Part 9: Unforeseen Development
Didi closed the medical tome, stood, and stretched her arms above her head. Two weeks into her investigations into Laura Roslin's death and she was no closer to presenting a viable case before a judge.
She crossed her office to the whiteboard and picked up a marker, scribbling Laura Roslin's name on its centre. Next to it she wrote Commander Adama's name, and beneath, those of his son and son's wife. She linked Billy Keikeya to both Roslin and Anastasia Adama; and Doctor Sherman Cottle to both Roslin and the Commander.
"And where do you fit into all this?" she asked as she wrote the name Sharon Valerii on the board, linking the supposed terrorist's name to Keikeya and Adama.
She heard the door of her office open and shut. Her visitor's dull footsteps indicated they were male, or at least a female not wearing heels, which eliminated Didi's assistant, the only other person who would enter her office without knocking.
"I don't understand why she would stop seeing an oncologist and go into a Fleet Medical Officer's care," Didi commented without turning.
"To please her new lover somehow?"
"I'm not sure she was the type," Didi remarked as she pointedly wrote the names of the former President and Vice President on one side on the board.
Lampkin came up behind her and began to pin photographs next to the names on the board.
"Oh my Gods," she gasped.
"What?"
Didi scurried to her desk and read over a section in the medical book again.
"What?" Romo repeated.
She rustled around her notes and pulled out a photograph of Roslin wearing a headscarf.
"Diloxin," she whispered. "It causes complete hair loss."
"Yes," Lampkin agreed slowly.
"Complete," she stressed. "She still has her eyebrows and eyelashes. She never underwent diloxin treatment."