Immortal in Death (In Death #3)(95)

“Be sure I will, Dr. Ambrose.”

Ambrose gnashed her teeth again, then sighed. “Listen, I don’t want to hang the mess on your uniform, Lieutenant. We had a disruption here a few hours ago. One of our violent tendencies attacked his ward nurse, got out of his restraints. We had our hands full for a few minutes, and the uniform pitched in. If she hadn’t, the ward nurse would very likely be standing at the Pearly Gates with Ms. Fitzgerald right now instead of dealing with a broken tibia and some cracked ribs.”

“You’ve had a busy night, Doctor.”

“Not one I want to repeat any time soon.” She dragged her fingers through curly, rust-colored hair. “Listen, Lieutenant, this center has an excellent reputation. We help people. Losing one, this way, makes me feel every bit as shitty as you. She should have been asleep, damn it. And that uniform wasn’t away from her post for more than fifteen minutes.”

“Timing again.” Eve looked back at Jerry and tried to shrug off the weight of guilt. “What about your security cameras?”

“We don’t have any. Lieutenant, can you imagine how many media leaks we’d have if we had recordings of patients, some of whom are prominent citizens? We’re bound by privacy laws here.”

“Great, no security discs. Nobody sees her take her last walk. Where’s the drug hold where she OD’d?”

“This wing, one level down.”

“How the hell did she know that?”

“That, Lieutenant, I can’t tell you. Any more than I can explain how she unkeyed the lock, not only on the door, but on the holds themselves. But she did. The night watch found her on his sweep. The door was open.”

“Unlocked or open?”

“Open,” Ambrose confirmed. “As were two holds. She was on the floor, dead as Caesar. We tried the usual resuscitations, of course, but it was more for form than from hope.”

“I’ll need to talk to everyone in this wing — patients as well as staff.”

“Lieutenant — “

“Fuck privacy laws, Doctor. I’m overriding them. I want your night watch as well.” Pity jangled Eve’s nerves as she recovered the body. “Did anyone come in, try to see her? Did anyone call to check her condition?”

“Her ward nurse will have that information.”

“Then let’s start with her ward nurse. You round up the rest of them. Is there a room I can use for interview?”

“You can use my office, such as it is.” Ambrose looked back at the body, hissed between her teeth. “Beautiful woman. Young, with fame and fortune at her fingertips. Drugs heal, Lieutenant. They extend life and the quality of it. They eradicate pain, soothe a troubled mind. I work hard to remember that when I see what else they can do. If you ask me, and you’re not, she was headed here the first time she sipped that pretty blue juice.”

“Yeah, but she got here a lot faster than she was supposed to.”

Eve strode out of the room, spotted Peabody in the corridor. “Casto?”

“I contacted him. He’s on his way.”

“It’s a goddamn mess, Peabody. Let’s do what we can to mop it up. See that this room — Hey, you.” She saw the officer she’d left on guard at the end of the hallway. Her finger pointed like an arrow. She could see that it hit its mark by the way the uniform winced before she blanked her face and started toward her commanding officer.

Eve blew off some steam giving the uniform a dressing down. She didn’t have to know Eve would recommend no disciplinary action be taken. Let her sweat.

In the end, when she was sweating and pale, Eve studied the nasty bruising scrape on the officer’s collarbone. “The VT give you that?”

“Sir, before I restrained him.”

“Have it seen to, for Christ’s sake. You’re in a health center. And I want this door secured. You got that this time? Nobody in, nobody out.”

“Yes, sir.” She snapped to attention, looking, Eve thought, pathetically like a whipped puppy. Barely old enough to buy a beer at a street stall, Eve mused with a shake of her head.

“Stand your watch, Officer, until I order your relief.”

She spun away, gesturing for Peabody to follow.

“You ever get that pissed off at me,” Peabody said in her mild voice, “I’d prefer a bare-knuckled punch in the face to a tongue lashing.”

“So noted. Casto, glad you decided to join us.”

His shirt was rumpled, as if he’d tossed on the first thing that had come to hand. Eve knew the routine. Her own shirt looked as if it had been balled in someone’s pocket for a week. “What the hell happened here?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out. We’re setting up in Dr. Ambrose’s office. We’ll question the relevant staff one at a time. For the patients we’re likely going to be required to do a room to room. Everything on record, Peabody, starting now.”

In silence, Peabody took out her recorder, clipped it to her lapel. “On record, sir.”

Eve nodded to Ambrose, then followed her through reinforced glass doors, down a short hallway, and into a small, cluttered office.

“Dallas, Lieutenant Eve. Questioning of possible witnesses in the death of Fitzgerald, Jerry.” She checked her watch for time and date and recorded them. “Also present are Casto, Lieutenant Jake T., Illegals Division, and Peabody, Officer Delia, temporary attache to Dallas. Questioning to take place in the office of Dr. Ambrose, Midtown Rehabilitation Center for Substance Addictions. Dr. Ambrose, please send in the ward nurse. And stand by, Doctor.”