Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 45
…the patient is a mumbling, stammering, jittery mess with the look of a drug addict…
“Take the call, I’ll jump on the extension,” Constance runs up the stairs, excited about the only outside reference about the man since they came to Chicago, almost a week ago. She takes a backseat on the following conversation:
“Thank you Millie, put him through to me.” After an electrical buzz he prompts, “Hello Martin Kamen here?”
“A patient, is he about six feet tall with sandy colored brown hair?” Martin describes Willard’s physical countenance from the neck up.
“Why yes, as a matter of fact and the only thing of substance we can get out of him concerns the University of Chicago. He had a jam packed pocket protector with this telephone number on the top of the list.” Steinberg is attempting to piece together information that will lead to identifying a John Doe.
“Why yes, when we asked him to sign his name… and he couldn’t, I did notice that he was left handed,” something a friend can use to confirm the possibility of that being Libby.
“Left handed and if he did sign his name you would not have been able to read it,” hen scratching that he has spent the last 5 years having to decode.
“Well then perhaps he did write his name—-which you are telling me, is?”
“Why yes, he does have an intelligent look about him, but I can tell you that that’s where it ends. He is a mumbling, stammering, jittery mess with the look of a drug addict needing his fix.” Steinberg administrates a mental health facility. “I was playing a hunch, when I called your University about this patient. He exhibits the effects of electro-shock, not the addictive profile one would assume.”
“The only thing he is addicted to is his work, the half-life of the radioisotope Carbon-14.”
“My yes,” Steinberg’s short response to a surprisingly weighty subject. “What do you suggest we do with him; there is no one who would be his advocate?”