“I’m not employed by the Nurses’ Association.”
“That makes it easier still, doesn’t it? If you’re a freelance…”
“I’m under contract to Dr. Salzer. He runs the Salzer Sanatorium up on Foothill Boulevard. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”
I nodded.
“Is Salzer Maureen’s doctor?”
“Yes. At least I suppose he is. He never comes near her.”
“What’s he got, then—an assistant?”
“No one comes near her.”
“That’s odd, isn’t it?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions, aren’t you?”