Bones Don't Lie (Morgan Dane #3)(75)

“I’m grateful,” he said.

“No one can be in two places at once.” Hannah moved toward the door. “Since you’re here, I’m going to stretch my legs and grab a cup of tea.”

Morgan squeezed his hand. “Do you want a few minutes alone with her?”

Lance nodded. Morgan and Hannah left the room.

He went to the bedside and took his mother’s hand. Her fingers were freezing. He wrapped his hand around hers to warm it. The doctors thought she would survive, but would she? And if she did, what kind of permanent damage had her body sustained?

The nurse seemed satisfied with her progress, but Lance didn’t see any improvement. His mother’s face was lifeless, her skin colorless, almost blue tinted. Her lips had no color at all. In fact, she seemed to be fading as he watched.

One of the machines beside the bed began to beep. The nurse appeared in the doorway, her mouth turned down as she watched the monitors. An alarm sounded.

Lance startled. Sweat broke between his shoulder blades, and his stomach flipped over. “What’s wrong?”

“Her heart rate is decreasing,” the nurse said. She pressed a button and the blood pressure cuff inflated.

A doctor rushed into the room.

“Heart rate and blood pressure are down.” The nurse rattled off numbers and readings. “Her vitals were all normal ten minutes ago.”

More nurses hurried into the room. Someone nudged Lance out of the way. He stepped sideways, toward the doorway.

“Fingernails are blue.” The doctor lifted his mother’s eyelids with his thumb. “Her pupils are constricted.” He went to the computer and scrolled. “If she wasn’t in the ICU, I’d say she is presenting as a new opioid overdose. Her original drug panel came back positive for opioids.”

They’d been right.

“Someone poisoned her,” Lance said. “This wasn’t a suicide attempt.”

Could someone have sneaked into the ICU and given his mother a drug?

“Was anyone else in this room?” Lance scanned the room, then the doorway. People rushed past. Medical personnel wore IDs. Visitors checked in at the desk in the lobby and received ID badges. But how hard would it be to sneak into the hospital? This was not the city. The community hospital gave excellent care, but they didn’t even have metal detectors. But even if someone did manage to get into the ward, Hannah said she’d been with his mother the entire day. That’s the whole reason she was here. Had she gone out for coffee or to use the restroom?

The doctor shot a look at him. “Are you suggesting . . .”

“Someone tried to kill her once,” Lance said. “I don’t know how they could have gained access to her here, but this is a busy place.”

More medical personnel crowded around the bed.

“Could a medication have been swapped?” Lance moved farther out of the way, until his shoulder hit the glass wall next to the door.

“We have strict dispensing protocols.” The doctor watched the monitors while he talked to Lance. “Medications are checked and double-checked.”

“Her heart rate is still falling,” someone called out.

“We’ll try naloxone.” The doctor called out.

Lance glanced over his shoulder. On the other side of the glass, two bags of saline lay on a cart, along with other supplies. In the open. Unattended.

He stepped forward. “The nurse changed her IV fluid bag five minutes before this happened.”

The doctor unplugged the IV. “Get a fresh bag of saline.”

“Not one that was sitting in the hallway,” Lance shouted as the nurse bolted for the door. He watched, helpless, as the ICU staff worked. Bodies blocked the view of his mother.

“Keep that bag,” Lance called to the nurse moving the bag off the hook. “It could be evidence.”

She set it aside.

A nurse administered an injection through the IV line. Naloxone, also known as Narcan, blocked the effects of opioids and reversed an overdose. When he’d been a patrol officer, Lance had carried a dose in his vehicle. Heroin addiction and overdoses had drastically increased over the past decade. Narcan acted fast, sending a true addict into almost immediate withdrawal. If his mother had been given opioids, the antidote would work within minutes.

If Lance was wrong, then Narcan would have no impact on her condition. But she would continue to deteriorate, and they would have lost valuable time.

Come on.

Lance’s heartbeat echoed in his ears. Sweat dripped down his back, and the fists at his sides went clammy. Everything inside him curled up into a tight ball, waiting. Cold slid over him like a blanket, as if his emotions were preparing for the worst.

Please.

He was so numb, so focused, he didn’t see Morgan and Hannah in the hallway.

“What happened?” Morgan grabbed his arm.

But he couldn’t take his eyes off the heart monitor.

Tick tock.

“Her heart rate is up,” the doctor said. “And climbing.”

The ICU staff drew a collective breath. In ten minutes, her pulse and blood pressure had returned to normal levels.

Lance let out the air he’d been holding in his lungs.

Morgan slipped her arm around his waist. “Are you all right?”

“Yes.” He rubbed his face. It was wet. He dried it with the heels of his hands.