Doctor,” she said. “First symptoms?”
“Quite a while ago,” he mumbled.
“Not good enough. When?”
“I’m a fool.”
“We know that. How soon after you brought that miscarriage in here?”
“Maybe six months.”
“You’ve done nothing about it?”
He shook his head. “Just hoped.”
“That’s not going to work.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.”
“You know the closest CDC can get to an antidote is antivenin, and no one knows―”
“It’s too late anyway.”
Leah looked at Buck and shook her head. “He’s right,” she said. “The antivenin won’t even let him die comfortably.”
“What’re you telling me?” Buck said. “He hasn’t even got a chance?”
Doc shook his head and closed his eyes.
“The maximum antivenin dosage will be like spitting into the wind,” Leah said. “What can you see, Doctor?”
“Not much.”
Leah pressed her lips together.
There was a knock at the door. Buck opened it, reached for the medicine, and the girl pulled back. He made a lunge for it and ripped it from her hands.
“Miz Rose,” she called over his shoulder. “That call was from GC!”
Buck shut the door, but Leah pushed past him and called after her. “GC where?”
“Wisconsin, I think.”
“What’d you tell them?”
“That you were busy with a patient.”
“You didn’t say who, did you?”
“I don’t know who. ‘Cept he’s a doctor.”
“You didn’t say that, did you?”
“Shouldn’t I have?”
“Wait right there.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Just wait there a second.”
Leah returned and quickly filled two syringes. She drove them into Floyd’s hip, and he didn’t even flinch. “Have her come in here,” Leah told Buck.
He looked down the hall and signaled for the girl. She hesitated, then came slowly. “C’mon!” he said. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
As soon as she poked her head in the door, Leah said, “Bring me my purse as fast as you can, will you?”
“Sure, but―”
“Stat, sweetheart. Stat!”
The girl ran off.
“What’s happening?” Buck said.
“Get your vehicle and bring it around the back. There’s a basement exit, and that’s where I’ll come.”
“But if he’s dying, how can y―”
Leah grabbed his arms. “Mr. Williams, Doctor Charles and I have not just been talking. This man could be dead before we get him to the car. If you want to bury him or cremate him or do anything with him other than have him found here, I’ll deliver him to the back door. GC in Wisconsin ring any bells? That’s where he worked, remember? That’s where he’s AWOL from. They’ve been nosing around, watching for him, figuring he’s in this area and might show up here sometime. They don’t know―at least from me―that he was already here once. I’ve been lying through my teeth. They find him here, dead or alive, we’re all in trouble. Now go!”
“Any chance you can save him?”
“Get the car.”
“Just tell me if he’s better off here or in the c―”
Leah whispered desperately, “He’s dying. It’s just a matter of when. Where is irrelevant now. The best I can do for him I have already done. The absolute worst would be his being discovered here.”
Mac looked at his watch. “Just enough time for you two to tell me how you got together, you know, romantically.”
“I think you’ve heard enough details, Captain.”
“C’mon! I’m an old romantic.”
“It hasn’t been easy,” David said. “Obviously I kept her from you and Rayford.”
“Yeah, what’s that all about?”
“At the time we believed the fewer who knew the better.”
“But we need all the comrades we can get.”
“I know,” David said. “But we’re both so new at this, we don’t know who to trust.”
“If you wondered about Ray and me, you sure never showed it.”
“It was a good exercise, let me just say that. What’s going to happen when the brass start looking for a mark that’s not there, rather than not seeing a