He pulled back to kiss her, her mouth, her cheeks. "You - you're hurt. You've hit your head."
"I . . ." She lifted her fingers to touch the bump. "Ouch. How did I do that? I don't feel quite right."
"Sit down. Pete, Will, let your mother have some room. Sit down here, Carolee, let me take a look at you."
When she had, he took her hands, pressed them to his lips. "Everything's okay now. It's okay now."
But it wasn't, Eve thought, not for everyone.
Someone was dead. Someone had caused that death.
They were both missing.
Three
"Inspector, I need you to locate the source of those explosives, then I want that area secured. I want a complete list of DOT and ferry employees, including any independent contractors, aboard at this time. I want those security discs. When NYPSD officers arrive, they will support those assignments. Peabody, make that happen. Now."
She glanced toward the Grogan family. She could give their reunion one more minute. "There are lifeboats, emergency evacuation devices on this boat?"
"Sure."
"They need to be checked, and they need to be guarded. If any have been used, I need to know. Immediately. I want to talk to the guard Mrs. Grogan talked to when she . . . came back. For now, get his statement."
"No problem. Lieutenant, we're going to have to deal with getting these people, at least some of these people, off."
"I'm working on it. Explosives, employees, discs, emergency evac, secured areas. Let's get on it."
She turned away, moved to where Carolee still sat surrounded by her family.
"Mrs. Grogan, I need to speak with you."
"I'd like to treat her head wound." Steve kept his arm protectively around his wife. "And check her out more thoroughly. If there's a medical kit, I could use it."
"I'll find one," Peabody told him, then glanced at Eve. "Our guys will be on board in a couple of minutes."
"Okay. Find the kit. Organize the team. I want another search, every square inch of this ferry. I want the sweepers in that bathroom. I want it scoured. See if you can find out if anyone else has been reported missing."
"Yes, sir."
As Peabody left, Carolee shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm a little confused. Who are you again?"
"Lieutenant Dallas, NYPSD."
"The police," Carolee said slowly. "You need to talk to me? I know I got a little upset with the security man, but I was worried about Pete. I couldn't find my boy."
"Understood. Mrs. - "
"If you're police, do you have a zapper?" Obviously content now that his mother was where she belonged, Pete gave Eve a curious squint.
"Don't interrupt," Carolee admonished.
"Mrs. Grogan," Eve began again, but lifted her jacket aside to reveal her sidearm - and the boy flashed her a grin. "Can you tell me what happened, after you and your son went to use the restrooms?"
"Actually, we were going to get drinks, then Pete needed to go, so we swung over that way. I told him to wait, to stay right there if he got out before I did."
"But, Mom - "
"We'll talk about that later," she said in a tone that warned of lecture, and the kid slumped down in his seat.
"And then," Eve prompted.
"Then, I waited a minute, watched Pete go in, and I . . ." Her face went blank for a moment. "That's funny." She offered a puzzled smile. "I'm not quite sure. I must've hit my head. Maybe I slipped?"
"Inside the bathroom?"
"I - It's silly, but I just don't remember."
"Don't remember hitting your head, or going into the bathroom?"
"Either," she admitted. "I must've really knocked it." She tapped her fingers to the bump, winced. "I could use a blocker."
"I don't want to give you anything until I check you out a little more," Steve told her.
"You're the doctor."
Eve thought of a case, not so long before, where memories had been lost. Or stolen. "How bad's the headache?"
"Between crappy and lousy."
"If you try to remember, does the pain increase?"
"Remember hitting it?" Carolee closed her eyes, squeezed them in concentration. "No. It stays between crappy and lousy."
"Any nausea, baby, or blurred vision?" Steve shined a penlight in her eyes to check pupil reaction.
"No. I feel like I walked into a wall or something and smacked my head. That's it."
"There was an Out of Order sign on the door," Eve reminded her.
"There . . . That's right!" Carolee's eyes brightened. "I do remember that. So I . . . but I wouldn't - I know I didn't go off to one of the other restrooms. I wouldn't leave Pete. I must've gone in. I must've, because I had to come out again, right? He wasn't there waiting. I must've slipped and hit my head, and I'm just a little shaky on the details. I'm not sure I understand why it matters to the police."
"Mrs. Grogan, you were missing for over an hour."
"Me? Missing? That's crazy. I just - " But she glanced at her wrist unit, and went sheet white. "But that can't be. That can't be the right time. We were only gone for a few minutes. The ferry ride takes less than a half hour, and we'd barely started. This can't be right."
"Nobody could find you. We couldn't find you," Steve said. "We were so scared."
"Well, God." She stared at her husband, shoved a hand through her hair as it started to sink in. "Did I wander off? Hit my head and wander off? Maybe I have a concussion. I wandered off." She looked down at Pete. "And then I yelled at you when I was the one. I'm sorry, kiddo. Really."
"We thought you were dead 'cause there was the blood." The boy pressed his face to Carolee's breast and started to cry.
"Blood?"
"Mrs. Grogan, the DOT officials notified the NYPSD not only because you were, apparently, missing, but because the facilities they believed you entered had a considerable amount of blood on the floor, as well as spatter on the walls and doors of the stalls."
"But . . ." Her breathing went shallow as Carolee stared at Eve. "It's not mine. I'm okay."
"It's not yours. You went into the bathroom," Eve prompted, "despite the Out of Order sign."
"I can't remember. It's just blank. Like it's been erased. I remember watching Pete go into the boys' room, and I . . . I remember seeing the sign, but then, I can't. I would've gone in," she murmured. "Yes, that's what I would've done, just to check, because it was right there and why not look? I couldn't leave Pete. But I don't remember going in, or . . . coming out. But I couldn't have gone in, or I would've come out. Probably screaming if I saw blood all over the place. It doesn't make sense."
"No," Eve agreed, "it doesn't."
"I didn't hurt anyone. I wouldn't."
"I don't think you hurt anyone."
"An hour. I lost an hour. How can that be?"
"Have you ever lost time before?"
"No. Never. I mean, I've lost track of time, you know? But this is different."
"Will, how about getting your mom a drink?" Steve sent his older son an easy smile. "I bet she's a little dehydrated."
"Actually - " Carolee laughed a little weakly. "I could really use the restroom."
"Okay." Eve watched Peabody come back in with a med kit. "Just a second." She walked over to waylay her partner. "Go ahead and give the kit to Grogan, and take the woman to the john. Stick with her."
"Sure. We're on board, and we've got a deck-by-deck search going. I have to say, the natives are getting a little restless."
"Right. They'll have to hang on a little longer."
"I wonder if maybe this whole thing isn't some stupid prank. Somebody dumps a bunch of blood in that bathroom, hangs the sign, sits back and waits for somebody to go in."
"Then why hang the sign?"
"Okay, a flaw in the scenario, but - "
"And how did they transport a couple quarts of human blood? And where did Mrs. Grogan go for an hour?"