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“Well, you made it back. Some of that road you were driving is tricky enough when you’re not drugged to the gills.”

“A truck nearly got me and the adrenaline surge bolstered me up for a few minutes. I was singing, shouting, anything to keep myself awake. I just couldn’t go over a cliff in the car, like Jilly. I had to make it back.” I drew a deep breath. “All right, what about Laura Scott?”

“Detective Minton Castanga will get back to us as soon as they get to her house and find out what’s going on. I got him when I mentioned the words attempted murder and FBI agent all in the same breath.”

“She could be long gone. If she wanted to kill me I don’t think she’d hang around.” Then I thought that if Laura had done it, she’d go to prison. I wondered: In prison for what? What has she done? It had to be something bad enough to make her believe she had to kill me.

Dr. Coates said, “As to that, there’s no way to know if her intent was to kill you, unless she’s caught and admits to it. You had a butt-load of the drug on board, but you probably would have survived the dose even without us. Your blood level was never that high, and you were never really unstable. They’ll have to find her and see what she says.”

I shook my head as I said, “I just don’t think they’re going to find her. She’s a very smart lady. She won’t be there and they’re not going to catch her.”

Dr. Coates listened to my chest again and Mrs. Himmel took my blood pressure. Then he said, “Oh, I nearly forgot. Dr. Paul Bartlett was here, pacing and upset, until finally we got him to go home. I’ll call him and he can bring back the sheriff and some of your other friends who were trying to pile into your room. Maggie did tell me she was going to call the FBI and tell them what happened.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I don’t suppose you tried to talk her out of that?”

If Maggie did call the FBI, she would have gotten my supervisor, Big Carl Bardolino. I looked at the phone beside my bed. I didn’t see much choice now. I made the damned phone call and got put on hold by his secretary. Big Carl was a man I respected, a twenty-five-year veteran, a canny team player but not a yes-man, and I really didn’t want to talk to him about this.

“Yeah? Is this you, Mac? What the hell’s going on? I get this call from a sheriff out there in boondocks U.S.A. telling me about your getting yourself poisoned.”

“Yes, sir, that’s why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know that I’m fine. The local cops are on it. No need to worry.”

“Damnation, you got yourself involved with a woman, didn’t you? How many times have I told you young people that you’ve got to be careful about letting your hormones go on a rampage and getting you compromised. Or should I say poisoned?”

“Yes, sir, you’ve told all of us that at least half a dozen times. That isn’t exactly what happened.”

“Yeah, right. I can hear the truthfulness in your voice. You’re a lousy liar, Mac. How many times have I told all of you that only vigilance conquers lust?”

“At least half a dozen times.”

“Right. And none of you ever listens. I’m fifty-three years old, thankfully beyond all that sort of thing, but you’re not. You’re supposed to be on leave. You’re supposed to be taking care of yourself, not getting poisoned. How are you feeling? How’s your sister?”

“Well, she was in an accident and she’s okay, but she’s out of the hospital right now, and I’m not sure just where she is. I’m sorry the sheriff called you. I really don’t think the drug I took was meant for me. There really wasn’t any need to call you.”

“Mac, I’m going to ream you if you get yourself hurt, you understand me? The FBI is a team, not a bunch of hotdoggers doing their own thing.”

“I understand, sir. I’m not hotdogging. This is all about my sister, and where she’s gone. It’s not an official investigation. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me deal with it for now. I don’t see any need to call in the cavalry.”

He grunted. Finally, after I knew he’d chewed his unlit cigar nearly