moment later, he joined her on a bench set up across from rows of colorful mums arranged around a water fountain.
‘You know what’s missing from this hot dog?’ Darby said.
‘Real meat?’
‘No, Fritos.’
‘The stuff you eat, it’s amazing you don’t have an ass the size of an elephant.’
‘You’re right, Coop. Maybe I should just eat heads of lettuce like your last girlfriend. It was great when she passed out at the Christmas party.’
‘I told her she should splurge and have some ranch dressing with her celery sticks.’
‘Seriously, do you ever feel guilty for being so shallow?’
‘Yes. I cry myself to sleep every night.’ Coop shut his eyes and leaned back against the bench to soak up the last of the afternoon sun.
Darby shook her head. She gathered up her trash and brought it over to the garbage can.
‘Excuse me.’ It was the good-looking blonde Coop had been speaking to a few minutes ago. ‘I hope you don’t think this is too forward of me, but that guy you’re sitting with, is he your boyfriend?’
Darby finished chewing. ‘He was until he came out of the closet,’ she said.
‘Why are all the good-looking guys gay?’
‘It was for the best anyway. The man is hung like a cocktail weiner. His name is Jackson Cooper, lives in Charlestown. Warn all your friends.’
Coop was eyeing Darby when she came back. ‘What were you two talking about?’
‘She was asking for directions to Cheers.’
‘Darb, you grew up in Belham.’
‘Unfortunately, yes.’
‘You remember the Summer of Fear?’
She nodded. ‘Victor Grady made six women disappear that summer.’
‘One of his victims was from Charlestown, this girl named Pamela Driscol,’ Coop said. ‘She was friends with my sister Kim. They were at some party one night, and Pam walked home and vanished. Pam was… She was just this really nice person. Very shy. She used to cover her mouth when she laughed because she had an overbite. Every time she came over she brought me a Hershey’s Kiss. I can still remember her sitting in my sister’s bedroom, listening to Duran Duran records and giggling about how cute Simon LeBon was.’
‘I thought the bass player was better looking.’
‘He didn’t do it for me.’ Coop’s face turned serious. ‘When Pam disappeared, everyone in town thought we had a boogeyman prowling around at night. My mother was so paranoid, she made my sisters move up to the second floor. She wanted an alarm system, but we couldn’t afford one, so she convinced my old man to change all the locks on the house and install some extra deadbolts. Sometimes at night I’d wake up and hear a noise, and it would be my mother running around downstairs making sure the doors and windows were locked. My sisters wouldn’t walk anywhere alone. Not that they could. Charlestown had instituted a curfew because ofwhat happened to Pam.’
Coop wiped the sweat from his face. ‘Wasn’t one of Grady’s victims from Belham?’
‘There were two,’ Darby said. ‘Melanie Cruz and Stacey Stephens.’
‘Did you know them?’
‘We went to school together. I was friends with Melanie – good friends.’
‘So you know what I’m talking about,’ Coop said. ‘That’s what this case reminds me of, that same kind of fear.’
They jogged back to the station and hit the showers. Darby was drying her hair when her cell phone rang. The caller was Dr Hathcock from Mass General. It was difficult to hear her over the screaming.
‘What did you say?’ Darby asked.
‘I said Jane Doe just woke up. She’s yelling for someone named Terry.’
Chapter 29
Darby was relieved to see two additional patrolmen stationed outside the ICU doors.
‘Doc’s waiting for you inside,’ the chubby one said with a wry grin. ‘Enjoy.’
Darby was wondering what he meant when she saw the tall, balding man huddled against the wall around the corner from Rachel Swanson’s room, having a private conversation with Dr Hathcock. The man’s name was Dr Thomas Lomborg. He was the hospital’s director of psychiatry and author of several bestselling books on deviant criminal behavior.
‘Damn,’ Coop said, patting down his pockets.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘I forgot to pack my pompous asshole repellent.’
‘Play nice.’
Darby flinched at the painful cry coming from down the corridor: ‘TERRY!’
Quick introductions all around. Lomborg spoke first.
‘I gave Jane Doe a mild sedative to calm her down. As you can hear, it hasn’t had much of an effect. Dr Hathcock and I both agree her physical condition is still too risky to handle an antipsychotic drug, and I’m a bit leery of prescribing one until I can diagnose her mental condition. Dr Hathcock told me