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He rattled off more medical terminology, suddenly looking at ease.

'How long did you read?'

'Maybe an hour or two.'

'One hour or two? There's a big difference.'

'I- we got home around nine-forty. The… tiff took maybe another ten minutes- mostly, it was cold silence. Then Claire was in bed by ten- so I guess a little over an hour. Maybe an hour and a half. Then the phone rang, some guy saying there was a medical emergency.'

'What time was this?'

'I don't know- when I'm not working I don't watch the clock. Bill taught me time was valuable, but when I'm home, not paying attention to time is my freedom.'

He looked at me in a new way. Childlike. Craving approval.

'I understand,' I said, thinking of the Auden poem Moreland had just left me.

O let not Time deceive you… burrows of the Nightmare… naked Justice.

He scratched his cheek, then his chest. Gazed into the latrine as if he wanted to crawl in.

'It was probably eleven-thirty,' he said. 'Or around then.'

'Who called?'

'Some guy.'

'You don't know who?'

He shook his head.

'Small island like this,' I said, 'I'd think you'd know everyone.'

'At first I thought it was one of the gardeners at the estate, but it wasn't.'

'Which gardener?'

'Carl Sleet. But it wasn't. When I said 'Carl' he didn't acknowledge, and this guy's voice was lower.'

'When you said 'Carl' he didn't identify himself?'

'He was talking fast- very upset. And the connection was bad.'

'Like a long distance call?'

That surprised him. 'Why would anyone call me long distance? No, the worst calls are the local ones. The long distance ones if you get a satellite linkup, you're fine. But most of the island lines are old and corroded.'

'All right,' I said. 'Some guy you didn't recognize calls you sounding upset-'

'I've been wracking my brain to see if I could figure out who it was, but I can't.'

'Why was he upset?'

'He said there was an emergency, a heart attack on Campion Way, near the park, and they needed help.'

'He didn't say who had the heart attack?'

'No. It all happened very fast- as if he was panicked.'

'Why'd he call you instead of Moreland?'

'He said he had called Dr. Bill and Dr. Bill was on his way and told him to get me because I was closer to Campion. So I grabbed my stuff and went.'

'What stuff?'

'Crisis kit- paddles, epinephrine, other heart stimulants. I figured I'd start CPR till Dr. Bill got there, then the two of us…'

'Then what happened?'

'I left the house-'

'Did Claire see you go?'

'No. I snu- left as quietly as possible. I didn't want to wake her or the kids.'

'Did she hear the phone ring?'

'I don't know… usually she doesn't. The phone's in the kitchen and there's no extension in the bedroom. We keep the ringer on low at night.'

'With no bedroom extension, how do you hear emergency calls?'

'I'm a light sleeper and we usually leave the bedroom door open. Tonight it was shut- Claire shut it 'cause she was mad. When it rang, I ran over and picked up on the first ring.'

Meaning no one could verify the call or the time frame.

'So you left with your medical kit,' I said.

'Yes.'

'Did you walk or drive?'

'Drove. I got to the park maybe five minutes after the call.'

'Close to midnight.'

'Must have been. It was really dark, there are no streetlights on the island except for Front Street. At first I couldn't see anything, was worried I'd run over the patient, so I parked and walked. As I got closer I saw someone lying by the side of the road.'

'Just one person? What about the caller?'

'No one else. I assumed whoever had called it in had chickened out. And I figured it would take another few minutes for Dr. Bill to get there, so I went over, opening my kit, ready to start, and someone grabbed me.'

'Grabbed you how?'

'Like this.' Hooking his left arm around his neck, he did a rough imitation of a police choke hold.

'A left arm?'

'Uh- no, it came from this side.' Reversing the hold. 'I guess it was the right- I can't be sure. It was so sudden and I blacked out. Next thing I remember is Dennis's face staring down at me, looking really weird. Angry. Other people, all of them staring down at me, my head feels as if it's about to explode and my neck's stiff and I think something happened to me and they're there to rescue me. But their faces- their eyes are hard. Then someone I can't see calls me 'killer.' And they're all looking at me the way they used to look at me when I was- the way they did- before I changed.'

I waited a while before saying, 'Anything else?'

'That's it… great story, huh?'

'The one thing you can say for it is, if you killed her, it sure wasn't premeditated. If it had been, you'd have prepared something useful.'

His smile was rueful. 'Yeah, great planner. So what do I do?'

'Tell your lawyer the story and see what he says.'

'You'll tell Dr. Bill? It's important to me- his knowing I'm innocent.'

'I'll tell him.'

'Thank you.'

I heard footsteps.

'Anything else I can do for you, Ben?'

He bit his lip. 'Have Dr. Bill tell Claire I'm sorry. For pressuring her to play… for everything.'

'Do you want to see her?'

'No. Not like this- ask her to tell the kids something. That I'm away on a trip.' Once more, tears welled.

Ed Ruiz opened the metal door. 'Time's up.'

***

On the way back to the office he said, 'Have fun?'

'A real blast,' I said. 'Next time, I bring streamers and funny hats.'

He let me in. Dennis was at his desk. He put the phone down, looking annoyed.

'Time well spent?' he asked me.

I shrugged.

'Well, the screws are already turning. Dr. Bill doing his thing.'

'What thing is that?'

'I just got a call from Oahu. Landau, Kawasaki and Bolt. High-powered law firm, senior partner's some motormouth named Alfred Landau. Flying over in a couple of days- scratch the public defender.'