“Sure is. I’ve never seen him make contact with anyone.”
Milo said, “No mail?”
“Not that I know about. Same with phone calls. He never leaves his room.”
“Till today “I said.
“Well, yeah. I was trying to help out. What’s this Wark done? What’s going on?”
“Probably nothing,” said Milo. “Just working all the angles. You drill a bunch of wells, hope for a trickle every now and then.”
“Sounds too slow for me,” said Heidi. “No offense.”
“Not like jumping off power stations.”
She smiled. “Very few things are.”
We left Peake’s room and she locked the door.
Milo said, “Any idea where I could get a personnel list?”
“I guess in the front office. Why?”
“To see who else I should talk to.”
“If it’s about Peake,” she said, “I’m the only one worth talking to. No one else pays attention to him, now that Claire’s gone.”
“How much time exactly did she spend?” I said.
“Hrnm. Hard to say. There were times when I was on shift when she’d be in there as long as an hour. Sometimes every day. Usually every day. She was like that-involved.”
“With everyone?”
“No,” she said. “Not really. I mean she spent more time with her patients, in general, than the other docs. But Peake was… she seemed to be especially interested in him.”
“Speaking of her patients,” I said, “we just met the men in the Living Skills group.
Low-functioning, just like you said. Any idea what criteria she used to pick them?”
“We never discussed that. I was just the tech. Mostly I stood guard, got supplies.
To be honest, the group never really went anywhere. Claire seemed to be… observing them more than training. The group only met seven times before she was
…” Shaking her head. Stroking the bun. “Sometimes it just hits me. What actually happened to her.”
“Do you have any background information on the men? What they did to get here?”
“Let’s see… there’s Ezzard Jackson-skinny black guy. He killed his wife. Tied her up in their house and burned it down. Same with Holtzmann-the old man you’d never think could do anything criminal. He cut his wife up, stored the pieces in the freezer, marked them the way a butcher would- flank, loin. Randall shot his parents-he was into some Nazi stuff, had some delusion they were part of a Zionist plot…. Who else… The other black guy. Pretty. That’s his name- Monroe Pretty.
Killed his kids, four of them, little ones. Drowned them in the bathtub, one by one.
Sam Paz-the Mexican guy-went bonkers at his brother’s wedding. Shot his brother and his mother and a bunch of bystanders. All told, I think six people died. The giant,
Chet Bodine, was living like a hermit. Killed some hikers.”
So many madmen, so little time…
I said, “All except Chet victimized family members.”
“Actually, Chet wasn’t picked for the group,” she said. “He found out about it, asked Claire if he could join. He was so verbal, she thought it might stimulate the others, so she agreed. Yeah, you’re right. I never thought about it, but she must’ve been interested in family killers.”
Milo said, “Any idea why?”
She pulled a bobby pin from the bun, slipped it back in. “To be honest, it probably doesn’t mean that much. Lots of the guys in here have murdered family members. Isn’t that what crazy people usually do when they freak? Like Peake, he started with his mother, right? At least, that’s what Claire told me.”
“What else did she tell you about Peake’s crimes?”
She touched the tip of her nose. “Just what he did. His mom and an entire family.
What does any of that have to do with Claire being killed?”
“Maybe nothing,” said Milo. “So are you gonna keep working with Peake?”
“I guess. If you want me to. Not that I’m accomplishing much.”
“Don’t get yourself in trouble, Heidi. I appreciate whatever you do.”
“Sure,” she said, gnawing her lip.
“Is there a problem?”
“Like I told you before, I was figuring it was time to move on. Was kind of waiting until you got to the bottom of Claire’s murder.”