‘I’ll find out,’ I said.
I picked up the phone and dialed the number for the morgue. Chuck answered immediately.
‘Morgue,’ he said nervously.
It was not quite seven, and I suspected he was alone.
‘It’s Dr Scarpetta,’ I said.
‘Oh!’ He was relieved. ‘Good morning.’
‘Chuck? What about the hang-ups? You still getting them?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Nothing said? Not even the sound of somebody breathing?’
‘Sometimes I think I hear traffic in the background, like maybe the person’s at a pay phone somewhere.’
‘I’ve got an idea.’
‘Okay.’
‘Next time it happens, I want you to say, Good morning, Mr and Mrs Quinn.’
‘What?’ Chuck was baffled.
‘Just do it,’ I said. ‘And I have a hunch the calls will stop.’
Lucy was laughing when I hung up.
‘Touché,’ she said.
21
AFTER BREAKFAST, I wandered about in my bedroom and study, deliberating over what to bring on our trip. My aluminum briefcase would go, because it was habit to take it almost everywhere these days. I also packed an extra pair of slacks and a shirt, and toiletries for overnight, and my Colt .38 went into my pocketbook. Although I was accustomed to carrying a gun, I had never even thought about taking one to New York, where doing so could land one in jail with no questions asked. When Lucy and I were in the car, I told her what I had done.
‘It’s called situational ethics,’ she said. ‘I’d rather be arrested than dead.’
‘That’s the way I look at it,’ said I, who once had been a law-abiding citizen.
HeloAir was a helicopter charter service on the western edge of the Richmond airport, where some of the area’s Fortune 500 companies had their own terminals for corporate King Airs and Lear Jets and Sikorskys. The Bell JetRanger was in the hangar, and while Lucy went on to take care of that, I found a pilot inside who was kind enough to let me use the phone in his office. I dug around in my wallet for my AT T calling card and dialed the number for Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center’s administrative offices.
The director was a woman psychiatrist named Lydia Ensor who was very leery when I got her on the line. I tried to explain to her in more detail who I was, but she interrupted.
‘I know exactly who you are,’ she said with a Midwestern tongue. ‘I’m completely aware of the current situation and will be as cooperative as I can. I’m not clear, however, on what your interest is, Dr Scarpetta. You’re the chief medical examiner of Virginia? Correct?’
‘Correct. And a consulting forensic pathologist for ATF and the FBL’
‘And of course, they’ve contacted me, too.’ She sounded genuinely perplexed. ‘So are you looking for information that might pertain to one of your cases? To someone dead?’
‘Dr Ensor, I’m trying to link a number of cases right now,’ I replied. ‘I have reason to suspect that Carrie Grethen may be either indirectly or directly involved in all of them and may have been involved even while she was at Kirby.’
‘Impossible.’
‘Clearly, you don’t know this woman,’ I said firmly. ‘I, on the other hand, have worked violent deaths caused by her for half of my career, beginning when she and Temple Gault were on a spree in Virginia and finally in New York, where Gault was killed. And now this. Possibly five more murders, maybe more.’
‘I know Miss Grethen’s history all too well,’ Dr Ensor said, and she wasn’t hostile, but defensiveness had crept into her tone. ‘I can assure you that Kirby handled her as we do all maximum security patients . . .’
‘There’s almost nothing useful in her psychiatric evaluations,’ I cut her off.
‘How could you possibly know about her medical records . . . ?’
‘Because I am part of the ATF national response team that is investigating these fire-related homicides,’ I measured my words. ‘And I work with the FBI, as I’ve already said. All of the cases we’re talking about are my jurisdiction because I’m a consultant for law enforcement at a federal level. But my duty is not to arrest anyone or smear an institution such as yours. My job is to bring justice to the dead and give as much peace as possible to those they left behind. To do that, I must answer questions. And most important, I am driven to do anything I can to prevent one more person from dying. Carrie will kill again. She may already have.’