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Chapter Five

Of course, all three of them had gone to the hospital, hoping that the man would be all right. They had taken seats in the waiting room and Doc had promised to come out there to let them know how his newest patient was doing.

“I hope he’s all right,” Hannah said, shifting a bit in her chair. “Did I tell you how nice and polite he was this morning?”

Delores nodded. “You told us, dear. This whole thing is very unfortunate.”

Carrie glanced at her watch. “He’s been in the emergency room for more than forty-five minutes. I hope it’s nothing terribly serious.”

“So do I,” Delores said. “From what Hannah told us, that poor man deserves a break. If he’s going to be all right, I might just hire him to tear down that shed when we’re finished moving our antiques to a larger space.”

“And I need someone to help me get down some boxes from the shelves in my basement,” Carrie agreed. “You have things for him to do, don’t you, Hannah?”

“I’m sure I do,” Hannah agreed. “And if I don’t, I’ll think of something. Florence might have work for him at the grocery store. He’s tall enough to help her rearrange things on her top shelves.”

They sat there in silence for a moment, thinking about the man they’d found and hoping he’d be all right. They didn’t really know him, but Hannah realized that they all wanted to know his story and to find a way to help him. She hadn’t been able to give Doc and his staff any real information on the man’s background. Since she didn’t know the man’s name, his identity, where he’d come from, or why he was in Lake Eden, everything about John Doe, the name Doc and his staff had given the man, was a complete mystery.

“I hope they can find out more about him,” Delores said, and Hannah suspected all three of them were thinking along the same lines.

“So do I,” Carrie agreed. Then she looked over at Hannah. “You’re good at solving mysteries, Hannah. Maybe you ought to take him on as your next project.”

“What a wonderful idea!” Delores agreed. “Hannah should stop getting involved in murder cases and concentrate on finding out more about our John Doe.”

“Here comes Norman,” Carrie said, smiling as she recognized the man who was walking toward them down the hallway. “I called him and asked him to give you a ride home, Hannah.”