know. I don’t know the doctor’s name. I don’t know if he’s talked to the kids. I don’t know if the kids will tell him anything.”
Foltrigg frowned at Fink, who shrank with embarrassment. McThune glanced at his watch and stood. “Gendemen, it’s late. Our people will finish with the car by noon, and I suggest we meet then.”
“We must know everything Mark Sway knows,” Roy said without moving. “He was in that car, and Clifford talked to him.”
“I know that.”
“Yes, Mr. McThune, but there are some things you don’t know. Clifford knew the location of the body, and he was talking about it.”
“There are a lot of things I don’t know, Mr. Fol-trigg, because this is a New Orleans case, and I work Memphis, you understand. I don’t want to know any more about poor Mr. Boyette and poor Mr. Clifford. I’m up to my ass in dead bodies here. It’s almost i A.M., and I’m sitting here in my office working on a case that’s not mine, talking to you fellas and answering your questions. And I’ll work on the case until noon tomorrow, then my pal Larry Trumann here can have it. I’ll be finished.”
“Unless, of course, you get a call from Washington.”
“Yes, unless, of course, I get a call from Washington, then I’ll do whatever Mr. Voyles tells me.”
“I talk to Mr. Voyles every week.”
” Congratulations.”
“The Boyette case is the FBI’s top priority at this moment, according to him.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“And I’m sure Mr. Voyles will appreciate your efforts.”
“I doubt it.”
Roy stood slowly and stared at McThune. “It is imperative that we know everything Mark Sway knows. Do you understand?”
McThune returned the stare and said nothing.
The Client
8
JVAREN CHECKED ON MARK THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
and brought him orange juice around eight. He was alone in the small waiting room. She woke him gently.
In spite of his many problems at the moment, he was falling hopelessly in love with this beautiful nurse. He sipped the juice and looked into her sparkling brown eyes. She patted the blanket covering his legs.
“How old are you?” he asked.
She smiled even wider. “Twenty-four. Thirteen years older than you. Why do you ask?”
“Just a habit. Are you married?”
“No.” She gently removed the blanket and began folding it. “How was the sofa?”
Mark stood, stretched, and watched her. “Better than that bed Morn had to sleep on. Did you work all night?”
“From eight to eight. We’re doing twelve-hour shifts, four days a week. Come with me. Dr. Greenway is in the room and wants to see you.” She took his hand, which helped immensely, and they walked to
Ricky’s room. Karen left and closed the door behind her.
Dianne looked tired. She stood at the foot of Ricky’s bed with an unlit cigarette in her trembling hand. Mark stood next to her, and she put her arm on his shoulder. They watched as Greenway rubbed Ricky’s forehead and spoke to him. His eyes were closed and he was not responding.
“He doesn’t hear you, Doctor,” Dianne said finally. It was difficult to listen to Greenway chat away in baby talk. He ignored her. She wiped a tear from her cheek. Mark smelled fresh soap and noticed her hair was wet.- She “had changed clothes. But there was no makeup and her face was different.
Greenway stood straight. “A most severe case,” he said almost to himself while staring at the closed eyes.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“We wait. His vital signs are stable, so there’s no physical danger. He’ll come around, and when he does, it’s imperative that you be in this room.” Greenway was looking at them now, rubbing his beard, deep in thought. “He must see his mother when he opens his eyes, do you, understand this?”
“I’m not leaving.”
“You, Mark, can come and go a bit, but it’s best if you stay here as much as possible too.”
Mark nodded his head. The thought of spending another minute in the room was painful.
“The first moments can be crucial. He’ll be frightened when he looks around. He needs to see and feel his mother. Hold him and reassure him. Call the nurse immediately. I’ll leave instructions. He’ll be very hungry, so we’ll try and get some food in him. The
nurse u remove trie iv, so ne can waiK around tne room. But the important thing is to hold him.”
“When do you—“
“I don’t know. Probably today or tomorrow. There’s no way to predict.”
“Have you seen cases like this before?”
Greenway looked at Ricky, and decided to go for the truth. He shook his head. “Not