Pushing Up Bluebonnets (22 page)

  Cooper said, ''Your daughter's serious about her picture taking, huh?''

  I glanced over and saw that Simone was sitting near the visitor, talking to him.

  Adele sighed. ''I suppose. Elliott encourages her, buys her cameras and lenses practically every other week, sends her to amateur-photographer camps and workshops. It all makes me very . . . wait a minute. Why the hell are we talking about this?''

  ''Because you seem uneasy and I wondered if the issue was your daughter,'' Cooper said.

  ''What if I am uneasy?'' Adele snapped. ''Simone could fail. I mean, what kind of career is photography anyway? She'd work for newspapers or magazines? Travel all over creation. I don't like the idea one bit.''

  ''This
is
about your daughter, then, and not about visiting JoLynn?'' Cooper said softly.

  I almost smiled. Cooper was smooth. He could get beneath a person's top layer as quickly as a car salesman.

  Adele closed her eyes briefly, then looked Cooper in the eye. ''If my coming here can make things easier for my brother, then so be it. I haven't seen him this devastated since he lost Katarina.''

  I said, ''You're here for your brother, then? Not Simone and not JoLynn?''

  Cooper shot me a reproachful glance that asked the question I was asking myself. Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?

  But apparently I didn't do as much damage to his gentle probing as I thought, because Adele didn't seem upset by the question. In fact, Cooper had obviously settled her down nicely, because her tone was even when she said, ''I'm trying to understand Elliott's . . . attachment to this young woman, Ms. Rose. I truly am.''

  ''It's Abby.'' I offered a small smile.

  Cooper was about to ask her something else, but Richter was back, his neck reddened by anger. And he had that look of fear in his eyes again, the one I'd seen at his ranch when he began to understand that JoLynn might have many more secrets than he'd ever expected.

  Richter said, ''Someone called up the agency pretending to be me and canceled my twenty-four-hour security.''

  ''
That
explains why the guy left,'' I said. ''Someone called and sent him home.''

  ''Not exactly,'' Richter said through clenched teeth. ''Apparently the people I hired have been off this job for two days.''

  ''Th-then who was that guy we talked to not a half hour ago?'' I said.

  Cooper's expression hardened. ''Damn good question.''

22

Though Richter was mad enough to chew nails and spit rivets about the fake security guard, he was more concerned about JoLynn and was anxious to see her. He'd given that message to a staff member heading inside the ICU.

  So Adele stepped up and said she would make sure real security would be on the job as soon as possible. After calling to Simone—who was still talking to the morose visitor—that she'd be back as soon as she could, Adele left to make phone calls.

  ''I could head over to this agency you used, talk to them about how this happened,'' Cooper told Richter.

  ''Waste of time,'' Richter said. ''The cancellation was done over the phone, so they don't know a damn thing. I've used these people before, but they specialize in protecting my ship-channel sites here in Houston and my offices in south Texas. They've never done an assignment like this and the impostor was smart enough to call in the termination of services during the evening, when people who know my voice weren't around.''

  ''At least we know what the guy looks like,'' I said. ''We can alert the staff in case he shows up again. But why did he leave? We didn't know you were coming, so how could he? And why wouldn't he believe you'd accept his presence here just like we did?''

  ''I don't know . . . unless . . .'' Richter's eyes traveled across the waiting room to where his niece was now on one knee, photographing the visitor. ''Simone took the stairs while Adele and I rode the elevator. She got here first and as you can see, she's never known a stranger.''

  ''You think she told the guy who she was, that you were on the way, and that's why he decided to split?'' I said.

  ''Maybe,'' Cooper said. ''Let's ask.'' He caught Simone's eye and gestured for her to come over.

  She stood and put a comforting hand on the man's shoulder and he looked up at her gratefully before she left him.

  Richter spoke before Cooper could open his mouth and asked Simone about the guard. ''Yeah, he was here. I talked to him. He didn't do much talking back, though. Just got up and left.''

  ''Did you never mention your uncle or give him names?'' Cooper said.

  ''No.'' Simone's tone indicated this was,
like, the stupidest question ever.
''I asked if I could take his picture, that's all. He said 'Not today' or something like that, picked up his stuff and headed for the stairs. I did get one shot off, though, because he turned around to see if I was following him. Then you and Mom came and I forgot all about him.''

  ''Didn't you think that was odd? Did I not tell you I hired security for JoLynn?'' Richter's anger was now focused on his niece.

  She stepped closer and lifted her chin, stared him in the eye. ''You didn't tell me a damn thing, Uncle Elliott. But I guess I'm to blame for whatever's got you pissed off now.''

  Richter closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose with thumb and index finger. Quietly he said, ''I'm sorry. None of this is your fault.'' He then explained about the fake-security-guard snafu.

  ''Oh crap. So . . . you're okay, then?'' Simone asked.

  Richter offered her a puzzled look. ''Yes . . . but I don't understand—''

  ''You said you were sorry. You and Mom never say you're sorry about
anything
,'' Simone said.

  Richter stared down at Simone like he was seeing her for the first time. ''I truly am sorry.''

  Cooper cleared his throat, then asked Simone to show the picture to her uncle to see if Richter might know the man. Simone held the display out and clicked back about twenty times before she found Joe Johnson's photo.

  Richter shook his head no, but before he could say anything, Chuckles the Private-Duty Nurse came through the double doors.

  ''Mr. Richter? Maxine Norman, your day-shift nurse.'' She extended her hand to him, ignoring the rest of us.

  Brightly I said, ''Ms. Norman is new, too.''

  Simone said, ''Oh boy'' under her breath.

  But Richter said, ''I recognize you from your re´sume´ photo, Ms. Norman.'' He looked at Cooper. ''The nursing agency faxed me several applications to consider. I chose Ms. Norman myself, as she has outstanding recommendations, has dealt with head-injury patients often, but she couldn't start until yesterday.''

  ''I appreciate your confidence, Mr. Richter,'' Norman said. ''Your granddaughter is sleeping, but responding nicely to the reduction in sedation. Movement in all extremities, pupils reactive though unequal. Vital signs good.''

  Relieved Norman hadn't mentioned JoLynn's agitation during our earlier visit, I said, ''She smiled when I mentioned you, Mr. Richter.''

  ''Really?'' he said.

  ''Let's go in, but only for a few minutes. She needs her rest more than anything.'' Norman turned and started walking.

  ''Can my niece come, too?'' he asked.

  ''Certainly,'' Norman said over her shoulder.

  Simone followed and I heard her say, ''May I take your picture?''

  Richter hung back for a second and said, ''If you can get a lead on that man, I'd appreciate it. He made the cancellation call to Brace Security about ten p.m. Wednesday night. Meanwhile I'll have Simone show his photo to the staff.''

  Richter started after his niece and the nurse.

  Cooper called after him. ''Have her e-mail me that picture—and send it to Abby, too. You still have our addresses?''

He nodded and disappeared behind the double doors.

  Cooper sat down again, looking puzzled and worried. ''Guess we wait until protection arrives.''

  ''You think that guy planned another attempt on JoLynn's life right here? Doesn't that only happen on television?''

  ''He was probably here to gather as much information as possible, maybe get a handle on her condition, follow Richter when they took JoLynn out of here,'' Cooper said. ''Killing her in this place would be way too tough. But how did he find her?''

  ''There was a small article in the
Houston Chronicle
the day after the accident,'' I said.

  ''That explains it. If he tried to kill her, he'd be looking for proof she was dead. What bothers me is how easily he planted himself here. He must have scoped out the original guards, caught the logo on the uniform and knew who to call. He was careful and he was smart.''

  ''Could Kent Dugan have sent him? The switcheroo occurred after
he
knew where JoLynn was.''

  ''Very possible, but what's his motive to kill her?'' he said.

  ''You got me. Maybe she ran from him because he threatened her, he found her and . . . hell, I don't know. But like Jeff said, the guy gives off bad vibes.''

  Before he could respond, Adele came clicketyclacking back into the waiting room. ''Mission accomplished, and this time, I have a picture on my BlackBerry of the man who should be arriving shortly. Where's my brother?''

  ''In there.'' I nodded at the ICU.

  ''Would you like to visit, too?'' Cooper asked.

  She glanced at the doors, hesitated. ''Oh, no. I have to wait for the new security person.''

  Her whole facade had fallen away, leaving her looking vulnerable and afraid. Too much emotion had been spilled since JoLynn's accident. No one in the Richter family seemed equipped to deal with it all.

  ''If you're staying here,'' Cooper said, ''then Abby and I can get busy finding out who this Joe Johnson really is. If you'd e-mail us both pictures of any employees— nurses, aides, security—anyone you and your brother have authorized to be here, I'd appreciate it. Mr. Richter knows how to get in touch.''

  ''I will do that,'' Adele said with a distracted nod. She held her BlackBerry with two hands, her gaze far-off.

  We said good-bye and left the waiting area. I had my arms clutched around me to protect against what was becoming the very familiar chill. After we exited the elevator into the lobby, Cooper, who'd seemed lost in thought for the last minute or two, finally spoke.

  ''The security guard thing is important, but let's step back a minute. Help me process our visit to JoLynn. She seemed pretty mellow until I told her the car was rigged, so she understood what I meant. That piece of information would sure as hell upset me, too.''

  We paused near the hospital exit and I said, ''You think she knows who fiddled with her car?''

  ''Maybe. Can we pick up lunch and go back to your place? I need to think things through.''

  ''I don't have much appetite, but we can stop at Becks if you want. Black bean burger okay?''

  He smiled. ''Sounds great.''

  ''Kate loves them, but then, she's a fan of tofu, organic grains and anything else you can take away from the Whole Paycheck Market.''

  He laughed. ''Will I get to meet the shrink this weekend? We could sure use her expertise when we visit JoLynn tomorrow,'' he said.

  ''She'd be more than willing. I could leave her a message, since she's probably with a client.''

  ''Do it,'' he said.

  ''Hope you're up for
Shrek
and
Happy Feet
tonight, by the way. Jeff's sister has Down syndrome and we watch whatever she picks on Friday pizza night.''

  ''This is a guy who misses Saturday cartoons, so you don't have to sell me on animated anything—but please let me buy the pizza,'' he said.

  ''You've got a deal.'' Then I turned on my cell to phone Kate and saw MISSED CALL on

the screen. Jeff's
caller ID. ''Jeff phoned. Maybe he got the security tapes
from the garage.''

  ''I'd like a lead on that bastard who knocked you out, myself.''

  ''Better call Jeff first.'' Then I said, ''Hey there'' when he answered.

  ''Listen, we got a problem,'' he said.

  ''You need help with Doris before you come over tonight? We've already made the hospital visit to JoLynn, but guess what happened?''

  ''You need—''

  ''Cooper and I have a lot to tell you,'' I went on. ''He's staying at my place over the weekend and—''

  ''Abby, listen to me. They just pulled Kent Dugan's body out of Brays Bayou.''

23

I was too stunned to speak for a second and must have looked it because Cooper put a supportive hand on my elbow and mouthed, ''Are you okay?''

  My stomach felt like I'd eaten a batch of Texas kumquats right off the tree, but I gave him a thumbs-up to let him know I was fine. Then I said to Jeff, ''Dugan was murdered?'' so Cooper would understand what we were discussing.

  Cooper reacted with raised eyebrows to my words while Jeff went on, saying, ''When's the last time you remember anyone swimming in that bayou? Yes, he was murdered.''

  ''Sorry I asked.'' This terrible development had apparently made us both testy.

  ''You're obviously in the middle of something uglier than we thought, what with this murder and last night's incident in that garage.'' He didn't add ''so I worry,'' but I knew that's why he still sounded pretty tense. ''Anyway,'' he continued, ''Bart and I caught a drive-by shooting first thing this morning and when we got back to the sixth floor at Travis, DeShay and Chavez were heading out on the bayou call.''

  DeShay Peters and Jeff were once partners but had been split up because they were both day-shift sergeants. Now all the murder squads—God, how I hated that title—had a sergeant and an officer working together. DeShay was with Chavez and Jeff's new partner was Bart Pulanski.

''DeShay drew the case?'' I said. ''That's good.''

''Luck of the draw. I filled him in on the tampered

car, the coma victim's relationship to the complainant. I told DeShay I'd met Dugan and that you knew him, too, so expect a visit or a call.''