Death Shares

Me
Look, that kid caused all of this. I was coming through the revolving door at the Hotel Moravia’s front entrance when the boy handed me this doll. Have a look.
Sargeant
This was given to you?
Me
Yes. Nothing supernatural or magical about it. It was a ten-year-old kid’s prank. Except the scrawny kid didn’t talk to me. In fact, he looked away from eye contact and made a sign of the cross as he handed this to me.
Sargeant
And he told you that you have only two more days to live, you say?
Me
That’s right, Detective Partruse.
Sargeant
It isn’t pretty, but it’s not unlike a lot of these dolls in N’Awlins. But as a doctor you see how absurd this is, right?
Me
Sure, a bit of bone and feathers, but it gave me a cold chill. I stuck it in my pocket, and the momentary distraction helped lead me to trip and fall through a section of plate glass window.
Sargeant
And that’s how you got cut up like this and landed in the hospital?
Me
Yes. The nurse said a piece of glass just missed my carotid artery, and I also got a nasty infection. But it’s not why I called you guys: being out of circulation means I can’t check into what I came here to consult on.

Voodoo Doll

Sargeant
Which is?
Me
Above all, to find out why a perfectly healthy man is dying in the next room, dying of some unknown cause.
Sargeant
Listen, Doc, if you believe in these curses, you can make ’em come true. I have interviewed your patient, and he does one hundred percent believe. And he had been failing fast.
Me
I know. His doctor has consulted with me, although I have not seen the patient. Fortunately he seems to have turned the corner.
Sargeant
Yes, and you seem to have gotten a bit worse since you came in here. So what do you want us to do about it?
Me
The point is, I want you to find that kid who gave me the doll, and ask him to lift the curse.
Sargeant
Look, Doc. No can do.
Me
But why?
Sargeant
There was no kid. I’ve seen the security camera footage of that incident at the front-door. You accepted that doll from the man ahead of you at the door, and that just happens to be the guy in the next room!

, Death Shares