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Black Notice - Cornwell Patricia - Страница 52
"I've never had a strong wind set off the alarm in my garage," I said.
"But if you're a burglar and figure a house has a burglar alarm," Butler continued to reason, "you might not assume the garage door's on it. And maybe there's something in there worth stealing."
"In broad daylight?" I asked.
The detective was dusting the doorjamb while more cold air blew in.
"Okay, let's see, Doc." McElwayne continued filling out the report. "Got your home address. Need the one downtown, and your home and business telephone numbers."
"I really don't want my unlisted phone number in a press basket," I said, trying to restrain my building resentment of this intrusion, well intended or not.
"Dr. Scarpetta, you got any prints on file?" the detective asked, brush poised, black magnetic powder dirtying the door.
"Yes. For exclusionary purposes."
"Thought you might. I think all MRs ought to in case they touch something they're not supposed to," he said, not intending to insult me but doing it anyway.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" I tried to get McElwayne to look up at me and listen. "I don't want this in the paper. I don't want every news reporter and God knows who else calling me at home and knowing my exact address and my Social Security number and D.O.B., race, sex, where I was born, height, weight, eye color, next of kin..,
"Anything happened lately we should know about?" McElwayne continued questioning me as Butler handed the detective lifting tape.
"A car followed me Wednesday night," I reluctantly replied.
I felt all eyes on me.
"It seems my secretary was followed, too. Last night."
McElwayne was writing all of this down, too. The doorbell sounded again, and I saw Marino in the video display of the Aiphone on the wall by the refrigerator.
"And I'd better not read about that in the paper;" I warned as I walked out of the kitchen.
"No, ma'am, it will be in the supplementary report. That doesn't go in the press basket," Butler's voice followed me.
"Goddamn it, do something," I said to Marino as I opened the door. "Someone tries to break into my goddamn house and now my privacy's going to be broken into next."
Marino was vigorously chewing gum and looked like I was the one who had committed a crime.
"It'd be nice if you'd let me know when someone tries to break into your house. I shouldn't have to hear about it on the fucking scanner," he said, his angry strides carrying him toward the sound of voices.
I'd had enough and retreated to my study to call Marie. A young child answered the phone, then Marie got on.
"I just found out about the alarm going off while you were here on Tuesday," I said to her.
"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Scarpetta," she said in a pleading voice. "I didn't know what to do. I didn't do anything to set it off. I was vacuuming and then it happened. I couldn't remember the code because I was so scared:"
"I understand, Marie," I said. "It scares me, too. It just went off again tonight, so I know exactly what you mean. But I need you to tell me these things when they happen."
"The police didn't believe me. I was sure of it. I told them I didn't go into the garage, and I could tell..:' "It's all right," I said again.
"I was afraid you would be angry with me because the police… that maybe you wouldn't want me working for you anymore… I should have told you. I will always. I promise:' "You don't need to be afraid. The police aren't going to hurt you in this country, Marie. It's not the same thing as where you're from. And I want you to be very careful when you're at my house. Keep the alarm on and make sure it's on when you leave. Did you notice anyone or maybe a car that caught your attention for some reason?"
"I remember it was raining hard and very cold. I didn't see anyone."
"You let me know if you do," I said.
29
Somehow the supplemental part of the attempted burglary offense report made it into the press basket in time for the six o'clock news on Saturday night. Reporters began calling both Rose and me at home with question after question about our being followed I had no doubt Bray was behind that little slip. It was a nice little bit of amusement for her on an otherwise cold, dreary weekend. Of course she didn't give a damn that my sixty-four-year-old secretary lived alone in a community that did not have a guard gate.
Late Sunday afternoon I sat in my great room, a fire burning, as I worked on a long overdue journal article that I had no heart for. The wretched weather continued and my concentration drifted. By now, Jo should have been admitted to MCV and Lucy should be in D.C., I supposed. I didn't know for sure. But of one thing I was certain. Lucy was angry, and whenever she was angry, she cut herself off from me. It could go on for months, even a year.
I had managed to avoid calling my mother or my sister Dorothy, which might have seemed pretty cold of me, but I didn't need one more watt of stress. I finally relented early Sunday evening. Apparently Dorothy wasn't home. I tried my mother next.
"No, Dorothy's not here," my mother said. "She's in Richmond, and maybe you would know that if you ever bothered to call your sister and your mother. Lucy's in a shooting, and you can't be bothered…"
"Dorothy's in Richmond?" I said in disbelief.
"What do you expect? She's her mother."
"So Lucy's in Richmond, too?" The thought sliced through me like a scalpel.
"That's why her mother's going there. Of course Lucy's in Richmond."
I didn't know why I should have been surprised. Dorothy was a narcissistic upstager. Whenever there was drama, she had to be the center of it. If that meant suddenly assuming the role of mother to a child she cared nothing about, Dorothy would.
"She left yesterday and didn't want to bother to ask about staying in your house, since you don't seem to care about your family," my mother said.
"Dorothy never wants to stay in my house."
My sister was quite fond of hotel bars. At my house, there was no possibility of meeting men, at ldast not any I was willing to share with her.
"Where is she staying?" I asked. "And is Lucy staying with her?"
"No one will tell me, all this secrecy business, and here I am, her grandmother..:"
I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Mother, I've got to go," I said.
I practically hung up on her and called the orthopedic department chair, Dr. Graham Worth, at home.
"Graham, you've got to help me out," I told him.
"Don't tell me a patient in my unit died," he wryly said.
"Graham, you know I wouldn't ask for your help unless it was something very important."
Levity gave way to silence.
"You've got a patient under an alias. She's DEA, was shot in Miami. You know who I mean."
He didn't answer me.
"My niece, Lucy, was involved in the same shooting;" I went on.
"I know about the shooting," he replied. "Certainly it's been in the news."
"I'm the one who asked Jo Sanders's DEA supervisor to transfer her to MCV I promised to'personally look after her, Graham."
"Listen, Kay," he said. "I've been instructed that under no circumstances am I allowed to let anyone but immediate family in to see her."
"No one else?" I said in disbelief. "Not even my niece?"
He paused, then said, "It pains me to tell you this, but especially not her."
"Why?That's ridiculous!"
"It's not my call."
I couldn't imagine Lucy's reaction if she was being barred from seeing her lover.
"She's got a shattered, comminuted fracture of the left femur;" he was explaining. "I've had to put in a plate. She's in traction and on morphine, Kay. She fades in and out: Only her parents are seeing her. I'm not even sure she really understands where she is or what happened to her."
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