Seitz, the cardiologist, in. "Her blood pressure is too low," he said, looking at the monitors. "Too low ... goddamn it, she's gonna arrest."
Then things got quick: Seitz put some chemicals into her, steadying her heart, and avoided arrest, but then Sara started looking shaky.
Seitz: "You've got to get out now. We've got to get her blood pressure up, but we can't let Sara's get too high. We need to get them in the ICU again."
Maret said, "If we could get another hour or two ..."
The cardiologist shook his head. "We'd lose one or the other. They can't tolerate any more of this."
"Damn. Everything else is going so well . . ." Maret said. He looked at a clock, then up at the observation wall.
"Dr. Karkinnen ... how long will it take you to close?"
Weather was in the front row, Jenkins two rows behind her. "Half hour."
"Scrub up, and we'll back out."
THE BABIES looked like little pale meat loaves under her bloody gloves, faceless, masked and taped, the edges of the skin on their head drying and raggedy now, their personalities submerged. At times, it was like working on a couple of logs; and then they'd come back, and be children again. She moved fast, with Maret leaning on her elbow, pulling the kids together again. People in the room silent, watching, regretful. For every day they didn't finish, death got closer, for one or the other or both.
WHEN WEATHER had finished, and gotten back into her street clothes, she walked with Jenkins back out to the front lobby. Marcy Sherrill was waiting with Lucas. Marcy took mug shots of Haines and Chapman from her briefcase and passed them to Weather.
"Is either one of these the guy you saw?"
Weather shook her head. "I don't think so. The guy had real thick hair, down on his shoulders, almost ... How'd you come up with these guys?"
"Somebody murdered them. One of them has scratches on his leg; and they're members of the Seed."
Weather shuddered. "They may be the guys who did the holdup, but I don't think they're the one I saw. Could have been the driver--all I saw of him was a beard."
Lucas said to Marcy: "This might not be bad: it means we've still got a handle on our third guy."
VIRGIL WAS SITTING on the front porch, in the cold, eating a Hostess cupcake, when they got home. Jenkins stopped at the curb behind a brown Cadillac and Lucas turned up the drive and took the truck straight into the garage.
Jenkins came crunching up the driveway and asked Virgil, "Shrake inside?"
"You know anybody else with a brown Cadillac?"
"He got a deal on it," Jenkins said.
"I should hope." Virgil finished the cupcake and led the way in. Lucas and Weather came in through the back, and they all met in the kitchen, where Shrake and Letty, Lucas and Weather's fifteen-year-old daughter, were playing gin rummy at the breakfast table.
Shrake was a big man, as big as Jenkins, in shirtsleeves, with a .40-cal Smith in a shoulder holster. He was staring fixedly at his cards, and Weather asked, "Who's winning?"
"Don't bother us," Letty said. "If he goes out, I've got to take off my bra."
Shrake jerked bolt upright, looked from Letty to Weather, mouth open, recovered and said, "Jesus Christ. It's dangerous just being around her."
"You got no idea," Lucas said. "So listen up, guys, we got a break--"
"What about me and my bra?" Letty asked.
"That's your problem," Lucas said. "Now either shut up, or go away."
LUCAS LAID IT OUT: the Minneapolis cops were focusing on the hospital, but the BCA had the gang files. "So we're on it. We're cooperating, but I'm going after it full-time. Virgil, Jenkins, you guys stay with Weather. Shrake, I want you hanging around, keep loose. If something comes up, I'll call you."
Weather said, "You don't think this has anything to do with ... that other time? With the Seed?"
Lucas shook his head: "That's ancient history. Those guys were nuts, everybody knows it. Nope: this has to do with the hospital. They've got themselves in a crack now, and they're trying to get out."
Virgil said, "You think somebody in the hospital was involved, an insider, right? Maybe Weather, or me, or somebody else, could talk up the idea that the Seed guys might be coming after him. Maybe break him out."
Letty said, "Put it on the ten-o'clock news."
Lucas shrugged: "We could try, but I don't see anybody confessing. We've got three murders now. More likely somebody'd