed straight for it. The early morning proved an uneventful time for the Blood Drive. I had my doubts over whether that would prove useful or not.
The nurses in the building lit up upon seeing us. They had two people in chairs hooked up to IVs and draining blood into bags. I cringed a bit at the sight. OK, so I get a bit squeamish around blood. Donating it isn’t one of my favorite things to do.
Crossing my fingers, I walked up to the lady behind the counter. “We’re here to donate blood,” I said.
She beamed. Sometimes I felt that vampires worked at blood drives. They always got so excited whenever someone shows up to give them their blood.
“I need you to fill out this form,” said the lady.
She handed me a clip board with a legal form on it. It asked the typical questions about your name and address. Beneath that was another slip of paper with all sorts of questions about your health, sex life, any diseases; you get the picture. She gave the same forms to Jackie and Aunt Ethel.
“ This is all so intrusive and personal.” Aunt Ethel looked suspiciously at the forms she was given.
Here we go, I thought. Maybe Jackie and I could break away and be back before her tirade ended. Unfortunately, her little fit didn’t last long. Jackie and I glanced at each other in disappointment. Our plan was not working.
“This way please,” said another nurse to me.
“I think I want to reconsider,” I said.
“Nonsense,” replied the overly joyful nurse. “There is nothing to fear.” She took my arm and steered me into a secluded area with a couple of chairs and a desk with medical equipment on it.”
“Are you pregnant?” asked the nurse.
“What? No.”
“Any sexually transmitted diseases?”
“No.”
“Have you engaged in sexual intercourse within the last twenty four hours?”
Didn’t I just answer these on the questionnaire? “No,” I replied. My impatience must have come through in my voice.
“I realize these are personal questions,” she said, “But I have to ask them before we can draw blood. Are you subject to dizzy spells or fatigue?”
“No.”
“Is there a history of anemia within your family?”
“No.”
The questions continued like this for the next five minutes until she had gone through her list.
“Now, I am going to prick your finger and take a sample of your blood to test its iron level,” said the nurse.
Before I could say anything she poked my index finger and wiped a drop of my blood on a stick of paper. Afterward she placed it in some machine. Once the bells and whistles stopped the nurse frowned.
“Unfortunately, Miss Summers, your iron level is too low. We cannot allow you to donate
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