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Don and Michelle had thoroughly familiarized themselves with Pat's
earlier encounters with the Georgia justice system. They recognized
the eerie similarity between what had happened to the Crists and to Paw
and Nona Allanson. When Pat told Jim Crist about his mother's
"drinking," she had repeated almost verbatim what she had said about
Paw Allanson a dozen years earlier.
Susan and Bill Alford had led Don and Michelle back through the
eighties and into the seventies, reprising the horrible double murder
of Walter and Carolyn Allanson, the near-fatal poisonings of Paw and
Nona Allanson, and the glory that was once Zebulon.
The investigators were eager to take a closer look at those cases.
Pat had been convicted in the latter case-but she had walked away free
as a butterfly in the double murder.
But first they had to deal with the current case. It didn't matter how
many people said that Pat and Debbie were no more registered nurses
than they were brain surgeons; Stoop and Berry had to prove it. They
had to trace and identify the medications used to render Betty Crist
almost immobile and find out how they were obtained. And, perhaps the
most difficult task of all, they had to try to find the myriad
treasures that had disappeared from the Crist mansion on Nancy Creek
Road.
It was now almost two years after the fact in the most recent case
involving Pat. The D.A."s detectives didn't even want to think about
what it would be like to go back two decades on the homicides.
. . .
Don Stoop began by checking with the Naval Investigative Service, the
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Department of the Army's Criminal Investigation Command, the Georgia
Board of Nursing, the Georgia Board of Licensed Practical Nurses, the
Florida Board of Nursing, and the North Carolina Board of Nursing. He
was not particularly surprised to find that neither Pat Taylor nor
Debbie Cole Alexander was licensed in any of those venues as a
registered nurse, licensed practical nurse, or even licensed nurse's
aide. One doctor in Florida that Debbie had given as a reference,
claiming she had assisted him as an RN in the operating room,
apparently didn't exist at all; at least, no one by that name had ever
been licensed to practice medicine in Florida.
Pat Taylor had been trained at Horizon House to empty bedpans give
sponge baths, and keep her elderly charges company. Debbie Cole had
worked in a number of physicians' offices and had often called in
prescriptions to drugstores on her employers' instructions.
Don Stoop obtained permission to speak to the Crists' attending
physicians. Dr. Fred Hardin, their dermatologist, said that he had
indeed prescribed a lotion for Jim Crist's rash. He had not, however,
seen Elizabeth Crist as a patient since March 1988.
"Would you have drawn blood from either of them in the treatment you
provided?" Stoop asked. "Did you ever prescribe medication that would
be considered a controlled substance?"
"No, not at any time. Dr. Watson is their internist. He would have
done all blood tests-and prescribed that kind of medication, if it was
needed."
Dr. David Watson knew the Crists well. Like everyone connected to the
case, the internist had found Pat Taylor competent Ad enough on first
assessment. She seemed conversant with the proper medical phraseology
and, in an insurance assessment conference, she had spoken out
confidently about her worries for her patient. She explained that she
kept a monitor with her at all times so she could hear Mr. Crist if he
needed her. She seemed very protective of her patient and
refused to allow anyone else to prepare his meals. She felt that the
weekend nurses ctagitated" him, and that she was far more capable of
assessing his needs. She watched him constantly because she feared he
was suffering "small strokes" and might fall and hurt himself.
Dr. Watson's early favorable impression of Pat Taylor had in 1988.
She wavered, however, when he saw Elizabeth Crist had been his patient
since April 1985. She was a vibrant woman who had always seemed years
younger than her age. It was Mr. Crist who was ill; his wife was, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Don and Michelle had thoroughly familiarized themselves with Pat's
earlier encounters with the Georgia justice system. They recognized
the eerie similarity between what had happened to the Crists and to Paw
and Nona Allanson. When Pat told Jim Crist about his mother's
"drinking," she had repeated almost verbatim what she had said about
Paw Allanson a dozen years earlier.
Susan and Bill Alford had led Don and Michelle back through the
eighties and into the seventies, reprising the horrible double murder
of Walter and Carolyn Allanson, the near-fatal poisonings of Paw and
Nona Allanson, and the glory that was once Zebulon.
The investigators were eager to take a closer look at those cases.
Pat had been convicted in the latter case-but she had walked away free
as a butterfly in the double murder.
But first they had to deal with the current case. It didn't matter how
many people said that Pat and Debbie were no more registered nurses
than they were brain surgeons; Stoop and Berry had to prove it. They
had to trace and identify the medications used to render Betty Crist
almost immobile and find out how they were obtained. And, perhaps the
most difficult task of all, they had to try to find the myriad
treasures that had disappeared from the Crist mansion on Nancy Creek
Road.
It was now almost two years after the fact in the most recent case
involving Pat. The D.A."s detectives didn't even want to think about
what it would be like to go back two decades on the homicides.
. . .
Don Stoop began by checking with the Naval Investigative Service, the
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Department of the Army's Criminal Investigation Command, the Georgia
Board of Nursing, the Georgia Board of Licensed Practical Nurses, the
Florida Board of Nursing, and the North Carolina Board of Nursing. He
was not particularly surprised to find that neither Pat Taylor nor
Debbie Cole Alexander was licensed in any of those venues as a
registered nurse, licensed practical nurse, or even licensed nurse's
aide. One doctor in Florida that Debbie had given as a reference,
claiming she had assisted him as an RN in the operating room,
apparently didn't exist at all; at least, no one by that name had ever
been licensed to practice medicine in Florida.
Pat Taylor had been trained at Horizon House to empty bedpans give
sponge baths, and keep her elderly charges company. Debbie Cole had
worked in a number of physicians' offices and had often called in
prescriptions to drugstores on her employers' instructions.
Don Stoop obtained permission to speak to the Crists' attending
physicians. Dr. Fred Hardin, their dermatologist, said that he had
indeed prescribed a lotion for Jim Crist's rash. He had not, however,
seen Elizabeth Crist as a patient since March 1988.
"Would you have drawn blood from either of them in the treatment you
provided?" Stoop asked. "Did you ever prescribe medication that would
be considered a controlled substance?"
"No, not at any time. Dr. Watson is their internist. He would have
done all blood tests-and prescribed that kind of medication, if it was
needed."
Dr. David Watson knew the Crists well. Like everyone connected to the
case, the internist had found Pat Taylor competent Ad enough on first
assessment. She seemed conversant with the proper medical phraseology
and, in an insurance assessment conference, she had spoken out
confidently about her worries for her patient. She explained that she
kept a monitor with her at all times so she could hear Mr. Crist if he
needed her. She seemed very protective of her patient and
refused to allow anyone else to prepare his meals. She felt that the
weekend nurses ctagitated" him, and that she was far more capable of
assessing his needs. She watched him constantly because she feared he
was suffering "small strokes" and might fall and hurt himself.
Dr. Watson's early favorable impression of Pat Taylor had in 1988.
She wavered, however, when he saw Elizabeth Crist had been his patient
since April 1985. She was a vibrant woman who had always seemed years
younger than her age. It was Mr. Crist who was ill; his wife was, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]