whether the doctor was able to assign a face and a file to each. He behaved that way, but she doubted he had that much interest in the actual intimacies of the hospital population. After a moment of two, he sighed.
'Of course, your statement can equally be applied to the gentleman already in custody for the murder,' he said. 'Nevertheless, Miss Jones, I shall do as you request,' he said. 'But I must suggest that this appears to be something of a wild-goose chase.'
'It's a place to start, Doctor.'
'It is also a place to stop,' he replied. 'Which, I fear, is what will happen to your inquiries when you seek information from these men. I imagine that you will find these interviews to be frustrating.'
He smiled, not in a particularly friendly fashion, and added, 'Ah, well, Miss
Jones. You would like, I imagine, to get these interviews under way promptly? I will speak with Mister Evans, and perhaps the Moses brothers, who can begin transporting the patients to your office. That way, at least, you can begin to fully encounter the obstacles that you are up against here.'
She knew that Doctor Gulptilil was speaking about the vagaries of mental illness, but what he said could be construed in different ways. She smiled at the medical director and nodded in agreement.
By the time she returned to Amherst, Big Black and Little Black were waiting for her in the corridor by the first-floor nursing station. Peter and Francis were with them, leaning against the wall like a pair of bored teenagers hanging out on a street corner waiting for trouble, although the manner in which Peter's eyes swept back and forth down the corridor, watching every movement and assessing each patient that rambled past, contradicted his languid appearance. She did not immediately see Mister Evans, which, she thought, might be a good thing, given what she was about to ask of them. But that was her first question for the two attendants.
'Where is Evans?'
Big Black grunted. 'He's on his way over from one of the other buildings. Support staff meeting. Should be here any second. The big doc called over and tells us that we're supposed to start escorting people in to see you. You got a list.'
'That's right.'
'Suppose,' Little Black said, 'they aren't quite as eager to come see you. What're we supposed to do then?'
'Don't give them that option. But if they get frantic, or start to lose control well, I can come to them.'
'And if they still don't want to talk?'
'Let's not anticipate a problem before we know we have one, okay?'
Big Black rolled his eyes a little, but didn't say anything, although it was clear to Francis that much of Big Black's existence at the hospital was about precisely that: anticipating a problem before it arose. His brother let out a slow sigh, and said, 'We'll give it a try. Can't promise exactly how people will react. Never done anything like this in here before. Maybe there won't be any trouble.'
'If they refuse, then they refuse, and we'll figure something else out,' she said. Then she bent forward slightly and lowered her voice a little. 'I have an idea. I wonder if you guys can help me out, and keep it confidential.' She waited as the two brothers immediately eyed each other. Little Black spoke for the two of them.
'Sounds to me like you're about to ask a favor that might get us into trouble.'
Again, Lucy nodded her head. 'Not all that much trouble, I hope.'
Little Black grinned widely, as if he saw a joke in what she said. 'It's always the person doing the asking that thinks whatever it is ain't that big a deal. But, Miss Jones, we're still listening. Not saying yes. Not saying no. Still listening.'
'Instead of you two going to each person and transporting them, I want just one of you to go.'
'Generally, Security thinks should be two guys with any transfer like this. One walking on either side. Those are the hospital rules.'
'Well, let me tell you what I'm getting at,' she said, taking a step closer to the men, so that only that small group might hear her, which was probably unnecessary in the hospital, but more a natural response to the meager conspiracy that Lucy had in mind. 'I'm only modestly optimistic that these interviews will turn up something, and I'm really about to rely on Francis probably far more than he's aware,' she said slowly. The others looked over at the young man quickly, who blushed, as if singled out in class by a teacher he had a crush upon. 'But as Peter pointed out the other day, what we really have here is a lack of hard evidence. I'd like to try to do something about that.'
Both Big Black and Little Black were now listening intently. Peter, as well, took a step forward, narrowing the small group further.
'What I would like,' Lucy continued, 'is while I'm talking with these patients, that their living areas get thoroughly searched. Have either of you ever shaken down a bunk and storage area?'
Little Black nodded. 'Of course, Miss Jones. On occasion, that's a part of this fine job.'
Lucy stole a quick glance over at Peter, who seemed to be controlling his desire to speak with some difficulty. 'And,' she added slowly, 'what I'd really like is for Peter to be a part of those searches. Like, in charge.'
The two attendants looked at each other, before Little Black spoke up. 'Peter's got a No Exit ticket on his jacket, Miss Jones. What that means is he ain't allowed out of the Amherst Building except on special circumstances. And it would be Doctor Gulptilil or Evans who says what those special circumstances would be. And Evans hasn't let him outside these doors even once.'
'Is he supposed to be a flight risk?' she asked, a little like she would at a bail hearing before a judge.
Little Black shook his head. 'Evans put it on the case file. More like a punishment, really, 'cause he's facing some serious charges back in your part of our fine state. Peter here under a court order to get evaluated, and that No Exit on the jacket, it's a part of that evaluation, I'm guessing.'
'Is there a way around it?'
'A way around everything, Miss Jones, if it's important enough.'
Peter had dropped into quiet. Francis saw again that he was anxious to speak, but had the sense to keep his mouth shut. Francis noted that neither Big Black nor his brother had as yet said no to Lucy's request.
'Why you think you need Peter to do this, Miss Jones? Why not just my brother or me?' Little Black asked quietly.
'A couple of reasons,' Lucy said, perhaps a little too rapidly. 'One, as you know, Peter was a fine investigator, and knows how and where to look and what to look for and how to treat any evidence, if we can come up with some. And, because he's been trained in forensic evidence collection, I'm hoping that he will spot something that maybe you or your brother might miss…'
Little Black pursed his lips together, a small movement that seemed to acknowledge the truth in what Lucy was saying. She took this as encouragement, and continued.'… And another reason I'm not sure I want to compromise either you or your brother in all this. Say you come up with something in a search. You're obligated to tell Gulptilil, who will, in turn, then control the evidence. Very likely, it will get lost, or screwed up. Peter finds something, quote and unquote, well, he's just another crazy guy in this hospital. He can leave it, tell me about it, then we can obtain a legitimate search warrant. Keep in mind, I'm hoping that there's going to come a time when we're going to need a policeman to come in and make an arrest. I need to preserve some sort of investigative integrity, whatever that is. You see what I'm driving at, here, gentlemen?'
Big Black laughed out loud, although there was no joke pending, except for the concept of investigative integrity inside the mental hospital. His brother put his hand to his head. 'Man, Miss Jones, I think you're gonna get us into some heavy duty trouble before all this is finished up.'
Lucy merely smiled at the two men. A wide smile, that showed her teeth and was accompanied by a glistening, welcoming look in her eyes, that spoke of a conspiracy of both need and elegance.
