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Some files were pulled out, papers scattered on the floor …”
    â€œWhat did he have worth stealing? He told me he bills insurance directly, so he couldn’t have much money around, and it couldn’t be a junkie looking for drugs because Dr. Kanengiser was a gynecologist, and there aren’t too many crazed Ortho-Novum junkies out there.”
    Ferber cleared his throat.
    Before he could say anything, I said, “Of course. He had confidential medical files.”
    Ferber didn’t say anything.
    â€œWere any files missing?” I said.
    â€œWe don’t know yet.”
    â€œBut that’s one theory.”
    â€œI have several theories. Was there … anything in your file someone might have been after?” Ferber asked.
    â€œI don’t think I even had a file yet,” I said.
    â€œSo, you didn’t know him well.”
    â€œNo. I didn’t know him at all. I spoke to him for maybe ten minutes that first appointment, so … although, he did mention that he was divorced.”
    â€œIn what context?”
    â€œHe asked me if I was married. I told him I was divorced, and he said he was divorced himself. Have you talked to his ex-wife? That’s where I’d look.”
    â€œYes, both his ex-wives,” Ferber said. “One’s in Miami. She’s been there for the last two months. The other one was at the movies with her boyfriend.”
    â€œYou know Kanengiser was really good-looking, don’t you?” I said.
    â€œYou think that had something to do with his murder?”
    â€œGood-looking guy like that, divorced, shot in the heart? To me, it says jealous ex-lover or jealous husband.”
    Files schmiles. This was a crime of passion. First of all, Kanengiser was shot in the heart, not the head. That, I felt, was significant.
    Second, as I said, Dr. Kanengiser was really good-looking. In fact, if you ask me, he was far too good-looking for his job. The first—and only—time I went to see him, one of the other women in the waiting room said, “Your first time with Dr. Kanengiser? You are in for a treat. Wait until you see those blue eyes. Like Paul Newman’s.”
    Do I care? I thought. The man’s a doctor, not an underwear model. But she was right. He was very good-looking. A gynecological examination is awkward in the best of times, but it’s really awkward, even unnerving, when your gynecologist is good-looking.
    (I must admit that while I sat in his office soaking up his chiseled beauty, I speculated about dating him later. But how weird would it be to go out on a first date with a guy who had already stared into your sex organs with a flashlight?)
    Because of this, a part of me was relieved when Jerry beeped me before Kanengiser could insert his forearm up me, and even more relieved when my second appointment was canceled. As my friend Dillon Flinder, silver-haired medical correspondent and pansexual adventurer, put it later, “When a guy is that good-looking, it’s a fine line between a gynecological exam and what is known on the street as a good fisting.” Dillon has such a way with words.
    It was at this point that I realized things could get really ugly, because there’s something inherently salacious about Dr. Kanengiser’s specialty, and I figured I wasn’t the only TV personality to see the guy, as he leased office space in my building. That could give the newspapers and the tabloid TV shows a celeb angle: GYNO TO TV NEWS STARS GUNNED DOWN .
    I mentioned this to Ferber and he said, “We’ve sealed the patient files. We won’t be telling the news media who his patients were unless one of them becomes a suspect.”
    â€œThat’s wise.”
    â€œSo you weren’t there and you didn’t see anything,” Ferber said, disappointed.
    â€œI’m sorry. I really wish I could help you. You look so let down.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” he said.