Dollard stepped up to the desk. L. Schmitz talked a bit more, finally got off.
“Morning, Frank.”
“Morning, Lindeen. These gentlemen are Mr. Swig’s ten o’clock.”
“He’s still on a call, should be right with you. Coffee?”
“No, thanks,” said Dollard, checking his watch.
“Should be soon, Frank.”
Milo picked up two brochures and gave one to me. Lindeen watched him, then got back on the phone and did a lot of “uh-huh”ing. The next time she put down the receiver, she said, “You’re the police about Dr. Argent, right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Milo, hovering by the desk. “Did you know her?”
“Just hello and good-bye. Terrible thing.” She returned to the phone.
Milo stuck around for a few more minutes. Lindeen looked up once to smile at him but didn’t interrupt her conversation. He gave me a pamphlet. We both read.
Brief history of Starkweather State Hospital, then a bold-type “Statement of
Purpose.” Lots of photos: more shots of Emil the Embezzler; the governor breaking ground with a gold-tipped shovel, flanked by nameless dignitaries. Construction chronology from excavation to completion. Cranes, earth movers, hard-hatted worker ants. Finally a long view of the building set against a gorgeous sky that looked as false as Starkweather’s chompers. The block walls were already stained. The hospital had looked weary on its birthdate.
The mission statement was written by William T. Swig, MPH, Director, and it stressed humane treatment of inmates while safeguarding the public. Lots of talk about goals, directives, objectives, interfaces. Who taught bureaucrats how to write?
I folded the brochure and slipped it in my pocket just as Lindeen said, “Okey-doke, he’s free.”
We followed Dollard down the hall. A few of the brown doors bore name signs in slide-out slots; most were blank. The bulletin boards were layered with state paper: notices, legislation, regulation. No other people walked the corridor. I realized the place was silent except for the sibilance from the ducts above us.
Swig’s door was no different from the rest, his sign no more permanent. Dollard knocked once and opened without waiting for a reply. Outer office. Another receptionist, older and heavier than Lindeen-“Go right in, Frank.” Three vases of huge yellow roses, obviously homegrown, sat on her desk. Her PC monitor featured a
Mona Lisa screen saver. Smiling, frowning, smiling, frowning…
Dollard pushed through to the inner sanctum. Swig was on his feet with his hand out as we entered.
He was younger than I’d expected, maybe thirty-five, sparely built, with a soft, round baby face under a bald dome and several ominous moles on his cheeks and chin.
What little hair he did have was blond and cottony. He wore a short-sleeved blue shirt, plaid tie, navy slacks, moccasin loafers.
“Bill Swig.” Introductions all around. Swig’s hand was cool and small-boned. His desk was a bit larger than his secretary’s, but not by much. No joke plaques here, just a pen-and-pencil set, books and folders, several standing picture frames, their felt backs to us. A photo on the right-hand wall showed Swig in a dark suit with a curly-haired, pointy-chinned woman and two pretty girls around four and six, both
Asian. A few books and lots of rubber-banded paper in a single case. Swig’s plastic window offered an oily view of the yard.
Dollard said, “Anything else?”
Swig said, “No thanks, Frank,” and Dollard hurried out.
“Please, sit. Sorry to keep you waiting. Tragedy, Dr. Argent. I’m still shocked.”
“I guess you’d be a hard one to shock, sir,” said Milo.
Swig looked confused.
“Working here,” said Milo. “The things you see.”
“Oh. No, not really, Detective Sturgis. This is generally a peaceful place. Probably safer than the streets of L.A. Especially since the air-conditioning’s fixed. No,
I’m as shockable as anyone.”
“The air-conditioning?”
“We had a problem,” said Swig. “The condensers went out a few years ago. Before I arrived.” He raised his hands, palms up. “My predecessor couldn’t get them fixed. As you might imagine, the comfort of our patients isn’t a high priority in Sacramento.
Staff attrition’s what finally did it. People started quitting. I filed a report, we finally got a new system. Today’s a perfect example-can you imagine it without