old? If you don’t mind my asking.
RC: Five and seven. I have just a few more things to ask you. Do you think you’re up to that?
LK: But I bet you’re trying for the girl, aren’t you? Believe me, there’s nothing like having a baby girl of your own.
RC: Let’s focus on Mr. Letourneau for now, would that be okay? You said he was agitated. Can you elaborate on that?
LK: Elaborate?
RC: Yes. What did he do?
LK: He was making a funny noise.
RC: Can you describe it?
LK: A clicking sound, in his throat. He was moaning. He seemed to be in a great deal of pain.
RC: Had they given him anything for the pain?
LK: They’d given him Tramadol. I think it was Tramadol.
RC: Who else was there besides Dr. Shin?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle? Who else was there when you examined Mr. Letourneau?
LK: One of the nurses. She was trying to calm him down. He was very upset.
RC: Anyone else?
LK: I don’t remember. An orderly? No, two.
RC: What happened then?
LK: He started to seize.
RC: The patient had a seizure, you mean?
LK: Yes.
RC: What did you do then?
LK: Where’s my husband?
RC: He’s right outside. He came with you. Don’t you remember?
LK: Brad is here?
RC: I’m sorry. Who’s Brad?
LK: My husband. Brad Wolgast. He’s with the FBI. Maybe you know him?
RC: Dr. Kyle, I’m confused. The man who came with you is named David Centre. He’s not your husband?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle? Do you understand what I’m asking you?
LK: Of course David is my husband. What a strange thing for you to say. Where did all this blood come from? Was I in an accident?
RC: No, Dr. Kyle. You were at the hospital. That’s what we’re talking about. Three hours ago, nine people were killed in the ER. We’re trying to figure out how that happened.
(Pause.)
LK: It looked at me. Why did it just look at me?
RC: What looked at you, Dr. Kyle?
LK: It was horrible.
RC: What was?
LK: It killed the nurse first. There was so much blood. Like an ocean.
RC: Are you speaking of Mr. Letourneau? He killed the nurse? I need you to be clear.
LK: I’m thirsty. Can I have some more water?
RC: In a minute. How did Mr. Letourneau kill the nurse?
LK: It happened so fast. How could anybody move that fast?
RC: I need you to focus, Dr. Kyle. What did Mr. Letourneau use to kill the nurse? Was there a weapon?
LK: A weapon? I don’t remember a weapon.
RC: How did he do it then?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle?
LK: I couldn’t move. It just … looked at me.
RC: Something looked at you? Was there somebody else in the room?
LK: He used his mouth. That was how he did it.
RC: Are you saying that Mr. Letourneau bit the nurse?
(Pause.)
LK: I’m expecting, you know. I’m going to have a baby.
RC: I can see that, Dr. Kyle. I know this is very stressful.
LK: I need to rest. I want to go home.
RC: We’ll try to get you out of here as quickly as we can. Just to clarify, is it your statement that Mr. Letourneau bit the nurse?
LK: Is she all right?
RC: She was decapitated, Dr. Kyle. You were holding the body when we found you. Don’t you remember?
LK: (inaudible)
RC: Can you speak up, please?
LK: I don’t understand what you want. Why are you asking me these questions?
RC: Because you were there. You’re our only witness. You saw nine people die tonight. They were ripped apart, Dr. Kyle.
LK: (inaudible)
RC: Dr. Kyle?
LK: Those eyes. It was like looking into hell. Like falling forever into darkness. Do you believe in hell, Detective?
RC: Whose eyes?
LK: It wasn’t human. It couldn’t have been human.
RC: Are you still speaking of Mr. Letourneau?
LK: I can’t think about this. I have to think about the baby.
RC: What did you see? Tell me what you saw.
LK: I want to go home. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Don’t make me.
RC: What killed those people, Dr. Kyle?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle, are you all right?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle?
(Pause.)
RC: Dr. Kyle?
4
Bernard Kittridge, known to the world as “Last Stand in Denver,” realized it was time to leave the morning the power went out.
He wondered what had taken so long. You couldn’t keep a municipal electrical grid running without people to man it, and as far as Kittridge could tell from the nineteenth floor, not a single human soul was left alive in the city of Denver.
Which was not to say he was alone.
He had passed the early hours of the morning—a bright, clear morning in the first week of