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I was slipping back into the hollow where I’d been curled the past two days.
The nurse returned and shot Ryan a withering look. I didn’t see him leave.
The next time I woke Ryan and Claudel were talking quietly by the window. It was dark outside. I’d been dreaming of Jewel and Julie.
“Was Jewel Tambeaux here earlier?”
They turned in my direction.
“She came on Thursday.” Ryan.
“Fortier?”
“They’ve taken him off critical.”
“Talking?”
“Yes.”
“Is he St. Jacques?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“Maybe this should wait until you’re stronger.”
“Tell me.”
The two exchanged glances, then approached. Claudel cleared his throat.
“Name’s Leo Fortier. Thirty-two years old. Lives off the island with his wife and two kids. Drifts from job to job. Nothing steady. He and Grace Damas had an affair back in 1991. Met at a butcher shop where they both worked.”
“La Boucherie St. Dominique.”
“Oui.” Claudel gave me an odd look. “Things start going bad. She threatens to blow the whistle to wifey, starts dunning lover boy for money. He’s had it, so he asks her to meet him at the shop after hours, kills her, and cuts her body up.”
“Risky.”
“The owner’s out of town, place is closed up for a couple of weeks. All the equipment is there. Anyway, he cuts her up, hauls her out to St. Lambert, and buries her on the monastery grounds. Seems his uncle is custodian. Either the old man gave him a key or Fortier helped himself.”
“Emile Roy.”
“Oui.”
Again the look.
“That isn’t all,” said Ryan. “He used the monastery to do Trottier and Gagnon. Took them there, killed them, dismembered their bodies in the basement. He cleaned up after himself, so Roy wouldn’t suspect, but when Gilbert and the boys gave the cellar a Luminol spray this morning it lit up like halftime at the Orange Bowl.”
“That’s how he also had access to Le Grand Séminaire, ” I said.
“Yeah. Says he got that idea when he was following Chantale Trottier. Her father’s condo is right around the corner. Roy keeps a board at the monastery with all kinds of church keys hanging on hooks, neatly marked. Fortier just lifted the one he wanted.”
“Oh. And Gilbert has a chef’s saw for you. Says it glows.” Ryan.
He must have seen something in my face.
“When you’re feeling better.”
“I can hardly wait.” I was trying, but my bruised brain was withdrawing again.
The nurse came in.
“This is police business,” Claudel said.
She folded her arms and shook her head.
“Merde.”
She ushered them out quickly, but returned in a moment. With Katy. My daughter crossed the room without a word and clasped both my hands in hers. Tears filled her eyes.
Softly, “I love you, Mom.”
For a moment I just looked at her, a thousand emotions boiling inside me. Love. Gratitude. Helplessness. I cherished this child as no other being on earth. I desperately wished for her happiness. Her safety. I felt completely unable to assure her of either. I could feel tears of my own.
“And I love you, darling.”
She dragged a chair close and sat alongside my bed, not releasing my hands. The fluorescent light gleamed a halo of blond around her head.
She cleared her throat. “I’m staying at Monica’s. She’s commuting to McGill for summer school and living at home. Her family is taking good care of me.” She paused, unsure what to say, what to hold back. “Birdie is with us.”
She looked toward the window, back at me.
“There’s a policewoman who talks to me twice a day and will bring me here whenever I want.” She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the bed. “You haven’t been awake very much.”
“I plan to do better.”
A nervous smile. “Dad calls every day to make sure I don’t need anything and to ask about you.”
Guilt and loss joined the emotions that were churning in me. “Tell him I’m fine.”
The nurse returned quietly and stood next to Katy, who took her cue. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
It was morning when I got the next installment on Fortier.
“He’s been a nuisance sex offender for years. Got a sheet going back to 1979. Kept a girl locked up for a day and a half when he was fifteen, but nothing ever came of it. The grandmother kept it out of court, no arrest record. Mostly, he’d pick out a woman, follow her, keep records of her activities. He finally got busted for assault in 1988—”
“The grandmother.”
Another Claudel look. I noticed his silk tie was the exact mauve of his shirt.
“Oui. An evaluation by a court-appointed psychiatrist at that time described him as paranoid and compulsive.” He turned to Ryan. “What else