Bleeding in the Eye of a Brainstorm

clean the sleeping woman's face and body as best I could, then covered her with a clean blanket.

I hurried upstairs, quickly showered and pulled on sweats, hurried back downstairs. Margaret Dutton was still fast asleep. The woman had lost a considerable amount of blood, and under normal circumstances I would already have called an ambulance. But I was not dealing with normal circumstances. Until I understood what was happening, and until I could determine exactly what was in the black-and-yellow capsules, I was very reluctant to involve anyone else, especially medical personnel or the police. Notifying the authorities might not at all be in Margaret's best interests; something very bad might happen, just as the man who had given her the capsules had predicted.

I pulled a chair over next to the bed and sat down in it to wait and watch over Margaret until morning.

Chapter 4

Margaret awoke around ten o'clock looking very tired and pale, and with two swollen black eyes-the only external legacy, as far as I could see, of the copious amount of blood that had leaked from her during the night. 'Oh, my,' she sighed in a hoarse, small voice as she turned her head and saw me.

'Are you all right, Margaret?'

'I … I don't know. I feel so tired, Mongo. I don't know what's wrong with me. I had. . this terrible nightmare.'

'Yeah. Me too. I know about your nightmare, Margaret. I shared it. That's why I'm here.'

She pulled back the blanket covering her, started to try to get out of bed, stopped when she saw the blood- soaked bedding beneath her. 'Oh,' she said in the same weak voice. 'I must have gotten my monthly. I'm sorry.'

'There's nothing for you to be sorry about. I'm the one who's sorry.'

'But I've ruined your sheets and blankets. And I think I'm late for work.'

'Don't you worry about the sheets and blankets; I've got more. And you're not going to work. I'm your boss, and I'm ordering you to take the day off. I'm going to change the bed and give you one of Garth's sweatshirts to wear, and then I want you to get right back into bed and stay there. I have things to do, but I'll have Francisco look in on you from time to time, and he'll bring you your meals. If you need anything, just press the blue button on that intercom on the wall next to you. That will connect you to the office downstairs, and Francisco will come right up, or take care of whatever it is you need. Okay?'

Her swollen eyes went wide. 'Something bad happened, didn't it?'

'Yes. Something very bad happened. I know now you were telling the truth about what happened on the street and how you got the pills. I apologize for not believing you, Margaret.'

'But I was still crazy then. I don't know how much of what I told you was real.'

'I think it was all real enough.' I paused, pointed to the bag of capsules I had replaced on the nightstand after removing a few. 'There are your pills, Margaret. I've borrowed a couple, and I'll try to put them to good use. The man who gave them to you was right when he said you have to take one every day. I helped you take one during the night while you were having your nightmare, so you might want to wait until this evening before you take the next. Then be sure you keep taking one every day at bedtime, until you hear differently from me.'

'Then you're. . not going to make me leave right away?'

'No, Margaret, I'm not going to make you leave right away.'

I gave her a bath towel to cover herself, helped her out of bed and into the chair, then brought her one of my brother's old, baggy sweatshirts to wear as a nightgown. I changed the sheets and blankets, then helped her back into bed and tucked her in. Her eyes were already closing, but she seemed to be breathing and moving without pain or undue difficulty, and I judged that she would be all right.

'Thank you, Mongo,' she sighed.

'You're welcome. You should eat soon. Nap now, and Francisco will wake you in a little while and give you some breakfast; I hope you like liver, because that's what you need to eat. Then you can sleep as long as you want. I'll see you later.'

My first stop was a nearby commercial testing laboratory owned and operated by a chemist and pharmacologist, Dr. Frank Lemengello, who was also a friend. The tall, handsome, sad-eyed black man who was going into another room when I entered the main office was not a friend; neither was he an enemy, at least I didn't consider him one, but he was a bit more than just an acquaintance. He was most certainly a victim, in this case of his own past hubris, arrogance, and greed, aspects of his personality that had been thoroughly squeezed out of him by the courts, serious hang time on Rikers Island, and the opprobrium of his ex-colleagues in academia.

Dr. Bailey Kramer had once been a rising star in the international science firmament, a brilliant organic chemist lauded for his pioneering research on some curious chemical beasts called mega-long-chain polymers. But Bailey Kramer had wanted to make some big money in a short time, and he'd taken a hard fall. In the course of an investigation into industrial espionage in the pharmaceuticals industry, Garth and I had uncovered the fact that Bailey Kramer, renowned researcher, was also the brilliant sole creator and hopelessly inept wholesale distributor of a certain illegal, cheap, and highly addictive 'designer drug,' a new amphetamine, that had begun turning up on ghetto streets around the country. We'd turned him in.

I had never seen an individual so thoroughly crushed, humiliated-and sincerely contrite, contrition being an exceedingly rare quality in the usual kinds of people who are involved in the making, buying, and selling of illegal drugs. Even the prosecutor had felt pity-an even rarer quality among New York City prosecutors. After agreeing to turn state's evidence and testify as a key witness against the others involved, he had been given a relatively lenient sentence. He had served time, been a model prisoner, and then been released on early parole. I'd gotten him his present job after I'd discovered him driving a taxicab, underemployment I'd considered a waste of knowledge and talent for society as well as Bailey Kramer. I didn't think that Kramer had lost sight of what I'd done for him, but neither did I think he'd forgotten what Garth and I had done to him. I could understand how his feelings toward me might be mixed.

Not so his boss, who simply considered me a rather good fellow. 'Hey, Mongo!' Frank Lemengello boomed as he entered his office. 'How're you doing, my friend?'

'I'm doing the usual. How about yourself?'

'I'm doing the usual too. Bring more river water for me?'

'Not this time. What about Kramer? Is he working out?'

The burly scientist finished pumping my hand, then rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. 'Are you kidding me? Model employee. He's working out just fine. But it sometimes feels strange having an assistant who knows ten times more about your work than you do. He's taught me a lot. I'm giving him top dollar for a technical lab assistant, but I can't afford to pay him what he's worth.'

'Don't worry about it. There isn't that much demand in industry or the academic world for organic chemists who are also convicted drug dealers. Actually, he's probably making almost as much money with you as he did as a research professor, and he's making a hell of a lot more than he was as a taxi driver. Besides, he likes what he's doing.'

'Bailey told you that?'

'He hasn't told me anything; he doesn't much like talking to me. But he's a scientist, and he's doing science, which is something he probably thought he'd never be doing again.'

The heavily muscled, curly-haired scientist shrugged his broad shoulders. 'What we do here is pretty cut- and-dried. It must be boring for him.'

'He's got an attitude problem?'

'Not at all. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he has any attitudes or emotions. He's always polite, but he doesn't seem to care much to talk to me either, so we don't talk. I just let him go on about his business, which he does just fine. This a social visit, Mongo, or have you got something for me?'

'I've got this for you,' I said, taking one of the black-and-yellow capsules out of my pocket and handing it to him.