I needed to share Novitiate Lalli’s comments with Jagger. Not wanting her to get suspicious if I suddenly asked to see my doctor, I merely smiled and tried to think of what I could do to find him.
She wrinkled her forehead at me and I think she growled. The woman had no love lost for me and vice versa. She and Spike are two of a kind, I thought.
Without a word, she walked away and headed toward the nurses’ station. I walked down the hallway, turned into my room and entered the bathroom. I looked around to make sure no one had come by, and then stuck my hand under my robe and pajama top to pull out the key.
My heart raced at the thought of using it—and getting caught. I stuck the key in the pocket of my robe, walked to the door, and looked both ways down the hallway.
Cautiously, I walked out. At the dayroom door I stopped. Joanna and Barbie Doll (the plastic one) were arguing over the choice of television shows. I watched from the sidelines and could only stand at the ready in case the doll came flying. Before Joanna noticed me, I eased past a few patients and went by the nurses’ station.
At the alcove, I decided to turn toward the stairs leading to the tunnel. After I looked over my shoulder, I touched the key. The cold metal sent a chill up my arm, but I grasped it and took it out. Checking once more to see that no one was around, I stuck it into the lock, turned, heard the click and opened the door. On the other side now, I shut the door, leaned against it and let out my breath.
I listened for any footsteps or voices. After sticking the key back into my pocket, I gingerly walked down the stairs. At the bottom was an alcove with a set of windows and a door to the outside, which looked like the one Jagger had taken me out of.
To the right was the tunnel leading under the buildings. Surrounded by beige walls and, above my head, pipes that occasionally gurgled, I didn’t relish the idea of traveling through the tunnel and getting lost. So I decided to look out the window first.
With the outside security lights on, I could see the Cupid fountain through the branches of the trees. A taxicab pulled around the curved drive and stopped. I eased back from the window. A man dressed in a suit got out. Maybe a doctor. Maybe a visitor. Didn’t matter to me right then. I looked past him to see the black Suburban in the physician’s parking space.
Bingo.
At least I knew Jagger was on the grounds. After sucking in a breath, I stuck the key into the door’s lock.
“Ha! He’s a shit anyway.”
My hand froze at the sound of a female voice. Within seconds, I yanked the key out of the lock, stuck it back into my pocket and ducked into the alcove. I pressed myself as far back behind the wall that bordered the door as I could. Then I looked down to make sure my feet didn’t stick out and pulled both back a bit more.
“Yeah, he sure is,” said another female voice, much closer now.
I held my breath as if getting an X-ray and waited and prayed.
The voices grew distant.
I let out all the air from my lungs and leaned a bit forward. One of the women was Nurse Lawson. The other didn’t look familiar, but at least they were passing through the door and up the stairs. With a sigh, I ran out, unlocked the door, and was outside, relocking it before I could sigh again.
Looking around to make sure no one was about, I hid behind tree after tree until I was closer to the SUV. I also used up a few novenas hoping Jagger was inside. A long shot, but I figured, where else would he go?
When I got near the suburban, I could see a shadow in the driver’s seat and smiled. Once at the door, I whispered, “Jagger,” and tapped on the window.
He quickly turned. “Damn it, Pauline. What the hell are you doing out here?”
Before I knew it, I was sitting on the passenger’s side, saying, “They, Lieutenant Shatley that is, just arrested Spike.” I was so proud of myself.
Jagger took out a toothpick, unwrapped it, placed it between his teeth and remained silent for a few minutes.
Geez! “Did you hear me?”
He looked over. “Questioning. They took him in for questioning.”
“I . . . you . . . damn it! How did you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
He broke the toothpick in two and threw it on the dashboard. “After I finished my coffee, I was going to do just that.”
I looked to see his half-empty cup in the holder between us.
“I’ll bet you don’t know what Novitiate Lalli just said about Spike.”
He remained quiet.
“Ha! See, you don’t.” I sat there and started to twirl my thumbs.
“Of course I don’t. So you are going to tell me.”
As if he had lassoed my tongue and pulled my words out, I babbled on what she’d said about Spike ending with, “Where they all belong! That’s got to be a clue. Spike should go where they all belong.”
“Where who belong?”
“Um. I don’t know that part, Jagger. But she knows something. I just feel it.”
“I trust your instincts, Sherlock.”
“You do?”
“That’s why you’re here.” He took his cup and polished off the rest of the coffee, opened his door and got out. “Let’s get you back inside before you get caught.”
Getting back in was much easier with my “doctor.” A few nurses walked past us in the tunnel and didn’t even pay attention to me. They did, of course, look at Jagger.
At the top of the stairs leading to my unit, he turned toward me. “Keep an eye on Novitiate Lalli. Try to find out who she’s talking about—but don’t be obvious. Find out where she thinks they all belong, too.”
I stood there still marveling at the words, “I trust your instincts, Sherlock.” I’m not too sure what he said after that, but it had to do with the case. Oh, yeah, me finding out more about what the novitiate had said.
How the hell was I going to do that?
I ended up safely in the dayroom, observing. Jagger had left and no one was the wiser. The unit bustled with its usual after-dinner activity. One red-pajama man slept on the chair by the door to the tunnel. Another sat arguing with Joanna and her Barbie doll about what he wanted to watch on television. And Kathy, the new patient, sat on a couch sniffling.
I sat down next to her. “Hi. I’m Pauline,” I said very softly, refraining from touching her in any way.
She turned to look at me.
“Hi,” I repeated. “Did you eat your dinner tonight?”
“I didn’t see you there.” She kept looking at me.
I felt like a specimen under a microscope. “Oh, well, no. You are correct. I was with my doctor.”
“Even my doctor can’t help me. He ruined everything.” A tear escaped her eye.
I wanted to give her a friendly hug, but knew better than to make contact. “Things will get better. You’ll get better and go back home soon. Don’t give him—don’t give anyone—that much power over you. It’ll take time.”
“You think so? Sometimes I feel so . . . like I really do belong here.” Suddenly her eyes widened as if she thought she’d just insulted me. “Sorry.”
“No need to be.” I smiled to lighten the mood. Kathy wasn’t brought here like Mason or Margaret, but Kathy did need to be here. Only temporarily.
“Where’d they take that orderly?” she asked.
I looked toward the door to the tunnel and realized Kathy must have seen them take Spike in for questioning. Maybe she heard something.
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe they arrested him!” I laughed again.
“They arrested him. The one that did that to . . . me.”
I felt like a creep. “I’m so sorry, Kathy. I didn’t mean to bring up—” I sighed. “He deserved to be arrested.”
She waved her hand. “There’s no need to be sorry. I have to toughen up. That’s what my psychiatrist says. I have to let go and be thankful that I am here. Alive, that is.”
“True. That sounds like good advice.”
She let out a sigh and touched my hand. I didn’t pull back.
“I think you might be right about that orderly though,” Kathy said.
“Spike?”
She nodded.
Great. Now we were getting somewhere. “How do you know? Did you hear something?”
She looked around. Vinny had replaced Spike on the chair and was watching a DVD on a handheld screen. Good old Vinny. Couldn’t trust him to watch the lot of us, but he was good as far as keeping his nose out of our business. I’d bet my next paycheck that his movie was X-rated.
She tightened her hold on my arm. “I heard what the men who took him said.”
I wanted to jump up and shake her but thought better. Seemed Kathy had to be handled very delicately. She’d been through quite an ordeal, and I didn’t want to cause any more stress.
“He said he didn’t do it and the man in the dark suit said they only wanted to talk to him.”
That much I knew.
She continued and finally released my arm. “Spike. That was his name?”
I nodded. “That’d be him.”
“Spike said he was not taking all the blame. He said he’d spill his guts to get back at . . . ”
I felt myself leaning closer and closer to Kathy, wishing that I had that imaginary lasso that Jagger always used on me. She couldn’t have forgotten what she was going to say! What she heard!
“Go on,” I nudged.
She looked behind me. I turned to see Novitiate Lalli sweeping down the hallway like a tornado. As she got closer, I knew she didn’t want me talking to Kathy.
But was it because Kathy had been traumatized? Or because Kathy had heard something?
It didn’t matter what Kathy had been about to tell me, since Novitiate Lalli whisked her away, but not before she scolded me with, “Do not upset the patients, Pauline.”
As if I weren’t a patient!
Well, I wasn’t, but she didn’t know that. Hopefully.
I got up and walked around the unit until I found Mason in the dayroom without the TV. Two men in red pajamas were sitting on the couch talking; the third was asleep. I had to laugh to myself. They were like a club, like the ladies of the Red Hat Society, with those outfits on. The fellow sleeping seemed to be the oldest and had been sleeping nearly every time I’d seen him.
“Hey, Mason.” I sat down opposite him at the table.
He was playing solitaire. “Hi, Pauline. Did you have a good day? I missed seeing you at the meals.”
“I did have a good day. Went out on a pass.” No need to fill him in on nakedness in a health spa, Mother’s special hidden cookies, or Jagger’s butt or chest or . . . no need.
He looked up sharply. “And you came back?”
Oops. I merely nodded. “The cops came and took Spike in for questioning.”
His eyes widened. “I’ll be damned. Good. So, will I be out of here soon?”
“One can only hope. We need to know more about whom Spike worked with.” Or more likely for. “Did anything go on while I was gone?” I pictured Margaret in the wet sheets.
Mason set the cards down. “I had a nice lunch with Margaret. Her son sounds like a wonderful child. I have no children of my own, but I have a niece and nephew. Twins. About Kyle’s age. That’s Margaret’s son.”
I nodded.
“Oh, she told you. Well, the woman with that fool doll—”
“Joanna.”
“Yes. Well, Joanna made a scene in the dining room yet again.”
“Did it involve bread?” I chuckled.
“No, actually it involved the younger nun.”
Younger nun? I’d guess since Sister Liz, Sister Janet and Sister Barbie went to the convent with Mary, they were younger than Sister Dolores, but that didn’t help. “The tall one?” I asked with no one special in mind. I hoped it would jar Mason’s memory to give a better description.
“The one who wears a different outfit.”
A novice. Novitiate Lalli. I gave him a brief description of her and he nodded.
What the heck went on between her and Joanna? I figured it was a mental-health issue, since Lord knows, Joanna appeared to have a slew of them.
“Joanna kept talking to her doll, saying things about Spike.”
My ears perked up like Mr. Spock’s.
“Mason, you have to tell me everything. Everything, even if you don’t think it’s pertinent.” I leaned over the table as if to pull more information out of him. A few cards flew onto the floor. “Geez. Sorry.”
“It’s only a game.”
We bent to pick them up at the same time. Our hands touched, his on top—and I didn’t pull back. Actually I didn’t want to pull back. Mason was a good-looking guy and nice to boot. He held my hand a few minutes, then leaned near, placing a kiss on my lips.
Wow!
Before this case, I’d recently been forced into celibacy by my ex-boyfriend’s arrest, and now two kisses in one week. From two different men!
Could life get any better?
We pulled apart, and Mason picked up the cards. When we sat up, we just looked at each other.
And behind Mason, was my shadow, Dr. Dick.
He walked past us, down the hallway to Ward 200B. Maybe I should follow him and explain. But explain what? There was nothing between Jagger and I other than a physical attraction—on my part.
I knew not to go sniffing around where I didn’t belong.
Mason, on the other hand, was right for me despite the fact that he lived over a thousand miles away. I ignored what just happened and said, “What else do you remember?” I croaked out, and then cleared my throat.
He smiled. “Joanna must have heard Sister Lalli talking to Spike at one point.”
“Novitiate Lalli.”
He lifted the cards and restacked them into a pile. “Oh, sorry. I’m not Catholic.”
Oh, boy. He was now off Stella Sokol’s Characteristics of Pauline Sokol’s Future Husband list.
“That’s all right. What did she hear?”
Mason continued on, with lots of information that Jagger and I already knew. It had been established that Spike was the “brawn” in the fraud scam, but we had yet to identify the “brains.”
Maybe it had been Vito? I looked at Mason. “Did she mention Vito at all?”
He thought for a minute. “Vito. Vito. I’m not sure. Joanna was not too coherent at times. Mostly she’d talk to her doll. Then Novitiate Lalli would tell her to be quiet. Almost as if she was trying to silence Joanna. Soon after that, Nurse Lindeman came and medicated Joanna. She fell asleep very quickly.”
Roadblock. Another dead end. Courtesy of the Green Demon.
I wasn’t going to give up though. We’d gotten Spike out of there, and maybe the police, much more skilled in interrogation than I was, could get something out of Spike. Then Jagger would tell me.
In the meantime, I had to do something. I had to tail Novitiate Lalli.
Because I was damn sure she knew something.
After we had left the dayroom to do some spying, I nodded to Mason to sit in the dayroom near the door to the tunnel. Certain that I could trust him, I had explained the next step of keeping the novice nun within earshot.
Meanwhile I dropped down on the couch near a sleeping Joanna. A stuffed Mickey Mouse sat on her chest, almost falling to the floor, but no way was I going to fix Mickey. He’d have to take the fall before I got that close to Joanna.
One thing I’d learned in nursing school was not to let a patient in pain grab onto your hand (give them the metal side rail to squeeze) and never wake a sleeping psychiatric patient unless absolutely necessary.
I looked around the room. Most patients were either talking to themselves, arguing with each other or watching the television. Jackie Dee was nibbling on something, this time a cracker. So I stayed next to Joanna and waited.
Every once in awhile I’d look over at Mason and wink. Callie Jo came over to him and stood there, talking up a storm. I had no idea who she was at the moment, but her distraction seemed to work. No one paid attention to Mason or me. Sister Lalli came out of the nurses’ station with Nurse Lindeman and the medication tray.
Mason stood and pretended to be watching television. I guessed he was listening to whatever went on while still talking to Callie Jo. Most patients ran toward the nurse as if she were passing out gold. I guessed to some of them, the Green Demon was gold. Sadly, many of them needed it.
One of the red-pajama men got his pills, swallowed them down, opened for Novitiate Lalli, and then walked over toward me. He smiled as he sat next to me. It did look as if he’d had a handful, so I figured soon he’d be fast asleep. How sad. Life, nearly the end of his life, was passing him by.
Once the pills were gone and everyone was getting happier as the medication melted into their systems, the nurse and nun left and Joanna started to stir. Oh, boy. I had to be on my toes now or I’d be wearing Mickey on my head.
I smiled at her. “Did you have a good nap?” It must not have been her time for medication, since no one had waked her up.
She held Mickey tighter to her chest. “What nap?”
I’d better change the subject, I thought. But what the heck was a safe subject to talk about with her?
She started telling Mickey to watch out for me. Me! I was the one. The one who knew.
Now I was freaking out. Joanna was scary, to say the least, and now she was downright creepy.
How much did she really know?
“What are you talking about, Joanna?” I asked as softly and nonthreatening as I knew how.
She hugged Mickey tighter.
“I’m not going to touch your doll.”
She clucked her tongue at me and cackled. Yes, cackled. It sure wasn’t a real laugh. “Mickey Mouse, you fool, is not a doll.”
Nor is he real, you fruitcake. “Oh, sorry. Anyway. What were you telling Mickey about me?”
She leaned near. “I know. I heard you talking to him.”
“To Mickey?”
Another cackle. “You’re dumber than you look. No, you fool, to the doctor.”
Jagger? She’d heard me talking to Jagger? “The doctor. What did I say that was so wrong?”
Joanna’s eyes darkened. She was actually a very attractive woman if her eyes didn’t show her mental illness so readily. A little makeup and combing of her brunette locks would do wonders for her. One thing about this place, very few patients cared about personal grooming.
She’d better not start with that “you know” business when I asked her a question, I thought. I was losing my patience with Joanna although I knew the woman was sick. So I bit my tongue and waited.
“Ha! You said you’d sleep with him. He told me so!”
Jagger said that?
Now I was getting more confused than Joanna. “I never said I’d sleep with anyone.”
She looked at Mickey and ignored me.
Fine. Let her talk to a stuffed mouse.
“He told me so. You remember hearing it. Don’t you?”
I looked at the mouse, waiting for a response. Then I came to my senses and got up. “This is crazy,” I mumbled. “Good night, Joanna. Mickey.” I nodded to the damn mouse.
Joanna cackled again and then said, “He really did tell me. Then when he went to her room, she killed him. He was lying right on top of her when we all came to the door.”
I shut my eyes.
Great. She was talking about the late Terry and his accidental death.
But, damn! Had Terry really told her I’d sleep with him?
After ordering myself to ignore the fact that Joanna had started some rumor about Terry and me, I motioned for Mason to come next to me.
The man in the red pajamas woke up, glared at Joanna and Mickey and said, “Shut the hell up, you two. Can’t Santa get some sleep around here?”
Mason and I chuckled. I wanted to ask him if he’d heard the lies that Joanna had told, but decided it wouldn’t benefit the case. Terry was gone and no matter his part in the fraud, we couldn’t prosecute him or stop the scam from continuing with her information.
I actually believed Terry was not involved and was merely a sick man.
“Did you get anything out of her?” Mason asked.
I sighed and shook my head. “Poor woman is worse off than I thought. She almost had me talking to Mickey Mouse.”
Mason laughed and put his arm around me. We walked down to the other dayroom to talk privately, and I surprised myself with the fact that I didn’t shrug off his arm. I heard shuffling behind us, and turned to see Santa following us. Guess he was fed up with Joanna.
The two other red-pajama men were there fast asleep. I watched “Santa” take a seat next to them and smiled. What a threesome. I only hoped that they’d all be out of here by next Christmas.
We sat in the love seat by the window. It was so dark out tonight that I could barely make out the Cupid fountain in the distance.
Mason looked around. “Lalli—Novitiate Lalli—and Spike used to date.”
I felt my jaw drop. “What?”
“I heard her talking to Nurse Lindeman. You know when they pass out the medication, they chat. It’s as if they are robots doing the job. I guess they give out so much medicine around here that they barely pay attention.”
“What?” I repeated, still floored.
“You heard me right, Pauline. She told Nurse Lindeman that she was glad Spike got hauled off.”
“And you knew she was talking about the cops taking him.”
He nodded. “Yes. So, I moved closer when I heard Spike’s name. The bastard.”
Now I nodded. “Go on.”
“Okay. The nun said she used to date him. Said when she was in nursing school, he was her first patient that she had to give an injection to.”
I smiled, remembering my first time.
Mason grabbed my hand and held it. “Pauline, Spike had just gotten out of jail. He had an infection, and she had to give him an antibiotic shot. Then, she started to get to know him better each day, she said. Nurse Lindeman didn’t seem too interested, but she was polite and let Novitiate Lalli talk.”
“Her conscience must be eating away at her. Guess she thought Nurse Lindeman was a good sounding board. She seems very passive and nice.”
“I guess. But, imagine, Novitiate Lalli and Spike were . . . lovers.”
“And a scorned lover makes a wonderful snitch,” I said.