So where do you think Dr Donna is...

I muttered a greeting to Ruby and ran into the office, trying not to look at Walt's empty desk. I recalled fining all the sticky notes piles in his top desk drawer reminding him to " call the Doc" Right now my main concern was fining out what that 911 caller said and then tracking down Dr Donna.

" Sorry I'm late, the car stalled" Ferg said. " By the way, is Cady all right?"

" Took her home after lunch, " I said " now let's see the transcript of the 911 call made to Walt's cabin.

Ferg pulled a piece of paper out of a folder and we scanned it. Apparently the caller, a female of unidentifiable age nor race said that 'two shots rang out' at Walt's address.

"Shit, all we know from this is the time the call was made and that the caller is female. Not a whole lot to go on."

"One of us should go to that doctor's house and workplace, see when the last time she was seen ," Ferg said.

I nodded.

"Probably should check out the workplace first, if they have seen her today that's a good sign. But I think we should make the house call together, because allegedly the good doctor has a 'stalker'. "

"Is that the reason her prints were all over his cabin,?" Ferg asked me.

"Yeah, Walt and I responded to a call that she was being followed. Someone blew up her van. Walt didn't want her to be alone, soooo…"

" I saw her her ID she's pretty." Ferg commented.

I rolled my eyes back into my head. " "Let's just focus on finding the bastard who shot Walt. Ballistics would be very helpful, have you heard from CSI?"

Ferg shook his head. "They said they're backed up and they will call you whenever the results come in. "

"I'm gonna go to the VA clinic and ask about the doctor. Then I am gonna go back to the cabin and search for the sidearm again. He wouldn't just lose his gun, not Walt"

Ferg nodded in agreement. "I'll call the Cumberland sheriff and see if we can borrow Eamon. "

"Shit, Ok, thats probably a good idea. Thanks, Ferg."

I turned around and walked right past Ruby , down the stairs and into the Wyoming afternoon sunshine. It was quite a drive out to the Veteran's Administration , and I needed the time to think. With one hand I rolled down the window and let the fresh air calm my frazzled nerves. I wish Ferg hadn't mentioned the Cumberland cop to whom I'd thrown myself in a misguided effort to make Walt jealous.

" I don't want to be a pawn in whatever dynamic is going on between you and Walt Longmire," Eamon had said.

Damn, why did I even try? No one can replace Walt Longmire in my heart.

The VA office was crowded. I parked the truck and meandered through a sea of vehicles to the front door. Men lined the small, shabby reception area and several oogled my ass when I walked to the window to speak with the receptionist.

I flashed my badge.

" Deputy Moretti. Is Dr Donna in?"

The woman looked up from her computer screen.

"Do you have an appointment , ma'am?"

I could feel the steam emitting from my ears.

" I am a COP, investigating the shooting of the county sheriff. I NEED to know when was the last time she came in to work.

The woman clicked a mouse on her desk.

" Um, Dr Monahan was in all day yesterday. She left at 4."

" Has she called in sick today?" I asked

"No. Which is unlike her. She's usually so dedicated to her patients.

"I am gonna need to see her office."

"I'm sorry, Deputy, do you have a warrant?"

Shit. The warrant. I knew I'd forgotten something.

"Give me a couple hours, and you'll have your warrant," I left the clinic and called Ruby back at the station.