I looked at a skinny older guy who wore a thick black beard and sported a green and white dotted bow tie. “I’m alive,” I said. “Thanks.”
He said, “Your body’s still not fully recovered. That must have been some terrorist, er, incident.”
“Yeah, an incident.”
“You’re young and strong, Mr. MacDougal. You’ll pull through this just fine. I’ll leave you in good hands.” He turned on his heel, gave Mrs. Himmel a little salute, and left.
“He’s our resident guru,” Mrs. Himmel said. “Now you just rest, Mr. MacDougal. Why would this woman try to kill you?”
“I don’t know. I drove to Salem early this morning to speak to her. I’d like to think she had something to do with Jilly’s leaving the hospital last night, but I didn’t find out anything. I drank her coffee, then got really tired. I left.” I wanted to cry or howl, I didn’t know which. How could I have been so wrong about her?
“You almost didn’t make it back, Mac,” Dr. Coates said, coming back into the hospital room. “Why didn’t you just pull over and go to sleep?”
“I didn’t think of doing that, for some reason. I just thought about getting back. I guess I was blurry because stopping wasn’t an option in my mind.”
“Well, you made it back. Some of that road you were driving is tricky enough when you’re not drugged to the gills.”
“A truck nearly got me and the adrenaline surge bolstered me up for a few minutes. I was singing, shouting, anything to keep myself awake. I just couldn’t go over a cliff in the car, like Jilly. I had to make it back.” I drew a deep breath. “All right, what about Laura Scott?”
“Detective Minton Castanga will get back to us as soon as they get to her house and find out what’s going on. I got him when I mentioned the words attempted murder and FBI agent all in the same breath.”
“She could be long gone. If she wanted to kill me I don’t think she’d hang around.” Then I thought that if Laura had done it, she’d go to prison. I wondered: In prison for what? What has she done? It had to be something bad enough to make her believe she had to kill me.
Dr. Coates said, “As to that, there’s no way to know if her intent was to kill you, unless she’s caught and admits to it. You had a butt-load of the drug on board, but you probably would have survived the dose even without us. Your blood level was never that high, and you were never really unstable. They’ll have to find her and see what she says.”
I shook my head as I said, “I just don’t think they’re going to find her. She’s a very smart lady. She won’t be there and they’re not going to catch her.”
Dr. Coates listened to my chest again and Mrs. Himmel took my blood pressure. Then he said, “Oh, I nearly forgot. Dr. Paul Bartlett was here, pacing and upset, until finally we got him to go home. I’ll call him and he can bring back the sheriff and some of your other friends who were trying to pile into your room. Maggie did tell me she was going to call the FBI and tell them what happened.”
“Oh, no,” I said. “I don’t suppose you tried to talk her out of that?”
If Maggie did call the FBI, she would have gotten my supervisor, Big Carl Bardolino. I looked at the phone beside my bed. I didn’t see much choice now. I made the damned phone call and got put on hold by his secretary. Big Carl was a man I respected, a twenty-five-year veteran, a canny team player but not a yes-man, and I really didn’t want to talk to him about this.
“Yeah? Is this you, Mac? What the hell’s going on? I get this call from a sheriff out there in boondocks U.S.A. telling- me about your getting yourself poisoned.”
“Yes, sir, that’s why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know that I’m fine. The local cops are on it. No need to worry.”