Carter's eyes rolled backward.
Daniel let go. 'Where is she?'
Carter shook his head, tried to scream, produced more squeaks.
'Tell me or I'll blow your fucking head off!'
'Wh-'
'My daughter!'
'I don't kn-'
Slap.
Tears, gasps.
'Where is she!'
'I swear?'gasp-gulp? 'I don't kn-know wh-what?' gasp? 'you're talking about.'
'My daughter! A beautiful girl! Green eyes!'
Carter shook his head frantically, began sobbing, coughing, retching.
'Cohen,' said Daniel. 'Nash. Fatma. Juliet. Shahin. All the others, you filth!'
Raising his hand.
Carter cried out, cowered, tried to slide under the covers.
Daniel grabbed his hair, pulled up hard. The Nazi's scalp hot, the hair greasy with sweat.
'Last chance before I blow your filthy head off.'
An acid smell filled the room, a wet stain spread on the sheet near Carter's groin.
'Oh Guh-God,' croacked Carter. 'I sw-swear it, please buh-believe me. Oh, shit-I do-don't know what you're ta-talking about.'
Hand around the throat again.
'Tell me, you-'
A voice at his back, female, indignant: 'What are you doing? Get off him, you!'
Hands pulling on his shirt. He shook them loose, kept his knee on Carter, put the gun against the monster's temple, and swiveled.
The movement knocked Catherine Hauser loose. The old nurse stumbled backward. She fell, legs spread, revealing tallowry thighs encased in white stockings. Sensible shoes.
She pushed herself up, brushed off her uniform. Her face was mottled. Her hands shook.
'Out of here,' said Daniel. 'Police business.'
The old woman stood her ground. 'What do you want with poor Richard?'
'He's a killer. He has my daughter'
Hauser started at him as if he were mad.
'Nonsense! He's killed no one. He's a sick man!'
'Out of here right now,' Daniel barked.
'Gastroenteritis,' said Hauser. 'Poor man's been sick in bed for the last four days.'
Daniel turned and looked at Carter. The Canadian made no effort to move. His breath was rapid, shallow.
Identities.
Stage actor. Manipulator.
'Not that sick,' growled Daniel. 'Early this morning he took a walk into the city and killed three men, then abducted my daughter.'
'Ridiculous!' snapped Hauser. 'What time this morning?'
'He left around midnight, stayed away all day, returned just before six.'
'Absolute nonsense! Richard was in the room from eight until now-throwing up, diarrhea. I've been here myself, caring for him. I cleaned out the emesis basin at twelve-thirty, gave him sponge baths around two and four, and have been checking on him since then, every hour on the hour. I took his temperature twenty minutes ago. He's got a fever-feel his forehead. Dehydrated. He's taking antibiotics, can barely walk.'
Daniel removed the gun from Carter's brow, touched the Canadian's face with the top of his hand.
Burning.
Carter shook with sobs.
Hauser looked at him, raised her voice to Daniel.
'The poor man can't walk two steps, let alone hike into the city. Now I'm warning you, Inspector Whatever- your-name-is: The U.N. authorities have been called. If you don't stop brutalizing him, you'll be in serious
