been in an accident?’
‘No. Nothing like that.’
He had taken them into a small kitchenette behind the chapel, and as they talked, he brewed coffee in a battered old pot that sat on a hot plate.
‘Has Norbert come after Mrs Glick yet?’ Jimmy asked.
‘No, and not a sign of him,’ Maury said, putting sugar and cream on the table. ‘That one will come by at eleven tonight and wonder why I’m not here to let him in.’ He sighed. ‘Poor lady. Such tragedy in one family. And she looks so sweet, Jimmy. That old poop Reardon brought her in. She was your patient?’
‘No,’ Jimmy said. ‘But Ben and I… we’d like to sit up with her this evening, Maury. Right downstairs.’
Green paused in the act of reaching for the coffeepot. ‘Sit up with her? Examine her, you mean?’
‘No’ Jimmy said steadily. ‘Just sit up with her.’
He looked at them closely. ‘No, I see you’re not. Why would you want to do that?’
‘I can’t tell you that, Maury.’
‘Oh.’ He poured the coffee, sat down with them, and sipped. ‘Not too strong. Very nice. Has she got something? Something infectious?’
Jimmy and Ben exchanged a glance.
‘Not in the accepted sense of the word,’ Jimmy said finally.
‘You’d like me to keep my mouth shut about this, eh?’
‘Yes.’
‘And if Norbert comes?’
‘I can handle Norbert,’ Jimmy said. ‘I’ll tell him Reardon asked me to check her for infectious encephalitis. He’ll never check.’
Green nodded. ‘Norbert doesn’t know enough to check his watch, unless someone asks him.’
‘Is it okay, Maury?’
‘Sure, sure. I thought you said a big favor.’
‘It’s bigger than you think, maybe.’
‘When I finish my coffee, I’ll go home and see what horror Rachel has produced for my Sunday dinner. Here is the key. Lock up when you go, Jimmy.’
Jimmy tucked it away in his pocket. ‘I will. Thanks again, Maury.’
‘Anything. Just do me one favor in return.’
‘Sure. What?’
‘If she says anything, write it down for posterity.’ He began to chuckle, saw the identical look on their faces, and stopped.
10
It was five to seven. Ben felt tension begin to seep into his body.
‘Might as well stop staring at the clock,’ Jimmy said.
‘You can’t make it go any faster by looking at it.’
Ben started guiltily.
‘I doubt very much that vampires-if they exist at all-rise at almanac sunset,’ Jimmy said. ‘It’s never full dark.’ Nonetheless he got up and shut off the TV, catching a wood duck in mid-squawk.
Silence descended on the room like a blanket. They were in Green’s workroom, and the body of Marjorie Glick was on a stainless-steel table equipped with gutters and foot stirrups that could be raised or depressed. It reminded Ben of the tables in hospital delivery rooms.
Jimmy had turned back the sheet that covered her body when they entered and had made a brief examination. Mrs Glick was wearing a burgundy-colored quilted house coat and knitted slippers. There was a Band-Aid on her left shin, perhaps covering a shaving nick. Ben looked away from it, but his eyes were drawn back again and again.
‘What do you think?’ Ben had asked.
‘I’m not going to commit myself when another three hours will probably decide one way or the other. But her condition is strikingly similar to that of Mike Ryerson-no surface lividity, no sign of rigor or incipient rigor.’ And he had pulled the sheet back and would say no more.
It was 7:02.
Jimmy suddenly said, ‘Where’s your cross?’
Ben started. ‘Cross? Jesus, I don’t have one!’
‘You were never a Boy Scout,’ Jimmy said, and opened his bag. ‘I, however, always come prepared.’
He brought out two tongue depressors, stripped off the protective cellophane, and bound them together at right angles with a twist of Red Cross tape.
