Molly leaned over her father. “Dad, Ramsey and I are here. You’re all right, thank God.”
“Yes,” Mason said. “I’m fine, Molly. Actually, I’ve got to be the luckiest bastard in Chicago. As for Nurse Thomas, I’m going to cut her a nice check for her bravery.”
They turned to see the technician holding up the bullet. “It’s fairly intact,” she called out. “Enough for identification.”
“Excellent,” one of the Chicago detectives said. “We’ll do a comparison between this one and the one they found on the scene over on Jefferson after Mr. Lord was shot. Are you Judge Ramsey Hunt?”
“Yes,” Ramsey said. “It seems likely the bullets will match, but unfortunately it won’t tell us anything else.”
“At least we’ll verify that we’ve got just one perp here,” Detective O’Connor said.
Molly, who was staring at that smashed window, said, “He blew out the window. I remember all of us mentioned the possibility, but the closest building is so far away. At least one hundred and fifty yards, probably more.”
“I’m not blaming Gunther,” Mason said, the first words he’d spoken in a good ten minutes. There were seven people in the room, most of them talking. The instant he spoke, everyone shut up and turned toward him. He continued in that calm cool voice of his, “I remember when you were looking out that window, Molly. I remember you were one of the people who brought up the possibility, but none of us considered it a threat. We underestimated him. Technology just keeps racing forward, and this time, our brains stayed behind. We’re getting old and careless, Gunther. The guy had a clear shot at me through that damned window.” He leaned back against the pillow, closing his eyes.
Gunther said, “That’s why we’ve moved the bed away from the window.” He was pale and tense, as close to distraught as Molly had ever seen him. He added, “One thing we do know is this guy has to be a world-class sniper. I’ve known of maybe half a dozen guys who could have made that shot through a closed window.”
Detective O’Connor said, “We’d like you to provide us with the names of all the men you know who would k capable of such a shot.” He paused a moment, running his palm over his bald head. “You know, if Mr. Lord hadn’t fallen back on the pillow at that particular instant…”
Gunther nodded, then said to Mason, “We’re getting another room ready, sir. It’s being seen to right now. No one will know the new room number. There won’t be any window that has a building within a mile of it.”
Mason laughed, then coughed. He was silent a moment, controlling the pain. “Gunther, you know a secret is impossible when more than one person knows about it. It’ll get out, but it won’t matter, because I’m going home.”
“TELL me how you’re feeling, Emma.” “About what exactly, Dr. Loo?”
“Well, your grandfather came home from the hospital this morning. How is he?”
“I heard Miles say he’s really tired and weak. Eve didn’t want me to get near him because I’m a kid and I make noise, only I don’t, not much. I think she kept me away because she doesn’t like me much. Then I saw his face when they were carrying him in on a stretcher. He looked all gray and old. I never thought he was old before. I always thought he looked like one of those movie stars in the old movies Mama likes. Yes, he’s all black and white.” Emma paused, easing her piano down across her legs. She added, ‘This morning he looked old. I didn’t say anything. There were people everywhere. I think three of them were doctors and they were all around him.”
“How is your mother dealing with all this?” Emma thought about that. She lightly touched the piano keys but didn’t make any sound. Her dark hair, normally in a French braid, was loose this morning. Emma had some of her mother’s naturally curly hair. It swung over, hiding most of her face as she said, “Mama’s really quiet. I think she’s scared. She’s been scared for a long time now. She’s scared about me. She doesn’t want to leave me alone. Neither does Ramsey.” Emma sighed. “Sometimes I’d like to be alone, but I know they worry if I’m ever out of their sight. But that’s not often.” She raised her head, pushed her hair back, then looked toward the closed door. Molly and Ramsey were in the waiting room. “I’m really glad that we’re getting married, though.”