12.
Even in his slightly inebriated state, Jack had no trouble entering the clinic. All it took was a flat-head screwdriver from his father"s toolbox to pop the window lock and he was in.
He"d managed to extricate himself gracefully from the mahjongg lesson with a promise to return for another real soon. He wasn"t big into board games, although he"d played Risk Risk a lot as a kid. He liked video games, though. Not so much the first-person shooters that were mostly reflexes; he did well in those but preferred role-playing games that involved strategy. He liked trying to outwit the designers. a lot as a kid. He liked video games, though. Not so much the first-person shooters that were mostly reflexes; he did well in those but preferred role-playing games that involved strategy. He liked trying to outwit the designers.
After leaving Anya"s he"d gone back to his father"s place and doused himself with a mosquito repellent spray he"d found on a shelf with the tennis racquets and b.a.l.l.s. Then he"d walked around some to clear his head and get the lay of the land. Here it was 9:30 and no one was out. This was good. An occasional car drove by but he"d duck into the bushes as soon as he saw its lights. One set of lights had turned out to be a cruising security patrol jeep.
A couple of times he"d stayed in the bushes longer than he had to because of the faint feeling that he was being watched. He couldn"t find a trace of anyone following him, though, and wrote it off to his being on unfamiliar ground.
He"d approached the clinic building from the rear, where there was less light, and held his breath as he lifted the window, ready to run in case it was armed with an alarm system he hadn"t spotted. But nothing sounded.
Made sense when he thought about it. Why spring for the extra expense of alarming all the buildings when you had a real live security force manning the gates and patrolling the streets?
He crawled through, closed the window behind him, and began searching about. He used the penlight he"d found in his father"s top drawer, flicking it on and off as he moved. He found the small file room to the right of the receptionist area. He"d been hoping it would be windowless, but it wasn"t, so he had to search the files with his penlight.
Again that feeling of being watched, but he was the only one here. He sneaked to the window but saw no one outside.
A few minutes later he found his father"s slim chart. Holding it in his hand, he hesitated before opening it. What was the bad news Dr. Harris had been hiding? He knew the question-did he want the answer?
Again, the matter of his father"s privacy. The information inside could be pretty intimate. Did he have a right to peek this far into the man"s life?
Probably not. But the guy was in a coma, and Jack needed answers.
Taking a breath, he opened the file and flipped through it. He found two pages of lab test results. He didn"t know what all these numbers meant but noted that the "Abnormal" column was blank on both sheets. Good enough. An EKG had a typewritten reading at its top: "Normal resting EKG." Even better.
But hadn"t Dr. Huerta said something about his father developing an abnormal rhythm in the hospital? Maybe from the stress of the injuries. Everyone had heard of the patient with the normal EKG who has a heart attack on the way out of the doctor"s office.
He checked the handwritten notes but couldn"t read much of Dr. Harris"s scribbling. The last entry was fairly legible though.
Reviewed labs w pt. All WNL. Final a.s.sess: excellent health.
Excellent health. Well, that was a relief.
But d.a.m.n it, doc, why couldn"t you have just said so in the first place? Would have saved me a whole lot of trouble.
13.
Jack fished the house key out of his pocket as he walked down the slope toward his father"s place. The good news was that the man was in excellent health. The bad news was that Jack didn"t know one d.a.m.n thing more than he had when he woke up this morning.
Nearing the house, he pa.s.sed a beat-up old rustbucket Honda Civic parked in the deep shadows on the gra.s.s adjacent to the cul-de-sac. Hadn"t been there when he pa.s.sed by before.
On alert now, Jack slowed his pace. Before rounding the rear corner of the house, he peeked first. He froze when he saw the silhouette of someone squatting beside one of the trees between his house and Anya"s. Was this who"d been watching him?
Dropping into a crouch he hugged the jalousied back porch and crept toward the figure. The wash of light from the parking area of the cul-de-sac cast long shadows across the s.p.a.ce, but not enough light for Jack to make out his features. Could be one of those weird-looking characters from the pickup truck this morning.
Then the figure flicked a flashlight off and on-only for a second, but that was enough for Jack to identify him.
He straightened and walked up behind him.
"What"s up, Carl?"
The man jumped and let out a little yelp. He wore a lightweight, long-sleeved camouflage suit-if nothing else, it protected him from mosquitoes-but a screwdriver instead of a hand protruded from the right cuff. He looked up at Jack and held his left hand over his heart.
"Oh, it"s you. Tom"s son..." He seemed to be fumbling for the name.
"Jack."
"Right. Jack. Boy, I gotta tell you, Jack, you shouldn"t come up on a body like that. You just bout scared the life outta me."
Jack noticed something metallic with a silver finish on the gra.s.s before Carl. He couldn"t tell what it was, but he knew it was too bulky to be a gun.
"I"ve found that people tend to get jumpy when they"re doing something they shouldn"t. You doing something you shouldn"t, Carl?"
Still in a squat, Carl looked away. "Well, yeah, I guess so. Sorta. But not really."
Now there"s a clear-cut answer, Jack thought.
"And what would that be?" When Carl hesitated Jack said, "Share, Carl. It"s good to share."
"Oh, all right. Might as well tell you since you caught me in the act." He looked up at Jack. "I"m doin" a job for Dr. Dengrove."
"Who"s he? Your therapist?"
"Naw. He lives three houses back, near the beginnin" of the cul-de-sac. He wants me to catch Miss Mundy in the act of waterin" her stuff and all."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"Because it"s makin" him crazy that his gra.s.s and his flowers is all dead and wilty while Miss Mundy"s is all green and growin" like a jungle."
"So you"re supposed to hang out here all night and catch her in the act?"
Carl nodded. "Sorta. He"s been after me for weeks, offering me money to do it, but I keep tellin" him no."
"Because you don"t want to get Miss Mundy in any trouble, right?"
"Well, yeah, there"s that, but also on account of how I gotta be up bright an early ever mornin" for my job. That don"t stop him from offerin" me more money, though. But I just kept on tellin" him no."
""Kept"?" Jack said. "I guess your being here tonight means he made you an offer you couldn"t refuse."
"In a way, yeah." He motioned Jack down. "Here. Take a look at this."
Jack glanced around to see If anyone else was lurking about. He sensed Carl was exactly what he seemed to be: just a cracker working as a groundsman. But still...after having one of his tires slashed by another cracker this morning, he wasn"t taking any chances.
It looked like they were alone out here, so Jack squatted beside Carl.
"What"ve you got?"
"Somethin" really cool." He picked up the metal object and held it toward Jack. "Dr. Dengrove lent it to me. Ain"t it somethin"?"
Jack took it and turned it over in his hands. A digital minicam. He noticed two slim wires trailing from the casing.
"What do you think you"re going to do with this?"
"Get pictures. Dr. Dengrove wants me to get a movie of Miss Mundy water in her stuff."
Jack shook his head. "In this light, Carl, I"m afraid all you"re going to get is a dark screen."
"Nuh-uh. Nuh-uh." Jack detected a certain note of nyah-nyah glee in Carl"s tone as he reached over and pressed a b.u.t.ton above the camera"s pistol-grip handle. "Take a look."
Jack raised the viewfinder to his eye and blinked as the walls of Anya"s house and the gra.s.s and plants surrounding it leaped into view.
"Whoa," he said. "A night-vision camera."
He could make out the palms and the larger flowers-not the colors, of course, because everything was either green or black, just the shapes-along with her array of crazy lawn ornaments. As he swung the view past a lighted window the image flared, losing all detail. As he kept moving, the light from the window left a wavering smear across the tiny screen that quickly faded, allowing him to make out details again.
"Yeah," Carl said. "Almost like I"m runnin" a Big Brother Big Brother show, dontcha think?" show, dontcha think?"
"I suppose."
Jack had never watched a single episode. His own life was more interesting than any reality-TV show. He couldn"t resist tuning into The Anna Nicole Show The Anna Nicole Show now and again, but that couldn"t be cla.s.sified as reality. At least he hoped not. now and again, but that couldn"t be cla.s.sified as reality. At least he hoped not.
"These don"t come cheap," he said as he lowered the camera and turned it over in his hands. "What"s this Dr. Dengrove doing with it?"
"Ask me, I think he bought it just so"s he can catch Miss Mundy in the act. He don"t seem to be hurtin" none for bucks, but he"s sure hurtin" bad for a green lawn." He snorted a laugh at this little turn of phrase. "Hurtin" so bad he"s near about crazy."
"Crazy enough to drop a bundle on a night-vision video camera and hire you to run it?"
Carl grinned. "You betcha."
Jack shook his head. Some people. "I think Dr. Dengrove should get a life."
"Mostly I think he eats. You should see the gut and b.u.t.t on him-real pan-o-ramic."
"Pano-?"
"You know." He spread his arms. "Like you told me: wide."
A panoramic b.u.t.t...Jack opened his mouth, then shut it again. Let it ride.
"He"s like most of the folks here, I guess. They got too much time on their hands so they worry about all the wrong things. That"s why I liked your daddy so much-"
"Like, Carl. He"s still alive, so you can still like him."
"Oh, yeah. Right. Well, anyway, he didn"t just sit around and complain. He kept busy. Always seemed to have somethin" to do, someplace to go."
"Speaking of going place s...the accident happened out on a swamp road in the dead of night. You have any idea what he was doing out there?"
Jack couldn"t make out Carl"s expression but saw him shake his head.
"Nope. I go home at night and I stay there."
"Where"s home?"
"Got me a real nice little trailer in a park just south of town. Me and the guy next door share a satellite dish. For bout thirty bucks a month each we got us a zillion channels. No reason to go out. And even if there was, you wouldn"t catch me out in the Glades at night. I told you: It"s angry these days."
"Right. You did. But you"re out tonight-nice camo suit, by the way."
"These here are my jammies."
"They"re you, Carl. So the plan is, you"re going to sit out here all night and wait for Miss Mundy to show?"
"Nup. Don"t hafta. At first I figured I"d just set the camera up and let her run, but that wasn"t going to work. Even if the battery would last, the memory wouldn"t. But then I came up with this real smart idea to solve all my problems. Look it here."
He held up a little circuit board.
"What"s that do?"
"It"s a motion detector."
This Carl was full of surprises. "Did Dr. Dengrove give you that too?"
"Nup. Got it myself. Took it out of a singin" fish."
"I"m sorry," Jack said, poking a finger in his right ear. "I thought you just said you took it out of a singing fish."
"That"s right. That"s what I did. Actually, I took it out of the board the fish sits on."
"You"re losing me."
"Big Mouth Billy Ba.s.s...the singin" fish. He bends out from the board and sings "Don"t Worry, Be Happy," and some other song I never heard before."
"Oh, right. I know what you"re talking about."
Jack had seen one in a store once and couldn"t imagine why anyone would want one. But a clerk had told him he couldn"t keep them in stock.