“Are you liking him better than Haiselden because of the painting?”
“That, his felony record, and what Petra said about the combination of cleverness and psychosis—your hypothesis. With Haiselden, all I’ve got is his rabbiting, for all I know those two La-Z-Boys could be right and it’s one big goose chase, but let them prove it to me.” He stood. “As good a time as any to heed the call of nature. “Scuse me.”
He loped toward the men’s room and I used his phone to call in for messages.
Two requests for consults from judges that had come in during my ride to the station, and Richard Doss’s office wanting me to call—that one was less than five minutes old.
Richard’s secretary—the same woman who’d treated me like hired help yesterday—thanked me for getting back so soon and asked me to please hold for just one second. Before her words had faded, Richard came on.
“Thank you,” he said, in a tone I’d never heard. Hoarse, faltering, tentative. Both volume and tone controls switched to low.
“What’s up, Richard?”
“I found Eric. This morning, four A.M., on campus, he never left, was sitting in an out-of-the-way spot, under a tree. He’d been there for a long time, just sitting, won’t say why. He refuses to talk to me at all. I did manage to get him back on the plane, brought him back to L.A. He’s missing all kinds of exams, but I don’t give a goddamn about that. I’d like you to see him. Please.”
“Does Stacy know about this?”
“I knew you’d be concerned about sibling rivalry, or whatever, so I asked her if you could see Eric and she said sure—if you want to verify that, I’ll get her on another line.” Voice straining—a man racing against something inexorable.
“No, that’s all right, Richard,” I said. “Have you had Eric examined medically?”
“No, there wasn’t a scratch on him. It’s his psychological status I’m worried about. Let’s do it sooner rather than later, okay? This isn’t Eric. He’s always been the— Never lost his productivity. Whatever the hell’s going on, I don’t like it. When should we set it up?”
“Bring him by this afternoon. But please have a physician check him out first. Just to make sure we’re not missing something.”
Silence. “Sure. Whatever you say. Are there any particular tests you want?”
“Check for head trauma, fever, acute infection.”
“Fine, fine—what time?”
“Let’s plan on four.”
“That’s nearly four hours from now.”
“If the doctor finishes sooner, call me. I’ll stay close. Where’s Eric now?”
“Right here, in my office. I’ve got him in the conference room. One of my girls is keeping him company.”
“He hasn’t said anything since you found him?”
“Not a word, just sitting there—this is so damn neurotic, but I can’t help thinking this is what Joanne did. The way she started. Pulling away.”
“When you touch Eric or move him, how’s his muscle tone?”
“Fine, it’s not like he’s catatonic or anything. He looks me in the eye, I can tell he’s all there. He just won’t talk to me. Shutting me out. I don’t like this one damn bit. One more thing: I don’t want Stanford to know about this, see him as damaged goods. The only one who knows so far is that Chinese kid, the roommate, and I let him know it would be in all our interests to keep this close to the vest.”
Click.
Milo entered the room. Before he reached the desk, another detective pulled a sheet out of the fax machine and handed it to him.
“Look at this,” he said, bringing it over. “Further communication from Agent Fusco. Persistent little civil servant, ain’t he?”
He placed the fax on the desk. Reprint of a news item, dated fifteen months earlier, datelined Buffalo, New York.
Doctor Suspected in Attempted Murder
An emergency room physician who allegedly laced the drink of a former supervisor with poison is being sought by police. Michael Ferris Burke, 38, is suspected of concocting a lethal combination of toxic materials in an attempt to murder Selwyn Ra-binowitz, chairman of the Department of Emergency Medicine at Unitas Critical Care Center in Rochester. Burke had recently been placed on suspension by Rabinowitz due to “questionable medical practices” and had made veiled threats to his superior. Rabinowitz drank one sip of the doctored coffee and grew ill almost immediately. Suspicion fell on Burke because of the threats and due to the fact that the suspended doctor had left town. Several syringes and vials were recovered from a locker in the physicians’ lounge at Unitas, but police refuse to say if they belonged to Burke. Rabinowitz remains hospitalized in stable condition.