Ramirez said, Maybe he wasnt dead, you know, so he walked out himself.
Hes deader than dead, Toledano said. Total damn dead.
With a slump-shouldered shrug and a koala smile, Jose said, Mistakes happen.
Not in this hospital, they dont, the attendant insisted. Not since once fifteen years ago, when this old lady was in cold holding almost an hour, certified dead, and then she sits up and screams.
Hey, I remember hearing about that, said Pomp. Some nun had herself a heart attack over it.
Who had the heart attack was the guy in this job before me, and it was the nun chewin him out that gave it to him.
Stooping, Ethan extracted a white plastic bag from under the gurney that had held Dunnys body. The bag featured drawstrings, to one of which had been tied a tag that bore the name DUNCAN EUGENE WHISTLER, his date of birth, and his social-security number.
With a wheeze of panic in his voice, Toledano said, That held the clothes he was wearing when he was admitted to the hospital.
Now the bag proved empty. Ethan put it on top of the gurney. Ever since the old lady woke up fifteen years ago, you double-check the doctors?
Triple-check, quadruple-check, Toledano declared. First thing a deader comes in here, I stethoscope him, listen for heart and lung action. Use the diaphragm side to hear high-pitched sounds, bell side for low-pitched. He nodded continually, as though while he talked he were mentally reviewing a checklist of steps hed taken on receipt of Dunnys body. Do a mirror test for breath. Then establish internal body temp, take it again a half-hour later, then a half-hour after that, to see is it dropping like it should if what youve got is really a deader.
[55] Pomp found this amusing. Internal temperature? You mean you spend your time shovin thermometers up dead peoples butts?
Unamused, Jose said, Have some respect, and crossed himself.
Ethans palms were damp. He blotted them on his shirt. Well, if nobody could get in here to take him, and if he was dead-where is he now?
Probably one of the sisters jerking your chain, Pomp told the morgue attendant. Those nuns are jokers.
Cold air, snow-white ceramic tile, stainless-steel drawer fronts glistening like ice: None of it accounted for the depth of Ethans chill.
He suspected that the subtle scent of death had saturated his clothing.
Places like this had never in the past disturbed him. He was disturbed now.
In the space labeled NEXT OF KIN OR RESPONSIBLE PARTY, the hospital paperwork listed Ethans name and telephone numbers; nevertheless, he gave the harried attendant a card with the same information.
Ascending in the elevator, he half listened to one of Barenaked Ladies best songs reduced to nap music.
He went all the way up to the seventh floor, where Dunny had died. When the elevator doors opened, he realized that he had needed to go only as high as the garage on the first subterranean level, where hed parked the Expedition, just two floors above the garden room.
After pressing the button for the main garage level, he rode up to the fifteenth floor before the cab started down again. People got on the elevator, got off, but Ethan hardly noticed them.
His racing mind took him elsewhere. The incident at Reynerds apartment. Dead Dunnys disappearance.
Badgeless, Ethan nonetheless retained a cops intuition. He understood that two such extraordinary events, occurring in the same morning, could not be coincidental.
The power of intuition alone, however, wasnt sufficient to suggest the nature of the link between these uncanny occurrences. He might as well try to perform brain surgery by intuition.
[56] Logic didnt offer immediate answers, either. In this case,
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