purposefully across the waiting room toward them.
“I headed here as soon as I heard,” he said. “I don’t have much information. We don’t have any witnesses to the accident, at least not yet. A passing motorist observed the car lying upside down in the ditch on Pima Road and called nine-one-one. It took quite a while to extricate her from the vehicle, and she lost consciousness during transport in the paramedic unit.” He looked at Gretchen. “Have you heard anything yet?”
“She has a head injury,” Gretchen said faintly. “She’s in surgery. Were you at the scene?”
“Of the accident? No. I didn’t hear about it until they had time to run the plates. She was on her way to the hospital by then.”
“Did anyone talk to her?” Larry asked, blinking wildly.
“She was in shock,” Matt said. “She didn’t make much sense.”
“Nina asked the hospital staff the same thing,” Gretchen said. “But no one had an opportunity to ask her about the accident. She was unconscious when she arrived.”
“Why don’t you take a break,” Matt said. “Go home for awhile. I’ll call you when she comes out of surgery.”
“I’ll stay, too,” Larry said.
Gretchen shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly leave.”
“We had to turn off our cell phones when we entered the hospital,” Nina said. “Let’s go outside and try to get through to Steve again, and I’ll update the family.”
“Who’s Steve?” Matt asked.
“Her fiancé,” Nina replied, stretching the truth even in time of crisis. “He’s an attorney, so you better watch yourself. No more illegal moves while he’s round. I think I might have a lawsuit against you for searching my car.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Matt said, displaying the palms of his hands. “Promise.”
Gretchen had lost all feeling. Her body and mind were numb. Nina took the coffee cup from her hand, placed it on the table, and led her outside. She didn’t feel the heat. She shuffled along like a woman without hope, like the homeless men and women wandering the streets.
“Turn on your phone,” Nina said harshly. “Snap out of it.”
Gretchen numbly dialed Steve’s office number. “No one’s answering at the office.”
“It’s Sunday,” Nina said. “Call his cell phone.”
She gazed into Nina’s frightened eyes and listened to the third ring. She chewed her lip.
“Gretchen,” Steve said when he answered. “What’s going on?”
Mechanically, she related the events surrounding her mother’s accident as they had been told to her.
“I don’t know what to say,” Steve said. “This is awful. Are you okay?”
Gretchen wanted to say No, I’m not okay. Nothing is okay. How could I be okay? Instead she said, “I’m with Nina. We’ll be at Scottsdale Memorial until we know the outcome of the surgery and I get a chance to see her. I can’t use my phone inside. You’ll have to call the hospital if you want me.”
“Just do whatever you need to do. And call me as soon as you know anything.”
Gretchen signed off. She wanted to scream at him, too. Why hadn’t he offered to come? Didn’t he know she needed his support, needed him at her side? Calm down, she scolded. Stay cool. You’re overreacting. It’s the stress that’s making you feel crazy.
“I have your aunt Gertie on the line,” Nina said with distaste, covering her cell phone with her hand. “She’s willing to catch a flight today if you want her to. She said your mother has to be exonerated and needs help now more than ever because she can’t defend herself.”
Gretchen took the phone from Nina. “Hey, Aunt Gertie. I can’t worry about the murder investigation right now. All I care about is whether or not she’s going to live.”
“Quality of life counts, too, you know,” Gertie said. “She isn’t going to be happy in prison. She needs you to keep working for her because she can’t do it herself.”
“Don’t come yet. I’ll let you know if I need you.”
“We’re a crusty line of women,” Gertie said. “You have what it takes. Keep me posted, and stay strong.”
Gretchen heard her disconnect.
Stay strong. Good advice from Aunt Gertie.
Larry continued to make himself useful. At eight o’clock, he drove back to Caroline’s house to check on Tutu and Nimrod and feed Wobbles. “I confined them to the kitchen. Not Wobbles,” he said quickly when he saw Gretchen’s expression. “The two dogs. I had to. They were behaving like a bunch of teenagers who discovered the parents were away. What a mess.”
He caught Nina’s look. “Don’t worry. I cleaned it up.”
Matt paced the hall, drinking coffee