The Sleeping Doll (Kathryn Dance 1)

"Sure. The kids're looking forward to it. I might have to do a hit-and-run, depending. But I still want to have it."

"You'll be there, Michael?"

"Plan to. Depending."

"I understand. Hope it works out, though."

Edie Dance's pager beeped. She glanced at it. "I've got to get to Cardiac. If I see Dr. Olson I'll ask him to stop by and brief you."

Her mother left. Dance glanced at O'Neil, who nodded. He showed a badge to the Critical Care nurse and she helped them both into gowns and masks. The two officers stepped inside. O'Neil stood while Dance pulled up a chair and scooted forward. "Juan, it's Kathryn. Can you hear me? Michael's here too."

"Hey, partner."

"Juan?"

Though the right eye, the uncovered one, didn't open, it seemed to Dance that the lid fluttered slightly.

"Can you hear me?"

Another flutter.

O'Neil said in a low comforting voice, "Juan, I know you're hurting. We're going to make sure you have the best treatment in the country."

Dance said, "We want this guy. We want him bad. He's in the area. He's still here."

The man's head moved.

"We need to know if you saw or heard anything that'll help us. We don't know what he's up to."

Another gesture of the head. It was subtle but Dance saw the swaddled chin move slightly.

"Did yo

u see something? Nod if you saw or heard something."

Now, no motion.

"Juan," she began, "did you--"

"Hey!" a male voice shouted from the doorway. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Her first thought was that the man was a doctor and that her mother would be in trouble for letting Dance into the room unsupervised. But the speaker was a young, sturdy Latino man in a business suit. Juan's brother.

"Julio," O'Neil said.

The nurse ran up. "No, no, please close the door! You can't be inside without a mask."

He waved a stiff arm at her and continued speaking to Dance. "He's in that condition and you're questioning him?"

"I'm Kathryn Dance with the CBI. Your brother might know something helpful about the man who caused this."

"Well, he's not going to be very fucking helpful if you kill him."

"I'll call security if you don't close the door this minute," the nurse snapped.

Julio held his ground. Dance and O'Neil stepped out of the room and into the hallway, closing the door behind them. They took off the gowns and masks.

In the corridor the brother got right into her face. "I can't believe it. You have no respect--"