Her Mr. Right?

“Of course, you aren’t. I mean, I didn’t think you would.”

“As soon as you sat in that chair, your shoulders squared, your chin came up and you looked at me as if I were the enemy. I’m not.”

But his saying it didn’t make it so.

He sighed. “Let’s start with something easy.”

She didn’t comment.

“You mentioned Anna Wilder works for Northeastern HealthCare. Has that caused a rift in the Wilder family?”

“You’d have to ask the Wilders.” Peter had come to her last month in confidence to talk over the situation. She was afraid she hadn’t been much help. Peter, David and Ella were on one side and Anna on the other. Every conversation they had seemed to push them further apart.

“I will talk to the Wilders,” Neil assured her. “But I just wondered if Peter, David and Ella are really all on the same side. They might portray a united front, but could one of them want to help their sister? Could one of them be feeding information to my office?”

This wasn’t the kind of questioning Isobel had expected. She’d thought he’d be asking about dollars and cents and patient charges.

Considering his question, she answered honestly, “I think it’s highly unlikely. Peter, Ella and David are very straight-forward in what they believe and they’ve all been vocal in how they feel about the takeover.”

“But it’s possible one of them could be sympathetic to Anna?”

She thought about her strong relationship with her sister, Debbie, and her brother, Jacob, and remembered what Ella had told her about the bonds between her and her adopted sister, Anna, when they were small. “I suppose it’s possible.”

Neil looked thoughtful and glanced down at the legal pad where Isobel could see a list of scratchings. She couldn’t make out most of the writing, but her name was clearly printed at the top.

“I understand no one objected when Peter Wilder temporarily took over the position of chief of staff.” Neil was fishing again. “Was anyone surprised when Peter didn’t keep the position? Were you surprised?”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure what Peter would do. I mean, I knew patient care was important to him. He’s the epitome of a caring doctor. Yet maintaining his father’s legacy was important, too. So I imagine the decision he made wasn’t easy. In the end, I guess he did what he knew would make himself happy, and that was taking care of patients. Why are you so interested in the Wilders?”

“Because they’re involved in everything—the running of the hospital, interaction with patients, the board, as well as their connection to the takeover. I imagine a family like that is not only respected but can make enemies just by being who they are. If, as you believe, the allegations my office is investigating have no merit, I have to look for other reasons why anyone would want me to give them credence.”

Could someone be feeding false information to the state Attorney General’s Office because he or she had a grudge against the Wilders? That was possible, Isobel surmised.

“Tell me about David Wilder. Why did he return to Walnut River?”

Isobel leaned forward and accused, “That’s another one of those questions you already know the answer to.”

A small smile played across Neil’s lips and she couldn’t seem to move her gaze from them.

“Indulge me,” Neil suggested once again.

“David’s a renowned plastic surgeon. He came back to Walnut River to help a little girl who needed reconstructive work done.”

“Not because of the takeover attempt?”

“I don’t think so. But I don’t know for sure. He probably knew about it but he was here to help Courtney’s little girl.”

“Courtney Albright who works in the gift shop?”

“Yes.”

“But she and David Wilder are now engaged.”

“Yes.”

“Do you know if his airfare was charged to a hospital account?”

“I don’t know. But if it was, there wouldn’t be anything wrong with that, would there? After all, if he was asked to come as a consultant—”

The beeping of Isobel’s cell phone in her purse interrupted them. “I need to check that,” she said. “It might be my father. With him at home alone—”

“Go ahead.” Neil didn’t look impatient or even annoyed, and that surprised her. Didn’t he want to get this questioning over and done with as much as she did?

She opened her phone, saw her sister’s number on the screen and became alarmed. What if something had happened to their dad?

“Debbie, what’s wrong? Is Dad okay?”

“Sorry to scare you, Iz. Dad’s okay as far as I know, but I need your help.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Chad had an away game and his bus broke down on the way home.”

Isobel’s nephew Chad was sixteen and hoping to get a baseball scholarship to college. Since his mom and dad had divorced two years ago, he’d become more quiet, more withdrawn. He obviously missed his father who had moved to the Midwest to take a better job and start a new life. Chad was a big help with his younger brother and sister but sometimes Isobel thought Debbie’s older son felt he had to take his dad’s place, and that could be a burden for a sixteen-year-old.

“What do you need?”

“Can you come over and watch Meg and Johnny while I go get Chad? I wouldn’t lay this on you but I can’t find anybody else.”

Isobel’s niece was six and her nephew was four. “I can come over but I’m in a meeting right now and I’ll have to stop and pick up Dad first. He’s been alone so much lately, I hate to have him spend the evening at the house by himself.”

“Isobel.” Neil’s voice cut into her conversation with her sister.

“Hold on a minute, Debbie.”

“What’s going on?” Neil asked.

Succinctly she told him.

“I have a few more questions for you but they aren’t as important as helping your sister. Why don’t I go pick up your father and bring him to wherever you need him to be?”

Isobel was stunned. “Are you serious? Why would you want to help?”

“Maybe because I’m a stranger in town and I have nothing else to do.”

Sure, Neil might just want to fill his time, but she saw a kindness in him she hadn’t seen in a man for a long while. Should she accept his offer? What would he expect in return?

“Isobel?” her sister called to her from the phone.