Isaac found the street he was looking for not far from Cain’s world-famous ballroom. A quiet suburb, a little rundown, it was nothing like his father’s place. Single-bedroom homes built side-by-side on quarter-lots with driveways that were overgrown with weed.
He drove slowly, gaze switching from the road itself to the houses on either side as well as the cars parked against the curb. He drove the entire street, looking back the way he had come and at the end of each block he considered the side streets before he went on. He drove all the way to where the road petered into salt brush and scrub and there he turned the car.
1433 was about halfway along with a pale blue VW Bug parked just ahead of the garage. Pulling up he switched off the engine and sat where he was with his palms sweating. Adjusting the mirror on the dashboard he took in his reflection where he was pale in the face. He checked his necktie and the collar of his tunic. He had hung the uniform on a coat hanger last night and had worked the toes of his shoes with polish and brush.
No movement from where the VW was parked. Nobody in the yard, though the sun was still out and no wind disturbed the trees. He could see nobody at any of the windows and still he sat with his hands clasped in his lap. Another minute passed before he opened the door and got out.
Hesitating for a moment on the sidewalk, he flattened the skirts of his tunic and pasted a hand through his hair. He looked up and down the street but no cars were on the move, nobody was walking, there was not so much as a dog. Making his way up the drive he glanced at the VW where a plastic flower was fixed underneath the windshield.
On the stoop his palms were sweating even more than they had been just now and he worked one hand against his thigh. Lightly he knocked but nobody came to the door. He knocked again and still nobody came. Concentrating hard, he eased his tongue across his lips and knocked on the door once more.
He was about to try one last time when he heard the clack of shears coming from the other side of the house. Sweat on his brow, he walked around the yard to the back and there she was, clipping dead heads off some weary-looking flowers. The kitchen door stood open and she was on her knees at the stoop wearing a pair of slacks and a loose fitting top. Her hair was dark and long and it hung in a single plait.
She stiffened as his shadow fell across the grass. She remained like that for a few seconds then she looked up, eyes wide and her mouth open as she took in the uniform. The look on her face, the expression in her eyes, it was as if for a moment she thought he might be his father. Isaac opened his mouth to tell her she was mistaken but no words seemed to come and when finally they did his voice sounded as if it might crack.
‘It’s me, Mom,’ he said. ‘It’s Isaac.’
For a long time she still seemed to stare. Then she was on her feet, and making for the kitchen she tried to slam the door. Instinctively Isaac stuck out a foot and it caught between the edge and the jamb. Tears glassed. He swallowed hard.
‘Mom, please,’ he said. ‘Mom.’ He peered at her through the crack. ‘What’s going on? Why’re you calling yourself Carla Simpson?’
He eased his shoulder against the door and with no choice but to step back, his mother let go and pressed herself against the kitchen wall. Palms flattened at her sides she stared at him. Isaac went in and closed the door. Then he turned to face her and leaned with his back to the door.
‘It’s all right,’ he told her. ‘I know this is a hell of a shock after all these years. It’s not exactly easy for me.’ He tried to smile. ‘Coming up here like this, it was just about all I could muster. The fact is I drove right past the house just now and when I got to the end of the street I almost gave up and went back.’
Still she stood flat to the wall and her eyes were fixed on his.
‘But I couldn’t do that,’ Isaac went on. ‘I couldn’t just turn around and go back. I had to see you, Mom. It’s not as if I had any choice.’ His expression had darkened a little and he cast a glance towards the window. ‘I had to make sure I got to you before Ishmael.’
*
Quarrie was sitting on the couch in Alice Barker’s office, hat upturned on the cushions next to him he had his elbows on his knees. At her desk Alice looked a little pensive.
‘Why does she do that?’ Quarrie said. ‘A woman her age: why does she do that with a child’s doll?’
Alice shuddered visibly. ‘I have no idea. I’m just a secretary. No matter how well I might get on with Dr Beale, he’s a professional and does not divulge anything about his patients.’
‘You haven’t heard from him this morning?’
‘No, I haven’t.’
‘Have you heard anything since he left at all?’
She shook her head.
‘How long has he been gone?’
‘I guess it’s a couple of days.’
Quarrie nodded. ‘And he never spoke to you about Miss Annie?’
Alice shook her head.
‘But you know he considered her to be a special case.’
With a sigh Alice got to her feet. Hugging her arms about her she walked to the window and gazed across the grounds as if she hoped to see her boss striding up from the gate.
‘It was Mary-Beth who told me,’ she stated. ‘Trinity had burned and she was just about to leave. She told me that Miss Annie would be coming up here and she was one of Dr Beale’s special cases.’
Quarrie frowned. ‘What did she mean exactly?’
Shaking her head, Alice spoke without turning to look at him. ‘I don’t know. All she said was that Dr Beale wanted her brought here.’ She paused for a moment and then she added, ‘There is one other thing though: Mary-Beth told me that before she was a patient, Miss Annie used to be a nurse at Trinity.’
Quarrie was on his feet. Crossing to the window he took her by the arm and turned her around so she faced him.
Alice looked into his eyes. ‘We talked – it was the last time I spoke to her and I remember how Mary-Beth sounded agitated, a little upset. She told me that once upon a time Miss Annie had been a nurse down there working with Nancy McClain.’ Stepping around him she went back to her desk. ‘It must’ve been twenty-five years ago. Mary-Beth said she wasn’t known as Miss Annie then though, she was whoever she used to be before she got sick.’
‘So Annie’s not her real name?’
‘I don’t know. I don’t think so. Nobody ever said.’
‘But it will be listed in the hospital records?’
‘Her full name, yes, of course. But I have no access to that.’ Catching the look in his eye she went on. ‘There’s no point asking anyone else because they won’t show you any of the files, not without written permission from Dr Beale.’
Quarrie turned to the window and gazed across the grounds to the women’s wing but all he could see was that wizened-looking woman from behind a panel of reinforced glass.
‘I need to talk to her,’ he said almost to himself. ‘Alice, I have to speak to Miss Annie.’
Isaac sat in a cane chair in his mother’s living room. She was perched on the edge of the sofa, her gaze like that of a bird, eyes darting from his features to the window and from the window back. Isaac was more composed now, the tears that had threatened when he first arrived were not there anymore and his palms were no longer sweating.
‘I’m sorry this is such a shock,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call but I had to know you were all right. I had to know he hadn’t gotten here ahead of me.’
Lips hollowed into an oval, Clara looked at him but did not speak. She peered beyond him again to the door.
‘Why would Ishmael come here?’ she asked finally.
Isaac twisted his lip. ‘He’s looking for you. He’s angry. He’s in some kind of rage, and you know he’s crazy, don’t you?’
On his feet he crossed to the window and eased aside the drape. It was getting dark outside and he peered up and down the street. Clara remained where she was on the lip of the couch with her legs crossed at the ankle.
Isaac spoke without looking round. ‘He killed Dad and I have to protect you. I couldn’t figure why he’d go after Dad at first, but as soon as I found those papers I understood. You’re not safe here, Mom. Ishmael had the key and he found those papers before I did. He knows where you are, and for all we know, he’s watching the house right now.’
Sitting down next to her he tried to smile. ‘Look, it’s all right. It’s OK. I know this is a bolt from the blue. It was for me too. But so much has happened since you left. It was so long ago. We’re all grown up, me and Ish. We’re men now and when you left we were boys.’ Leaning back in the chair he sighed. ‘Ishmael’s problems, they’ve been going on for a long time.’
The way she stared at his uniform, his mother seemed transfixed.
‘Something, isn’t it?’ Isaac said. ‘One of us had to join though, us being Bowen’s and all and I guess the Army wouldn’t take Ish.’ He looked her in the eye. ‘I bet you wouldn’t have guessed it, would you? Three tours in Nam, Mom: I did three full tours in Nam.’
Sweat on his brow, he spread his palms. ‘There was only one time I was ever really scared and that’s when I knew I was coming home. One last firefight, thirty-one of us already dead and they had us really pinned down. But the CP sent in air support and we got out of there without taking any more hits. Back at camp I phoned Dad and he told me Ish was at a hospital called Trinity.’ He looked beyond her then with his brow deeply lined and his eyes gathered into wrinkles. ‘You know, in the three years I was over there I wrote Dad every week and not once did he ever write back.’
Listening to him Clara was sitting very upright, rigid almost, her hands balled into fists. Reaching over, Isaac smoothed out those fists and entwined her fingers in his.
‘Mom, that hospital where Ish was at was an asylum for criminals. I never knew that till I got down there. What was the old man thinking?’
‘He didn’t tell you?’ she said.
He shook his head. ‘No, he didn’t. The truth is Dad never talked to me hardly at all. Since you left out he’s kept himself to himself, and in all those years he’s rarely spoken two words to me about anything other than what it was that had to be said.’
Once again he got to his feet. ‘It’s weird,’ he said, ‘but ever since I found out he got shot, it’s like it was back when we were kids. Ishmael, I’m talking about. Twins and all, I can sense him the way I used to, and the craziest thing happened at the grocery store.’ His eyes dulled a little. ‘Actually, given what I found out since I guess it wasn’t so crazy after all.’ Turning again he smiled. ‘But it’s OK. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Not now. It’s why I came. I know what Ishmael wants and he’s not going to get anywhere near you. But we can’t stay here, Mom. It’s not safe.’
Quarrie bought Alice an early dinner at a restaurant about a mile from Bellevue while they waited for things to settle down at the hospital. Ordering their entrées he poured her a glass of wine and explained what he wanted to do.
‘You understand, Alice,’ he said, ‘every minute that goes by is a minute lost. So far the state police have come up with nothing on Briers and nothing on Nancy either.’
‘But I don’t understand,’ Alice said. ‘You told me Mary-Beth was murdered and Charlie Briers too most probably, and now he’s going after Nancy. Why would someone do that and what’s it got to do with Miss Annie?’
Sitting back with his hands flat on the table Quarrie let go a sigh. ‘The fact is I don’t understand it myself. But Ishmael Bowen wants something. He’s looking for something only I don’t know what it is. I think he tried to get it from his father back in Fannin County but either he didn’t have it or he would not give it up and Ishmael shot him. He wiped his prints from the gun and put it in his father’s hand to make it look as if he’d killed himself. I don’t know why he’d do that, guilt with it being his father perhaps, but whatever the reason it’s a fact the Fannin County coroner has gone for it.’ Sitting back he spread his fingers. ‘Patricide, Alice; that’s a hell of a thing and very few people are capable of it. What it was made him do it I can’t tell you. But I saw him in Miss Annie’s old room down at Trinity. For some reason he was up there and I have to find out why.’
Taking a sip of wine he glanced beyond the counter towards the kitchen. ‘Those steaks will be here in a piece, but if you’ll excuse me I need to call my son before he goes to bed.’ Pushing back his chair he got up. ‘He’s been doing a school project about an old train wreck and the whole thing seems to have upset him.’
He found a payphone in the hallway next to the restrooms and, with no quarters in his pocket, he called collect. Eunice picked up and told him James was in the shower.
‘He’s been working that calf-roping horse with Nolo,’ she said. ‘The two of them been in the big corral ever since he got home from school.’
‘OK then, I tell you what,’ Quarrie said. ‘I’m still in Shreveport right now so don’t go getting him out of the shower. Tell him I’ll talk to him tomorrow. There’s a chance I might even make it home but don’t tell him that in case it doesn’t happen.’
‘Whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Listen, while I’ve got you on the phone, your captain called here this afternoon wanting to get ahold of you. Told me you don’t check in with him nearly as often as you should.’
Quarrie chuckled. ‘That what he said?’
‘Yes, he did. Said for you to call him just as soon as I gave you the message.’
Hanging up, Quarrie called Van Hanigan’s number and again he had to call collect.
‘Knew it’d be you, John Q,’ the captain said when he picked up. ‘Nobody else would phone me at home and make sure it’s me that paid for the phone call.’
‘I’m in Louisiana,’ Quarrie told him.
‘Yeah, the operator said as much. So what you doing over there?’
‘Hanging out with a real nice lady, a secretary at Bellevue Hospital. I’m coercing her, Captain; persuading her into doing something that she shouldn’t.’
‘You think I want to hear about that?’
Quarrie worked a hand through his hair. ‘So anyway, Eunice said how you were looking for me?’
‘Yeah, I was. Austin took a message from Isaac Bowen. His brother and all, he called to tell you he’s figured out what’s going on.’
Quarrie stood straighter where he was leaning against the wall. ‘Isaac said that?’
‘Yes, he did, yesterday; last night in fact: early hours of this morning.’
Again he dialled the operator and this time asked her to connect him to the Bowen house in Fannin County. The phone rang and rang but Isaac did not pick up. Settling the receiver back on the hook, Quarrie returned to the table where his steak was waiting.
Back at the hospital a couple of hours later he and Alice walked from the gate to the main entrance where all was quiet. With the patients locked in their rooms for the night there was only a minimal number of staff on duty. Using Beale’s keys again, Alice took him into the women’s wing where this time the common room was empty. Formica tables and chairs neatly stacked, the floor had been freshly polished and there was no light at the nurses’ station. They passed beyond the next locked door and the one after that, and then they were outside the door to the isolation corridor.
On the other side of the glass panel Quarrie could see that the hall was only dimly lit and no nurse occupied the desk.
‘That station isn’t staffed at night.’ Alice repeated what she had told him earlier. ‘There’s no need, the patients are checked by an orderly every couple of hours but usually things are pretty quiet.’ She looked doubtful all over again, weighing the keys in her hand then clutching them tightly. ‘I’ll have to come with you,’ she said. ‘And I hate going down there. You know this could cost me my job.’ She peered back the way they had come. ‘Look, I’m not sure anymore. I’m really worried. This is Miss Annie we’re talking about. Just about anything could happen.’
Taking her hand Quarrie held it tightly. ‘All you have to do is get me the key from the nurse’s desk. I can do the rest.’
She snorted. ‘How do you think she’s going to react to some stranger in her room in the dead of night, a woman as unbalanced as that? She’ll think you’re there for her baby. She thinks everyone wants to take her baby away from her and she might try and hurt you. She’s capable of just about anything, you know. In Texas she put out the eye of an orderly.’
He nodded. ‘I know, Alice. I’m aware of that. But I’ve got an idea how I can deal with her.’
‘I’m sure you can handle her physically,’ Alice went on, ‘but that’s not the point. No matter what you tell me, if we’re found down here I will lose my job.’
Again Quarrie peered through the panel. ‘Alice,’ he said, ‘you’re not going to lose your job. Look, I understand how you feel but I have to do this and we’re here already. Miss Annie won’t attack me. And if she does I can deal with it.’ He tapped the weight of the door. ‘These are fire-proof. Any noise she makes won’t be enough to disturb anybody.’
Inside the corridor Alice re-locked the door behind them and together they walked the floor all the way past Miss Annie’s room to the nurse’s workstation. Locating the keys, Alice worked them around the ring until she came to the one she wanted. Prising it loose she handed it to him and Quarrie stripped off his jacket. Unbuckling his shoulder holsters, he placed his weapons on the desk and was about to leave his hat as well, but then he remembered Miss Annie had seen him wearing it.
Alice took a seat at the desk. ‘Try not to let her make too much noise because fire doors or not, if the other patients start up you’ll be able to hear the racket clear across to Texas.’
Quarrie glanced at her. He could feel his heart beating a little bit faster than he would’ve liked, and he could not help but be reminded of two dark nights at the ruin in the Piney Woods. ‘Wish me luck, Alice,’ he said.
‘I’ve already done that.’ She wasn’t smiling. ‘On account of how badly I figure you’re going to need it.’
Quarrie walked back the way they had come with the key in his palm and his palm sweating. When he got to the door he looked the length of the corridor but could no longer see Alice’s face where she was hidden deep in the shadows.
Through the reinforced glass panel he could see the bed and the frail-looking figure of its occupant under the glow of a nightlight. Alice had told him that Dr Beale agreed to humor Miss Annie with the light for the sake of her baby. Apparently she’d had one like it at Trinity.
Inside the room she did not stir. With the door closed, Quarrie stood with his back to it and listened to the sound of her breathing. It was even and regular, coming in little whistles from deep in her throat. Quarrie could not quite believe he was there, and now that he was, he wasn’t sure if his plan would work. He wondered what he would do if she attacked him.
‘Miss Annie,’ he said softly. ‘My name’s John Q and I’m a Texas Ranger. I’m the guy in the hat who came by this afternoon and I’m here to protect you and your baby.’
Her breathing stilled, the whistle died to nothing. Still he remained with his back to the door and she lay exactly where she was, only he could no longer hear any sound.
And then she sat up.
Hunched against the wall where stick children played she peered through the darkness and he could just about make out those bulbous blue eyes that, once upon a time, might have been her best feature.
She did not speak. She just stared at him, but he noted how she did not clutch the doll to her breast like he’d thought she would, it remained on the pillow.
‘I’m on guard, Miss Annie,’ he told her. ‘I know they try and take your baby away from you, but I’m on guard tonight to make sure nobody does.’
Still she remained silent and Quarrie indicated the chair by the side of the door. ‘If it’s all right with you I’m going to set down here so I can keep a better watch on the corridor.’
Slowly, he lowered himself onto the chair. Hat on his head and hands on his knees he was barely two feet from the bed. Still Miss Annie sat there. She was absolutely silent and Quarrie was close enough that he could see her face, pinched and bitter and looking so much older than it ought to.
She lay down. He could hardly believe what he was seeing but Miss Annie lay down again and curled up next to her porcelain doll. Quarrie peered through the gloom where the emerald-colored nightlight cast a ghoulish glow across her face.
‘All right then,’ he said. ‘I’m here to protect the two of you, so if you want to go back to sleep you-all go ahead.’ He waited a moment before he added. ‘On the other hand I know how you don’t get a lot of company, so if you want to chat awhile that’d be just fine too.’