Devil's Waltz Part 37

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CHEMICAL RESEARCH.

NORFOLK, VIRGINIA.

The inst.i.tute had funded only two projects for the current academic year: #37959: Ashmore, Laurence Allan. Western Pediatric Medical Center, Los Angeles, CA. Soil toxicity as a factor in the etiology of pediatric neoplasms: a follow-up study. $973,652.75, three years. #37960: Zimberg, Walter William. University of Maryland, Baltimore, MD. Non-parametric statistics versus Pearson correlations in scientific prediction: the investigative, heuristic, and predictive value of a priori determination of sample distribution. $124,731.00, three years.

The second study was quite a mouthful, but Ferris Dixon obviously wasn't paying by the word. Ashmore had received nearly 90 percent of its total funding.

Nearly a million dollars for three years.



Very big bucks for a one-man project that was basically a rehash. I was curious about what it took to impress the folks at Ferris Dixon. But it was Sunday and even those with deep pockets rested.

I returned home, changed into soft clothes, and puttered, pretending the fact that it was the weekend meant something to me. At six o'clock, no longer able to fake it, I called the Jones house. As the phone rang, the front door opened and Robin stepped in. She waved, stopped in the kitchen to kiss my cheek, then kept going toward the bedroom. Just as she disappeared from view Cindy's voice came on the line.

"h.e.l.lo."

"Hi. It's Alex Delaware."

"Oh, hi. How are you, Dr. Delaware?"

"Fine. And you?"

"Oh . . . pretty good." She sounded edgy.

"Something the matter, Cindy?"

"No . . . Um, could you hold for just one second?"

She covered the receiver and the next time I heard her voice it was m.u.f.fled and her words were unintelligible. But I made out another voice answering-from the low tones, Chip.

"Sorry," she said. "We're just getting settled. I thought I heard Ca.s.sie-she's taking a nap."

Definitely edgy.

"Tired from the ride?" I said.

"Um . . . that and just getting readjusted. She had a great big dinner, plus dessert, then just dropped off. I'm across the hall from her right now. Keeping my ears open . . . you know."

"Sure," I said.

"I keep her door open to our bathroom-it connects to our room-and a night light on inside. So I can look in on her regularly."

"How do you get any sleep that way?"

"Oh, I manage. If I'm tired, I nap when she does. Being together so much, we've kind of gotten on to the same schedule."

"Do you and Chip ever take s.h.i.+fts?"

"No, I couldn't do that-his course load's really heavy this semester. Are you coming out to visit us, soon?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Sure. Um . . . how about in the afternoon-around four?"

Thinking of the 101 freeway snarl, I said, "Would earlier be possible?"

"Um, okay-three-thirty?"

"I was thinking even earlier, Cindy, like two?"

"Oh, sure . . . I've got some things to do-would two-thirty be okay?"

"Fine."

"Great, Dr. Delaware. We're looking forward to seeing you."

I walked to the bedroom, thinking how much more nervous she sounded at home than in the hospital. Something about home setting her off-raising her anxiety and leading to Munchausen manipulation?

Though, even if she was virgin-innocent, I supposed it made sense for her house to spook her. For her, home was where the harm was.

Robin was slipping into a little black dress I'd never seen before. I zipped her up, pressed my cheek to the warmth between her shoulder blades, and finally managed to complete the process. We drove to the top of the Glen, to an Italian place in the shopping center just below Mulholland. No reservation, and we had to wait at a cold onyx bar. Frantic singles scene tonight, lots of tanned flesh and triple entendres. We enjoyed not being part of it, reveled in silence. I started to have real faith in our reunion-something pleasant to think about.

A half hour later we were seated at a corner table and ordering before the waiter could escape. We ate veal and drank wine for a peaceful hour, drove back home, got out of our clothes and straight into bed. Despite the wine, our union was quick, limber, almost jovial. Afterward, Robin ran a bath, got in, and called for me to join her. Just as I was about to, the phone rang.

"Dr. Delaware, this is Janie at your service. I've got a call from a Chip Jones."

"Thanks. Put him on, please."

"Dr. Delaware?"

"Hi, Chip, what's up?"

"Nothing-nothing medical, that is, thank G.o.d. I hope I'm not calling too late?"

"Not at all."

"Cindy just phoned me to say you're coming by, tomorrow afternoon. I'm checking to see if you need me to be there."

"Your input's always welcome, Chip."

"Hmm."

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm afraid there is. I've got an afternoon cla.s.s at one-thirty, then a meeting with some of my students right afterward. Nothing earth-shattering-just routine office hours-but with finals approaching, the undergraduate panic level's been rising at a precipitous rate."

"No problem," I said, "I'll catch you the next time."

"Great-and if something comes up that you want to ask me about, just call. I gave you my number here, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"Great. Then it's all set."

I hung up, bothered by his call but not sure why. Robin called from the bathroom and I went in. The light was dim and she was up to her neck in suds, head tilted back against the rim of the tub. A few cl.u.s.ters of bubbles dotted her pinned-up hair, s.h.i.+ny as gems. Her eyes were closed and she kept them that way as I got in.

Covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she said, "Shudder, shudder-hope that's not Norman Bates."

"Norman preferred showers."

"Oh. Right. Norman's meditative brother, then."

"Norman's wet brother-Merman."

She laughed. I stretched out, closed my eyes too. She put her legs atop mine. I sank, feeling myself warm, ma.s.saging her toes, trying to loosen up. But I kept thinking of the conversation I'd just had with Chip and remained tight.

Cindy just phoned me to say you're coming by tomorrow afternoon.

Meaning he hadn't been home when I'd called.

Hadn't been the man I'd heard Cindy speaking to.

The edginess . . .

Robin said, "What's the matter? Your shoulders are all bunched."

I told her.

"Maybe you're reading too much into it, Alex. It could have been a relative visiting-her father or her brother."

"She doesn't have either."

"So it was a cousin or an uncle. Or a service call-the plumber, the electrician, whatever."

"Try getting one of those guys on a Sunday evening," I said.

"They're rich. The rich get what they want when they want it."

"Yeah, maybe that's all it was. . . . Still, I thought she sounded nervous. As if I'd caught her off guard."

"Okay, let's say she's having a fling. You already suspect her of poisoning her kid. Adultery's a misdemeanor in comparison."

"Having a fling the first day back from the hospital?"

"Hubby didn't see anything wrong with flying off to his office the first day, did he? If that's his usual pattern, she's probably a lonely lady, Alex. He isn't giving her what she needs, so she's getting it elsewhere. Anyway, does adultery relate to this Munchausen business?"

"Anything that makes someone with those tendencies feel helpless could have an effect. But it's more than that, Robin. If Cindy's having an affair, that could provide a motive. Ditch hubby and kids, get free to be with her lover."

"There are easier ways to get free of your family."

"We're talking about someone sick."

"Really sick."

"I don't get paid to deal with healthy heads."

She leaned forward and touched my face. "This is really getting to you."

"Sure is. Ca.s.sie's so d.a.m.ned dependent and everyone's failing her."

"You're doing everything you can."

"I suppose."

We stayed in the water. I worked at relaxing again, settled finally for loose muscles and a tight mind. Soapsud clouds gathered around Robin's shoulders like an ermine stole. She looked beautiful and I told her so.

She said, "What a flatterer, Mer." But her grin was deep and heartfelt. At least I'd made someone feel good.

We got back into bed and tackled the Sunday paper. I read carefully this time, searching for anything on Western Peds or Laurence Ashmore but finding nothing. The phone rang at ten forty-five. Robin answered. "Hi, Milo."

He said something that made her laugh. She said, "Absolutely," handed me the receiver, and returned to her crossword puzzle.

"Nice to hear her voice again," he said. "Finally, you show some good judgment." The connection was clear, but it sounded distant.

"Where are you?"

"Alley behind a leather-goods store, little pilfering surveillance, nothing so far. Am I interrupting something?"

"Domestic bliss," I said, stroking Robin's arm. She was concentrating hard on the puzzle, pencil in mouth, but her hand rose to meet mine and we laced fingers.

"Let's hear it for any kind of bliss," said Milo. "Got a couple of things for you. First, your Mr. Huenengarth has an interesting pattern. Valid driver's license and social security number, but the address on the license traces to a mail drop in Tarzana, and he's got no phone number, credit history, or IRS file. No county records either. No record of him in the military or on the voter roster. Similar pattern to a long-term con just out of the joint-someone who hasn't voted or paid taxes. Though he doesn't show up on NCIC or the parole rolls either, so maybe it's a computer glitch or I screwed up technically. I'll have Charlie try tomorrow."

"Phantom of the hospital," I said. "I feel so much better knowing he's head of Security."

Robin looked up briefly, then down again.

"Yeah," said Milo. "You'd be surprised how many strange types get into security-nutcases who try out for police departments, don't pa.s.s the psych evaluation. Meantime, keep your distance from him until I can find out more. Second thing is, I've been nosing around the Herbert file and plan to do a little late-night downtown prowl-talk to that bartender witness."

Devil's Waltz Part 37

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