Devil's Waltz Part 59

All three of us saw it. The room got very small.

Huenengarth reddened and puffed like a bullfrog.

"Happy rest of your life, f.u.c.khead," he whispered. Then he stomped out.

When the door closed, Chip snickered, but it sounded forced.

Milo pushed him toward the door. They got out just before Stephanie arrived with the emergency team.

33.

I watched Ca.s.sie sleep. Stephanie left with the team, but came back about a half hour later.

"How's Cindy doing?" I said.

"She'll probably have a monster headache but she'll survive."

"She may need to be detoxed," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper. "He said she was habituated, though he denied dosing her-made a real big point of saying he didn't have any drugs on him. But I'm sure he slipped it in her coffee, did it plenty of times before tonight. Every time I saw him here, he had a cup with him."

She shook her head, sat on the bed, and pulled her stethoscope from around her neck. Warming the disk with her breath, she placed it on Ca.s.sie's chest and listened.

When she was through, I said, "Any dope in Ca.s.sie's system?"

"No, just low sugar." Her whisper was weak. She lifted Ca.s.sie's free arm and took a pulse. "Nice and regular." She put the arm down.

She sat there for a moment, then tucked the covers up around Ca.s.sie's neck and touched a soft cheek. The drapes were open. I saw her look out at the night with tired eyes.

"It makes no sense," she said. "Why did he use insulin, right after you found the injectors? Unless Cindy didn't tell him you found them. Was their communication that bad?"

"I'm sure she did tell him, and that's exactly why he used them. He planted them there for me to find. Made a special call to verify that I was coming out and making sure he wouldn't be there. Playing concerned daddy, but he was really pinpointing the time. Because he knew we had to suspect Munchausen by now, and he was hoping I'd snoop, discover the cylinders, and suspect Cindy, just as I did. What could be more logical: They were her aunt's samples. She was in charge of the house, so she'd be the most likely one to hide them there. And she was the mother-that stacked the deck against her from the beginning. The first time I met him he made a point of telling me they had a traditional marriage-child rearing was her bailiwick."

"Pointing a finger at her right from the beginning." She shook her head in disbelief. "So . . . orchestrated."

"Meticulously. And if I hadn't found the cylinders during yesterday's visit, there would have been plenty of other opportunities for him to set her up."

"What a monster," she said.

"The devil wears jogging clothes."

She hugged herself.

I said, "How big of a dosage was loaded into the Insuject?"

She looked at Ca.s.sie and lowered her voice to a whisper. "More than enough."

"So tonight was to be the final chapter," I said. "Ca.s.sie seizing fatally, Cindy right there snoozing, with all of us suspecting her. If we hadn't caught him he probably would have stashed the needle in her purse or somewhere else incriminating. And the Valium in her system would have added to the picture of guilt: suicide attempt. Remorse for killing her baby, or just an unbalanced mind."

Stephanie rubbed her eyes. Rested her head on one hand. "What an incredible p.r.i.c.k . . . How'd he get in without going through Security?"

"Your friend Bill said he didn't enter the hospital through the front door, so he probably used one of his father's keys and came in through the back. Maybe one of the loading docks. At this hour there'd be no one there. We know from the hallway camera that he took the stairs up and waited until the Five East nurse went into the back room before entering Chappy. Probably did the same thing when Ca.s.sie had that first seizure here in the hospital. Dress rehearsal. Sneaking up in the wee hours, injecting her with just enough insulin to provide a delayed reaction, then driving home to the Valley and waiting for Cindy's call before coming back to comfort her in the E.R. The fact that Chappy's nearly always empty made it easier for him to come and go unnoticed."

"And all this time I was obsessing on Cindy. Brilliant, Eves."

"I zeroed in on her too. We all did. She was a perfect Munchausen suspect. Low self-esteem, easygoing manner, early experiences with serious illness, health-care training. He probably came across the syndrome in his readings, saw the fit, and realized he had an opportunity to get her. That's why he didn't have Ca.s.sie transferred to another hospital. He wanted to give us time to develop our suspicions. Worked us like an audience-the way he works his students. He's the exhibitionist, Steph. But we never saw it because the books say it's always a woman."

Silence.

"He killed Chad, didn't he?" she said.

"It's a strong possibility."

"Why, Alex? Why use his own kids to get at Cindy?"

"I don't know, but I'll tell you one thing. He hates Ca.s.sie. Before they took him away he gave her a look that was really disturbing. Pure contempt. If the tape caught it and it's ruled admissible in court, it's all the prosecutor will need."

Shaking her head, she returned to the bed and stroked Ca.s.sie's hair.

"Poor little baby. Poor little innocent baby."

I sat there, not wanting to think or do or talk or feel.

A trio of LuvBunnies sat on the floor near my feet.

I picked one up. Pa.s.sed it from hand to hand. Something hard in the belly.

Undoing the flap, I poked around the foam stuffing, just as I had in Ca.s.sie's bedroom. This time, I found something tucked into a fold near the groin.

I drew it out. A packet. About an inch in diameter. Tissue paper fastened with cellophane tape.

I unwrapped it. Four pills. Pale-blue, each with a heart-shaped cutout.

Stephanie said, "Valium."

"Here's our secret stash." I rewrapped the packet and set it aside for Milo. "He made such a big deal about not having any dope with him. Everything's a game with him."

"Vicki bought those bunnies," Stephanie said. "Vicki's the one who got Ca.s.sie started on them."

"Vicki will be talked to after this," I said.

"Too weird," she said. "The stuff they don't teach you in sch-"

A squeak came from the bed. Ca.s.sie's eyes blinked spasmodically, then opened. Her little mouth turned down. She blinked some more.

"It's okay, baby," said Stephanie.

Ca.s.sie's mouth worked, finally producing a sound: "Eh eh eh."

"It's okay, honey. Everything's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine now."

"Eh eh eh eh."

More blinks. A shudder. Ca.s.sie tried to move, failed cried out in frustration. Scrunched her eyes. Crinkled her chin.

Stephanie held her and rocked her. Ca.s.sie tried to twist away from Stephanie's caress.

I remembered the way she'd fought me in her bedroom.

Reacting to her mother's anxiety? Or memories of another man who came in the night, shrouded by darkness, and hurt her?

But then, why hadn't she panicked whenever she saw Chip? Why had she jumped up into his arms, so willingly, the first time I'd seen them together?

"Eh eh eh . . ."

"Shh, baby."

"Eh . . . eh eh . . . eh."

"Go back to sleep, honey. Go back to sleep."

Very faintly: "Eh . . ."

"Shh."

"Eh . . ."

Closed eyes.

Soft snores.

Stephanie held her for several moments, then slipped her hands free.

"Must be the magic touch," she said sadly. Looping her stethoscope over her neck, she walked out of the room.

34.

A nurse and a policewoman arrived soon after.

I gave the cop the packet of pills and sleep-walked my way to the teak doors.

Out in Five East, people were moving and talking, but I didn't focus on them. I rode the elevator down to the bas.e.m.e.nt. The cafeteria was closed. Wondering if Chip had a key to that, too, I bought coffee from a machine, found a pay phone, and sipped as I asked information for a number on a Jennifer Leavitt. Nothing.

Before the operator could break the connection, I had him check for any Leavitts in the Fairfax district. Two. One of them matched my vague memory of Jennifer's parents' home number.

My watch said 9:30. I knew Mr. Leavitt went to sleep early in order to make it to the bakery by 5:00 A.M. Hoping it wasn't too late, I punched numbers.

"h.e.l.lo."

"Mrs. Leavitt? It's Dr. Delaware."

"Doctor. How are you?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Very good."

"Am I calling too late?"

"Oh, no. We're just watching television. But Jenny's not here. She has her own apartment now-my daughter the doctor, very independent."

"You must be proud of her."

"What's not to be proud of? She's always made me proud. Do you want her new number?"

"Please."

"Hold on . . . She's in Westwood Village, right near the U. With another girl, a nice girl . . . Here it is. If she's not there, she's probably in her office-she's got an office, too." Chuckle.

"That's great." I copied down the numbers.

"An office," she said. "You know, raising a child like that, it's a privilege. . . . I miss her. For my taste, the house is too quiet."

"I'll bet."

"You were very helpful to her, Dr. Delaware. College at her age wasn't so easy-you should be proud of yourself."

No one answered at Jennifer's apartment. But she picked up her office phone after one ring: "Leavitt."

"Jennifer, it's Alex Delaware."

"Hi, Alex. Did you solve your Munchausen by proxy?"

"The whodunit," I said. "But the whydunit's not clear yet. It turned out to be the father."

"Well, that's a twist," she said. "So it isn't always the mother."

"He was counting on our a.s.suming it was. He set her up."