At least now he could devote himself full time to Jorge's problem. He'd already learned some interesting stuff about Ramirez.
Jack turned and glanced back at Alicia's door. Still… something appealing about her. Or maybe tantalizing was a better word.
What was that expression—something about a riddle inside a mystery wrapped in an enigma? That was Alicia Clayton: a riddle inside a mystery wrapped in an enigma within a thick coat of Semtex.
And a very short fuse.
3.
"I don't have to go looking for somebody else," Alicia whispered as she locked the door and headed for the phone. "Because I already have a name and number."
She'd call him now, and set this up as soon as possible. That house was a cancer on the face of the city, the planet, her life.
And fire… the cleansing flame… was the only cure.
WEDNESDAY
1.
"He spiked 103.4 last night," Sorenson said as they entered Hector's room. "But it responded nicely to a single dose of Tylenol, and it's stayed normal since."
Alicia glanced at the nurse. "One spike? Just one?"
Jeanne Sorenson flipped through the chart and checked the temperature graph. "Just one. At four-twenty."
Maybe it was nothing. One spike could be merely a fluke. She hoped that was all it was.
She pointed to the cluster of Mylar balloons floating at the corner of the bed.
"Where'd they come from?"
"Came yesterday. Addressed to 'Hector with the mad buzz cut on Pediatrics.' The teddy bear too. But the card only said it was from a friend."
Alicia seated herself on the bed next to where Hector lay clutching a new teddy bear dressed as a doctor.
Jack, she thought, smiling. You didn't forget.
She rubbed her hand over Hector's bristly hair.
"Hey, Hector."
"Hey, Dr. Alith."
He smiled up at her, but she didn't like the look in his eyes. Something wrong here. She could sense it.
"How's it going, guy?"
"My arm thtill hurths. You thaid you were gonna take the needle out."
"Soon as I can. I promise."
Still looking at Hector, she asked Sorenson, "How was his last chest?"
"Continued improvement," the nurse said.
"Labs?"
"CBC back to normal."
X rays and numbers on the upswing, yet Alicia couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong. She'd learned to trust that sense. Despite all the years of booking, of learning how to take a good medical history, how to do a thorough physical exam, how to interpret pages of test results, sometimes you had to throw them all away and go on your instincts. Sometimes it all came down to looking at a patient and sensing an indefinable something about his health.
She listened to the child's lungs, checked his lymph nodes, his belly. All normal.
Troubled, she put on a smile for Hector and rubbed his head again.
"You hang in there, Hector. We'll get you out of here as soon as we can."
Alicia rose and turned to Sorenson. "Get another chest on him, another CBC, and urine and blood cultures too."
She noted the nurse's questioning look as they moved toward the door.
"I hope I'm wrong," Alicia said in a low voice, "but I've got a feeling Hector's going sour on us."
2.
Alicia's office phone beeped and she hit the intercom key.
"There's a Detective Matthews on the line," Raymond told her. "Says he needs to speak to you."
Alicia stiffened. Just a reflex. No way Matthews could know about her meeting with that arsonist last night. Benny… that was the only name she had for the man. Nobody she'd been dealing with lately seemed to have a last name. He'd said he'd check out the address and get back to her.
Alicia had been looking over her shoulder, literally and figuratively, ever since.
So what did Matthews want? Could he have dug up something on Floyd Stevens already?
"Put him through."
"Isn't he the cop who was here yesterday about—?"
"The same."
"Okay. Here he comes."
She lifted the handset and said, "Good morning, Detective."
"Will, remember?" he said.
"Oh, right. I forgot." A lie. She simply wasn't anxious to be on a first-name basis with him. "What can I do for you… Will?"
"As promised, I did a little research on an acquaintance of yours."
She squeezed the handset. Not Benny, she hoped. She cleared her throat.
"Who?"
"Someone you had an altercation with recently."
Floyd Stevens. Why wasn't he mentioning the name?
"Really. Any luck?"
"Oh, yes. I think the results might interest you."
"Really?" Suddenly glad he called, she leaned forward. "What have you got?"
"Rather not over the phone. Why don't you meet me for lunch, and I'll lay it all out for you."
Alicia closed her eyes and stifled a groan. He's interested, she thought. Definitely interested.
But she was not. She had neither the time nor the emotional resources for a relationship with Will Matthews or anyone else. Especially not now, of all times.
And even in the best of times, even with the best intentions, somehow, someway, they always managed to end up in disaster.
But how could she say no? Obviously he'd been out doing some legwork for her. The least she could do was have lunch with him. It didn't have to progress from there. She could let on that she was involved with someone. That was good… she was in this serious, long-term relationship.
And besides, the lawyer for the hospital board had called her yesterday, saying he'd heard from Floyd Steven's lawyer who'd laid out the charges he was planning to bring against Alicia and the hospital if she didn't drop the charges against his client. The board was looking into the matter.
Her intestines had been in a knot since.
"Lunch sounds fine," she said. "As long as it's a quick one. I'm up to my lower lip in paperwork."
"Short and sweet," he said. "I promise."
They arranged to meet at El Quijote at twelve-thirty.
Alicia hung up, and stared at the FedEx envelope on her desk. A copy of the will had been delivered here from Leo Weinstein's office yesterday and she'd been planning to spend her lunch hour reading it. Frustration tugged at her as she remembered what Jack had said Monday: If Thomas and his backers were desperate enough and ruthless enough to run down her private eye and blow up her lawyer, why had she been left unharmed?
Damn good question. And the answer might lay just inches away in that overnight envelope.
She'd hoped to get a peek at it this morning, but she'd spent a lot of extra time at the hospital with Hector. She was still waiting for the results of his latest tests.
Maybe she'd be able to steal some time for the will after lunch.
3.
Alicia used the walk to the restaurant to work out the details of her serious long-term relationship. She wanted them fixed firmly in her mind so she could casually drop them into the conversation with Matthews when the opportunity arose.
Let's see… the man in my life… first we need a name.
She dropped some spare change in the bucket of a sidewalk Santa and looked around at the storefronts for inspiration. English names seemed to be the exception rather than the rule in this neighborhood. She saw a sign for Jose Herrera Clothing.
All right. Let's see what we can do with that. Don't want Detective Matthews to leave the restaurant and spot the name of my beau, so let's Anglicanize that: Joseph Hermann. Great. Now, what does he do? Something that'll keep him out of town a lot. An importer. Good. But an importer of what?