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‘I just hope we get there before she does something stupid. She could be lining up another victim as we speak,’ said Billy.
The pitch of the engine increased as Billy depressed the accelerator further and started weaving in and out of traffic.
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Farrow
Hernandez leaned against the wall, staring through the glass into the private room at Mount Sinai hospital.
Farrow stood beside her, watching the nurses as they removed tubes, needles and monitors from the recently deceased body of Frank Quinn.
‘Now it’s a homicide,’ said Hernandez.
‘Looks like it,’ said Farrow. They’d got a call from the hospital that Quinn had suffered another major setback. One of his lungs had collapsed and the second one wouldn’t hold on much longer. There was a chance, a small one, that he might wake before he died.
In the end, Quinn never woke. And he’d died five minutes ago.
Hernandez turned away and Farrow followed. There was nothing more to be done in the hospital.
‘Did you get a hold of Amanda White yet?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Jesus, you got those lab results . . .’
‘I know when I got them. I’ll find her. What about the techs working on Quinn’s computers?’
‘Last I heard they’d broken through the security protocols. We should have the results any time.’
Farrow’s phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID said it was from a man he hadn’t heard from in a long time.
‘Dr. Marin, how are you?’ said Farrow.
‘I’m all right, but I need your help with something right away. It’s Ruth Gelman. Someone who knows her has contacted me and they’re concerned she’s had some kind of breakdown or relapse. I’m on my way to an address in Brooklyn. I may need to have her committed.’
‘Committed? Is it that bad?’
‘By the sounds of it, yes. Paranoid hallucinations, exactly like the ones she had when she first came into Kirby. Technically, I’ve discharged her. I would have to commit her involuntarily if she’s not willing to consent to treatment, or if she’s incapable of making that decision. I could’ve called the local precinct, but I know you visited her when she was here. She trusts you. It wouldn’t hurt to have another familiar face when we show up at her apartment. Can you do it?’
‘Give me the address,’ said Farrow.
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Amanda
It was five minutes to eight when Amanda and Billy pulled up outside the address in Brooklyn Heights.
‘That’s it. Eighth-floor penthouse,’ said Billy.
Just as he spoke, the front door to the building opened and a woman wearing a cap and dark clothing left the building carrying a gift basket.
‘Is that her?’ asked Amanda.
‘I don’t know. I can’t tell from here,’ said Billy.
The woman carried the basket to a black car, opened it and put the basket in the rear seat.
‘That’s a black Mercedes she’s getting into. Check the license plate – I wrote down the one they found,’ said Billy.
