her out. To quote Cassidy, she 'probed for family support and psychosocial resources. Patient reports no siblings, father deceased, a living mother whom she describes as 'very sick.' When asked about the nature of the maternal 'sickness,' patient responds with visible tension and ambiguous evasions, suggesting some sort of psychiatric problem or other stigmatizing condition.'

'Cassidy suggested Shahin undergo a pelvic exam as the first stage of diagnosing the cause of her infertility. Shahin asked if any female doctors were available. When informed none were, asked Cassidy to do the exam herself. Cassidy told her she wasn't qualified for that. Shahin refused to be examined, saying no man other than her husband was allowed to touch her intimately. She also insisted upon an Arab doctor. Cassidy told her the nearest female Arab physician working for UNRWA was a general practitioner who volunteered once a month at a mobile clinic set up in the Deir El Balah camp in Gaza-she'd be happy to arrange a referral. Shahin refused, saying Gaza was too far to travel. At that point, Cassidy gave up, writing: 'Patient is still firmly in the denial stage regarding her infertility and the status of her marriage. As the marital stress increases she may be more amenable to diagnostic evaluation.'

'Shahin's final visit was two days ago. At that time, she was described by Cassidy as 'profoundly depressed.' Her husband had completed the talaq, she had nowhere to go, nothing to eat. A weight check showed she'd lost three kilos during the month since the second visit. She explained to Cassidy that she'd lost her appetite, hadn't eaten or slept since being banished, had camped under one of the old trees near the Garden of Gethsemane, didn't care if she lived or died. Cassidy found her blood pressure to be very low, got her some food and a bath, and tried to offer 'supportive counseling.' Shahin expressed fears that she was going insane, admitted that her own mother was mentally ill and her husband had always told her she'd inherit it. Cassidy suggested temporary bed rest in one of the hospital wards, with eventual placement at a women's shelter. Shahin refused, though she did accept more food. Then, according to Cassidy, she walked out of the hospital against medical advice. Al Biyadi never saw her but he co-signed Cassidy's notes and concurred with them.'

Daniel looked up from the summary.

'Three rootless women, two of them scared and depressed and abandoned, the other a mentally deficient drug addict on the run, with no family ties. As Yossi said, perfect victims, except that the killer hadn't counted on Abdin Barakat's enduring love for Shahin. If Elias hadn't gotten him to open up, we'd still be wondering about the common thread.'

Daoud acknowledged the compliment with the stingiest of nods.

'Cassidy and Al Biyadi saw all three of them,' said Daniel. 'Carter saw one of them. Both doctors' contacts appear to have been minimal-a quick look and out the door. Given the patient load at the clinics, it's possible Fatma's and Juliet's names wouldn't have meant anything to them. But Peggy Cassidy spent time with them. She'd be likely to remember, so at best she withheld material knowledge. At worst-'

'At worst is more like it,' said Shmeltzer, 'Motive, opportunity, means. She and Lover Boy, together.'

'What's the motive?' asked the Chinaman.

'What Dani's been saying: The two of them are PLO symps, want to pit us against the Arabs, cook up a revenge bloodbath.'

Daniel noticed Daoud smile at the use of the word us, then lose the smile, quickly. He, too, was unshaven, fatigued. Sitting next to the older man. Scruffy comrades-in-arms.

'A perfect setup,' Shmeltzer said. 'Hundreds of patients coming in and out of that place, the women one day, the men the next. Cassidy screens them, selects the vulnerable ones. As a woman, it's easy to get them to trust her. To relate. She reassures them the needle is going to make them feel better, calm them down. Then Lover Boy enters and?' Shmeltzer drew a finger across his throat.

Stalking the herd, thought Daniel. Picking off the weak ones.

'Three kill spots,' continued Shmeltzer. 'The cave and each of their rooms.' He turned to Daoud. 'Show them the plans.'

Daoud unfurled the Mandate-era blueprint of the Amelia Catherine's ground floor and spread it across the center of the conference table. Everyone leaned forward. Daoud pointed to several rooms on the west wing freshly relabeled in red.

'These were formerly servants' rooms,' he said. 'Now they're staff quarters. Nahum memorized the door plates.'

'He did, also,' said Shmeltzer. Frowning at Daoud: 'False modesty's no virtue.'

'Al Biyadi's room is right here at the end, closest to the back door,' said Daoud. 'Cassidy's is here, right next to his.'

'No big surprise if there's a connecting door between them,' said Shmeltzer. 'Two sinks, two bathtubs, pletvty of space to butcher and wash at leisure. Easy access to dope, knives, sheets, towels, soap, the hospital washing machine. A few steps to the rear door of the hospital and a quick walk in the darkness down to that tunnel we found.'

'How far is the end of the tunnel from the murder cave?' asked Daniel.

'Good couple kilometers,' said Shmeltzer, 'but if you went down at night, you could easily escape notice. One of them carries the body; the other, the equipment. All that brush offers a straight, camouflaged track from the hospital lo the desert. An aerial view would show one strip of green among many-we could probably get some photos from the air force to prove it.'

'If they've got two rooms, why the cave?' asked the Chinaman.

'Who the hell knows? They're crazy,' said Shmeltzer. 'Political, but two crazy assholes-a marriage made in hell.'

Daniel studied the blueprint, then rolled it up and put it next to his notes. 'Any chance you were noticed going over the side?'

'Doubtful,' said Shmeltzer. 'They didn't look for me seriously. Baldwin probably saw it as one crazy old Arab who'd limped off somewhere to die-high risk for noncompliance. They're probably used to it.'

Daoud nodded in agreement.

'What about the missing files?' asked Daniel.

Вы читаете Kellerman, Jonathan
Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ИЗБРАННОЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату