file.'
'It's downstairs in the records room.'
'Then that's where we're going.'
The records-room treasures were concealed by one of the unmarked doors bordering Swig's office. Tight space, hemmed by black file cabinets. The folder was right where it should have been. Milo examined it as the sheriff's men looked over his shoulder.
Missing photo, but George Orson's physical statistics fit Derrick Crimmins perfectly: six-three, 170, thirty-six years old. The address was the mail drop on Pico near Barrington. No phone number.
'What else exactly did this guy do?' said Banks.
'Series of cons, and he probably killed his dad and mom and brother.'
Swig said, 'I can't believe this. If we hired him, his credentials had to be in order. The state fingerprints them-'
'He has no arrest record we know of, so prints don't mean much,' said Milo, taking the file and flipping pages. 'Says here he completed the psych tech course at Orange Coast College… No point following that up, who cares if he bo-gused his education.' To Swig: 'Would there be any record if he actually returned his keys?'
'His file's in order. That means he did. Any irregularity-'
'Is picked up by the system. I know. Of course, even if he did return them, seeing as he got to take them home every day, he had plenty of chances to make copies.'
'Each key is clearly imprinted 'Do Not Duplicate.' '
'Gee,' said De la Torre. 'That would scare me.'
Swig braced himself against the nearest file. 'There was no reason to worry about that. The risk wasn't someone breaking in. Why don't you look for him, instead of harping'? Why would he come back!'
'Must be the ambience,' said Milo. 'Or maybe the new air-conditioning.' He looked up at a small grilled grate in the center of the ceiling. 'What about the ductwork? Wide enough for someone to fit?'
'No, no, no,' said Swig, with sudden conviction. 'Absolutely not. We considered that when we installed, used narrow ducts-six inches in diameter. It caused technical problems, that's why the work took so long to-' He stopped. 'Peake's my only concern. Should we keep searching?'
'Any reason to stop?' said Milo.
'If he killed that woman on the freeway, he's miles away.'
'And if he didn't?'
'Fine-exactly-got to go, need to supervise.'
'Sure,' said Milo. 'Do your thing.'
Outside the main building, the fireflies continued to dance, fragmented sporadically by the downslanting beams of circling helicopters. Milo yelled at a guard to get us out of there.
He and I and the sheriff's detectives reconvened in the parking lot, next to the unmarked. The white coroner's van was still in place, as were the squad cars and a pea-green sedan that had to be Banks and De la Torre's wheels.
Banks said, 'So what's the theory here? This Orson, or whatever his real name is, snuck in somehow and got Peake loose? What's his motive?' Milo flourished an open palm in my direction. 'Unclear,' I said. 'It may have had something to do with Peake's original rampage. Crimmins and Peake go way back. It's possible-now I'd say probable-that Crimmins was involved somehow. Either by directly urging Peake to kill the Ardullos or by doing something more subtle.' I described the long-term conflict between the Crimminses and the Ardullos, described Peake's prophecies. 'Money,' said De laTorre.
'That's part of it, but there's more. The root of all this is power and domination-criminal production. Orson- Derrick Crimmins-sees himself as an artist. I think he views the massacre as his first major creative accomplishment. He's been working on something called Blood Walk. At least three people associated with the film are dead; there may very well be others. I think Crimmins has reserved a role for Peake, but I can't say what it is. Now he's decided it's time to put Peake in the spotlight.'
'Sounds nuts,' said De laTorre.
Banks looked back at the yard. 'Funny 'bout that, Hector.' To me: 'So Crimmins is crazy, too? They hired a psychotic to work here?'
'Crimmins comes across as a classic psychopath,' I said. 'Sane but evil. Sometimes psychopaths fall apart, but not usually. Fundamentally, he's a loser-can't hold on to money, can't stick with anything, has had to take jobs that he considers below him. On some level, that enrages him. He takes out his anger on others. But he's fully aware of what he's doing-has been careful enough to shift identities, addresses, pull off one scam after another. All that spells rationality.'
'Rational,' said De la Torre, 'except he likes to kill people.' He stretched both wings of his mustache, distorting the lower half of his face. Releasing the hair, he allowed his lips to settle into a frown. 'Okay, now Peake. Basically, you're saying he was a head-case blood freak who turned into a vegetable here because they overdosed him. But for him to cooperate in the escape, he'd have to be significantly better put together than a summer squash. You think he could've been faking how crazy he is?'
'The guys on Five do it all the time,' said Milo.
'And rarely succeed,' I said. 'But Peake's a genuine schizophrenic. For him, it wouldn't be a matter of either- or, it'd be the intensity of his psychosis. At an optimal level, it's possible Thorazine made him more lucid. Clear enough to be able to cooperate in the escape. Crimmins could have played a role, too. He was a significant figure in Peake's life. Who knows what fantasies his showing up on the ward could have stimulated.'
'The good old days,' said Milo. 'Like some damn reunion. And once Crimmins got here, he'd have seen right away how rinky-dink the system was. Pure fun. Betcha he had keys to every door within weeks. We know he floated overtime on Peake's ward. Meaning he could wear his badge, drop in whenever he wanted, arouse no suspicion.' He shook his head. 'Peake must've seen it as salvation.'
'Crimmins dominated him before, knows he's passive,' I said. 'Slips him a knife. No one bothers to check Peake's room for weapons because he's been nonfunctional for sixteen years. Crimmins cues Peake that the time's right; Peake sneaks up on Dollard, cuts his throat, leaves on the staff elevator. Dollard was a perfect target: lax about the rules. And if he was involved in a drug scam with Crimmins, that would be another reason to hit him. You asked Swig if Dollard had access to the drug cabinet, so you were thinking the same thing. Or maybe Crimmins sneaked in and did the cutting himself. Showed up on the ward during the staff meeting, knowing he had only Dollard to contend with.'
'What drug scam?' said Banks.
Milo explained the theory, the cars in the driveway that had bedeviled Marie Sinclair. 'What's better than pharmaceutical grade? Dollard's the inside man, Crimmins works the street. That's why Dollard got so antsy when we kept coming back. Idiot was afraid his little side biz would be blown. He shows his anxiety to Crimmins, tips Crimmins that he can't be counted on to stay cool, and signs his own death warrant. Crimmins has a history of tying up loose ends, and Bollard's starting to unravel.'
'This,' said Banks, 'is… colorful.'
'Lacking facts, I embroider,' said Milo.
'Whatever the details,' I said, 'the best guess is that Crimmins managed to get Peake down in that elevator. I think he entered the hospital grounds tonight through that cut in the fence, made his way across the rear yard, maybe hid in one of the annexes. Easy enough, no one uses them. Coming in through the foothills wouldn't be much of a problem. Crimmins used to race motocross. He could've brought a dirt bike or an off-roader.'
'Where does your vie come in?' said Banks. 'The Argent woman?'
Milo said, 'She could've come across the drug scam. Or found out something from Peake she wasn't supposed to.'
'Or, she was part of the drug scam.'
Silence.
'Why,' said De la Tone, 'did Peake start prophesying?'
'Because he's still psychotic,' I said. 'Crimmins made the mistake of divulging what he was going to do, figuring Peake would keep his mouth shut. Don't forget, Peake's been mum for sixteen years about the Ardullo murders. But recently something-probably the attention Claire paid him-opened Peake up. He got more verbal. Started to see himself as a victim-a martyr. When I brought up the Ardullos, he assumed a crucifixion pose. That
