WAS THERE REALLY SOMETHING WRONG WITH ADAM?
It only took Donnie about twenty minutes to get back home. He was really proud of himself for being able to get Adam’s medical records, but at the same time felt nauseous. Donnie thought, If the receptionist at Adam’s doctor’s office had been aware at all of local current events, she could very easily have outed me. That would have meant the police would have gotten called and they would probably wonder why a defendant’s brother was accessing his medical records. Donnie felt a blast of hot bile rush to the back of his mouth. He reluctantly swallowed it and the amoebic mass burned as equally on the way down as it did on the way up.
Get a grip Donnie.
He gathered himself and got a glass of ice water and chugged it. He grabbed Adam’s medical records and sat at the dining room table. Donnie knew that Adam had been going to the same primary physician for over eight years. Adam’s medical records should provide data before, at the time of, and post-passing of his family.
Donnie opened the folder and set it down on the table. He started on each page included in the record. Previous to the time of his family’s death, there were primarily very routine medical reports. Every other year or so there was a significant cold or flu. There was an annual physical, which was perfectly normal, and a tetanus shot after a foot contusion Adam had gotten while his son, Dylan, and he spent a day at Wild Waves, in Federal Way.
The Forensics Professor continued reviewing the record, now focusing on the time around his family’s deadly accident. There were a couple of visits for cold and flu symptoms, but that was all. Donnie read the rest of the record and there was nothing else in the record, which would have indicated any mental illness or depression. There were no meds prescribed. No referrals to specialists, which would have been required for Adam’s HMO. Nothing. It was all a very normal medical record.
I think this shatters at least one of the potential motives that Angela had identified. I need to let her know that we shouldn’t spend a ton of time on this as a motive. We need to focus on motives, which should have a better chance of helping Adam.
Donnie pulled out his iPhone, and asked Siri, “Call Angela Braun.”
Siri responded, “Okay, calling Don Juan.”
“Goddammit Siri.” Once again he asked Siri, “Call Angela Braun.”
Siri said, “Okay, so you want me to call Angela John? Is that right?”
“Fuck you, Siri!” Donnie decided to go old school and just pull up Angela’s number in his contacts.
Angela answered on the third ring. “Hello.”
“Hi Angela, it’s Donnie Lutz. How are you?”
“I am fine. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know, I got Adam’s medical records from his primary physician.”
“Oh, excellent. You must have a Power of Attorney then?”
“Ummm, let’s just say I have the power of Adam’s driver’s license, and our handsome identical looks,” he chuckled when he said that.
“I didn’t hear that. Anyway, did you find anything out to help us?”
“Yes,” said Donnie. “I read every word from every page in the folder over the last eight years, and there was nothing there. Just standard stuff like the flu, tetanus shots, and annual physicals. Nothing at all about referrals to psychologists or psychiatrists. And no prescriptions harder than Amoxicillin.”
“Hmmm. Kinda blows the depression angle out of the water.”
“Yes, I think so. But at least we know we can focus our energies on other areas.”
“You are right Donnie. Do you want to regroup tomorrow and lay out explicit next steps?”
“I’d love that. Let’s meet at Von’s on First Avenue for happy hour at four tomorrow afternoon. If you get there first, save us a table.”
“Okay, Donnie. I really appreciate your help. I want to win this case.”
“Good night, Angela. See you tomorrow.”
I love her voice, he thought. As that thought was leaving his head, he felt all of the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a nervous current of butterflies erupting in his stomach.
(c) 2013 – 2016 Darin Hartley