with her replacement, going over the current status of the patients under her supervision as well as pertinent medication and physician instructions.
Each patient room in this unit was monitored by camera, with the live feed going to the unit's central nurse's station. The television monitors at the nurse's station were supposed to be watched constantly, although during shift change this procedure was not observed for about twenty minutes as the nurses, overworked and stretched to their limits, struggled to cram an hour's worth of work into a third of that time. However, the machinery helping keep the patients alive in each of the rooms had warning devices that would immediately alert the staff to any drastic changes in condition.
Shortly after Remmy had left, a person came in the same rear entrance that Remmy had passed through minutes earlier. Dressed in scrubs and white hospital coat with a protective mask covering the lower part of the face, and looking very much a part of the hospital world, this individual passed by the door of Bobby Battle's room, glanced inside and saw that it was empty except for the patient. A quick peek around the corner showed that the nurse's station was unattended. The intruder entered Battle 's room and closed the door.
Wasting no time, the person slightly moved the camera bolted to the wall across from the bed such that the live feed wouldn't show the area to the left of the bed. Then the masked figure hurried across to the IV stand next to the bed, removed the hypodermic needle from a coat pocket and stabbed one of the medication bags above the fluid line with the needle, shooting the entire contents of the hypo into it. The person glanced once at Battle lying there, features peaceful, even with a tube down his throat. The intruder picked up his hand, placed the wristwatch on it and set it to five. Finally, the person pulled the object from another coat pocket and laid it carefully on Battle 's chest.
It was a single white bird's feather.
Moments later the person had shot out the rear entrance, clambered down the stairs, slipped out into the parking lot and climbed in a car. The vehicle sped from the hospital.
The driver had a letter to write and mail.
Barely ten minutes after the car had driven off, a warning bell sounded on one of the machines in Bobby Battle's room, followed by another. Within seconds all were screaming their collective and ominous warnings.
The nurses rushed en masse to the room. A minute later a code blue was broadcast over the P.A., and a highly experienced medical crash team dashed into the room. It was all for naught. At 10:23P.M. Robert E. Lee Battle was pronounced dead.
CHAPTER 29
AT FIRST IT WAS ASSUMED THAT Battle had simply succumbed to the aftereffects of his stroke. The white feather left on his chest by his killer had fallen to the floor unnoticed as the medical team attempted to resuscitate him. When the feather was later discovered by a hospital technician, he placed it on the table next to the dead man's bed, perhaps assuming it might have come from a pillow. The watch the killer had placed on Battle 's wrist was covered under IV lines and also obscured by Battle 's ID and medication wristbands. An anguished and angry Remmy Battle came and went and didn't take note of the watch or the feather. It wasn't until a nurse called into question the feather that people began to wonder. It hadn't come from a hospital pillow, since they didn't contain feathers. In addition, the swift and unanticipated change in Battle 's condition was puzzling and certainly not above scrutiny.
However, it wasn't until around three in the morning, when they were about to move Battle 's body to the hospital morgue, that the watch was finally observed on the dead man's wrist, prompting a much closer examination of the body and subsequently the IV bags. That's when the attending physician saw the puncture in the bag where the hypodermic had plunged through.
'Dear God,' was all he could manage to say.
Todd Williams was roused from his bed, and on the way in he called King, who in turn called Michelle. All three arrived at the hospital at about the same time. They were surprised to see Chip Bailey there. Williams quickly introduced King and Michelle to the FBI agent.
'I was staying at a local motel, had my police scanner on,' Bailey explained. 'Damn, Todd, you must have your whole force here at the hospital.'
'This is Bobby Battle,' Williams shot back. 'A leading citizen of the area.'
King silently finished the man's unspoken thought.
The hospital personnel escorted them to Battle 's room. The dead man was lying there with the IV lines still in him and the ventilator tube down his throat, although all the life support machines and monitors had been turned off, their squawks and digital readouts no longer needed. Michelle found herself constantly looking over at Battle, someone she'd heard much about but had never met. For some reason, and not simply the manner of his death, he seemed as fascinating dead as he had been in life.
The head nurse and attending physician gave a brief overview of what they'd discovered regarding the feather, watch and the hole in the IV bag.
'This is all highly unusual,' said the doctor in the understatement of the year.
'We were pretty sure it didn't happen every night,' King said.
Williams examined the watch. 'Not a Zodiac,' he said quietly to Michelle and King. 'But it's set to
When Chip Bailey was shown the bird feather by Todd Williams, the agent's reaction was palpable, but he said nothing until the doctor and nurse had left the room.
'Mary Martin Speck,' he told them when they were alone. 'A nurse; she was nicknamed Florence Nightinghell. The lady killed twenty-three patients in six states over a ten-year period. Speck's currently serving a life sentence in a fed penitentiary in Georgia. Her calling card was a white bird's feather; she claimed she was doing the Lord's work.'
'So we can expect another letter,' said King.
'We haven't even had time to get the one on Hinson,' complained Williams. 'Why Bobby Battle? Why would the killer want to add him to the list? It was damn risky, coming in here like this.'
However, as they quickly learned after consulting once more with the head nurse, coming in the rear door was not as difficult as they'd originally thought. The code was a simple one, 4-3-2-1, and hadn't been changed in years. There were numerous people in the hospital who knew it and quite probably had let others know.
'Do we have any idea of what was shot into the IV bag?' asked Michelle.
'The lab will analyze and run tox on the contents,' said Williams. 'Luckily, somebody had sharp eyes and discovered the hole in the bag before everything was taken down and discarded.'
'Where's Sylvia?' asked King.
Williams shook his head. 'Home sick as a dog. She finished up Hinson last night, caught a bug and is right now throwing up into the toilet. At least that's what she planned to do when I hung up. She'll be here as soon as she can.'
Bailey spoke up. 'The FBI too. This is the fifth connected death, at least that we know of. We're going to take a more active presence, Todd. Sorry.'
'Then maybe
King said, 'I wouldn't do that until we receive a letter from the killer. The presence of the watch and feather makes it seem certain Bobby was another victim, but we need to be absolutely sure before we open that can of worms with Remmy.'
'Good point,' agreed Bailey.
'Were there any items missing from Bobby's room?' asked Michelle. 'The guy we're looking for took something from all the other victims.'
'We really won't know for sure until we talk to Remmy,' said Williams. 'Now I want to nail down the chain of events.' He stepped out for a moment and returned once more with the attending physician and head nurse.
'Can you run over the timeline again for us?' Williams asked.
