After leaving Homicide, Lucas walked over to the hospital. Del was just leaving. "Took her back into intensive care," he said; he looked a little frightened. "Pneumonia's getting on top of her."
"Can she talk?" Lucas asked.
"She's asleep. They say it's controllable, but she looks worse to me than she did yesterday."
"Ah, man. Let me see" Del went back inside with him. A nurse led them in, but Marcy was asleep, as Del said. Back outside, Lucas led the way to Weather's office. Nobody home. "What do you do around here to find out what's going on?"
"Black left ten minutes ago, to get something to eathe said they're still optimistic."
"What doeshe think?"
"He's not a doctor," Del said.
"I know, but what does he think?"
"He thinks she's getting into trouble," Del said.
They went back down to intensive care and stood outside and looked at her. After a while, they walked back to City Hall.
Lucas's door had a "See me ASAP" note on it from Loring. Lucas and Del walked down to Homicide and found Loring taking a statement from a pale blond man dressed all in black. In a different age, he might have been an undertaker.
"What's going on?" Lucas asked.
"There you are," Loring said. "This is John Dukeljin, he was at the party at Sallance Hanson's. He picked William Spooner out of a photo spread, says he was at the party."
"Oooh," Lucas said. "That's excellent."
"Almostsure," Dukeljin said. "He was leaving, we were coming back. I saw him coming down the front walkSilly has that low-voltage lighting all along there, we could see him quite clearlyand I pointed him out to my friend. But he got to the end of the walk before we did, and he went the other way."
"Why did you point him out to your friend? Was there something about him?" Lucas asked.
"I thought he might be gay," Dukeljin said.
"Mr. Dukeljin and his friend are gay," Loring said.
"Why?"
"He was carrying a bag. Carrying a bag is way over with, for men. But usually, if you see a man carryingone, you know, unselfconsciously it's something to think about."
Lucas looked at Loring. "Sometimes you show a tiny flicker of intelligence."
"You're just jealous," Loring said.
"What?" Del asked.
"We never found Sandy Lansing's purse," Loring said. "If we had, we probably would have made her as a dealer."
Lucas looked at Dukeljin. "Do you think your friend would recognize Spooner?"
"I haven't been able to get in touch. He's out on a projecthe's an engineerbut I pointed this fellow out. I'm sure he'll rememberthat. And the bag, you know, because it's so over with. I don't know if he'll exactly remember the face."
"Where's this project?" Lucas asked.
"In Rochester, something to do with the Mayo Clinic He'll be back tonight," Dukeljin said.
Lester came in while they were talking, and said, "Loring told you."
"Yup."
"Pain in the ass, Lucas. It'd be better for everyone if it was Rodriguez. Close the books and walk away."
"Can't do that."
"Yeah, I know," Lester said. "I just talked to Rose Marie, and she said the Spooner ID was your third prediction; she's a believer. So I've got four guys all night with Spooner. And we're tracking Olson."
"Something's got to pop soon: there's just too much pressure building. If anything happens, have them call me."
Weather called. "I understand you were checking on Marcy Sherrill and stopped up."
"Yeah. We're pretty worried," Lucas said.
"I talked to the people in Medicine, and they still think she'll be okay. They got on it right away. She's in intensive care so they can keep a closer eye on her."
"Tom Black is probably hanging around there. Could you tell him that? He's really sweating it," Lucas said.
"Sure. I'll walk down there now."
"And I want to get together. I need to talk with you," Lucas said. "But you know what it's like"
"I heard about the Rodriguez fellow. Doesn't that solve a lot of problems?"
"No. Not really. I'll tell you about it. Could we get lunch tomorrow?"
"Sure. It might be a little late. I've got two jobs tomorrow, and the second one's scheduled for ten o'clock."
"That's okay. I'll try to get over there Listen, just call me anytime. I'll keep my cell phone on, and I'll run over whenever you're ready."
At the end the day, Lucas stopped back to look in on Marcy; no change. He walked back to the parking ramp, got his car, and headed south to Jael Corbeau's studio. She'd been making pots; a couple of new cops were sitting around in her studio, watching. When Lucas walked, in she looked up and said, "Dinnertime?"
"Talked me into it," he said.
One of the cops said, "That's the goddamnedest thing I've ever seen. You oughta see her make pots. It's, like, weird."
"Interesting," Jael said.
"If I got interested in that," the cop asked, "is there someplace I can take lessons?"
"Yeah, about a hundred," she said. "This is one of the big ceramics places in the country."
"It's so goddamned neat," he said.
The other cop raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Playing with mud."
Jael looked at him and said, "Playing with mud can be fun." And she dragged the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.
"Oh, God, take me now, I'm ready to go," the cop said, and Jael laughed and said to Lucas, "Ten minutes to clean up."
They ate at a fast-food place on Ford Parkway, a few blocks from Lucas's house. "We could go see a movie," Lucas suggested.
"Why don't we go for a hike? Walk up the river path."
"Pretty cold."
"It'd feel good. I'm stuck in that house. I'm not staying in much longer," Jael said. "Another couple of days, and then I'm leaving for New York. Let him find me if he can."
They dropped the Porsche at Lucas's house and walked a mile up River Road, talking about the day Lucas told her his doubts about Rodriguez, and the possibility that somebody else was involved. She told him about talking with the cops as she shifted through her day, and the one cop who might actually be interested in ceramics.
"Or interested in your ass," Lucas said.
"I can tell the difference. You can tell the way a person's face lights up when he sees a pot being thrown," she said. "He really thought it was neat. He was amazed."
"Well maybe he'll get into it."
"You're not the porter type," she said.
"No, but I like the potter types."
"You certainly demonstrated"
"That's not what I meant," he said with a little impatience. "I like people who can do things. Craftsmen. Good carpenters. Good bricklayers. Good reporters. Good cops. It's all sort of the same."
They walked out to Cretin, turned south, back toward Lucas's house. "Weird name for a street," she said.
"Named after a bishop," he said. "I've got a friend who went to school in Normal, Illinois, and another guy who went to Cretin, the high school in St. Paul. They've always had this idea that they ought to get 'Cretin' and 'Normal' T-shirts, and hang out."
"That would be funny for about one second," she said. "After that it would get annoying."
Back at the house, Lucas shut the door behind them and Jael said, "Now I feel hot, after all that cold air."
"Want a beer? I got a movie the other day, Streets of Fire, looks neat in a cheesy way."
"All right."
Lucas went and got two beers, and when he came out she had the DVD case and was dropping the disk in the DVD player. Lucas punched up the TV with the remote, handed her one of the beer bottles, and dropped onto the couch. The movie came up and Jael took a hit on the beer, then set it on the coffee table and peeled off her sweatshirt. She was wearing a plaid shirt under that, and under that, a bra. She dropped them all on the floor, then peeled off her jeans and underpants, and picked up the beer.
"Maybe we could have some sex while we're watching the movie," she said.
"If you play your cards right," Lucas said, manipulating the remote. "Move over to the left, you're blocking the screen."