The Night Stalker_ A Novel of Suspense - James Swain [67]
“Is there anything else you remember about this woman?” I asked.
“She called herself Tessa,” Lonna said. “She really fussed over Martin.”
I found myself nodding, and went to the door. Then I had a thought, and turned back to face the couple. “Did Tessa know the name of the medications Martin was being given?”
“Yes,” Lonna said. “She asked me what they were called, and wrote it down. She said she wanted to be sure the doctor was giving Martin the right drugs.”
“What were their names?”
“Albuterol and theophylline.”
I borrowed a pen and slip of paper from Burrell, made Lonna spell the drugs for me, and wrote them down.
“Is that important?” Lonna asked.
I didn’t like to tell grieving parents any more than I had to during an investigation, only Lonna and Jimmie Wakefield were sick with worry, and deserved to hear even the tiniest bit of good news. I said, “This is going to sound strange, but that’s the best thing you could have told me. Tessa loves your baby. That’s why she stole him, and that’s why I should have no trouble tracking her down.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I walked outside Lonna Wakefield’s room and let my eyes scan the hallway. The floor had been recently mopped, and it reflected my shadow, as well as that of my dog’s and Burrell’s, both of whom stood behind me. My eyes locked on an emergency exit at the hallway’s end. Without conscious thought my feet took me to it, and my hand grabbed the door handle that would lead me outside. Burrell called out in alarm.
“Jack, you’re going to set off the sirens,” she said.
“This is the exit that Tessa took when she escaped with the baby,” I said.
“We don’t know that for certain. There are other exits in the building.”
I shook my head, still grasping the door handle. I heard Burrell’s shoes clop on the floor as she caught up to me. “Tessa took the path of least resistance, which happens to be this door,” I said. “My guess is, she dismantled the siren earlier, and parked her car outside. She was gone before anyone knew the baby was missing.”
“You’re sure about this,” Burrell said.
“Bet you a buck.”
“You’re on.”
I’ve been hunting down kids long enough to know when I’m right. I pushed open the emergency exit and waited. No siren went off. Burrell let out an exasperated breath.
“It must be hell being right all the time,” she said.
I entered a dimly lit stairwell and had a quick look around. On the opposite side was another door that led outside. I went to it, and grabbed the handle.
“Want to bet another buck?”
“Not with you.”
I opened the door and sunlight flooded the stairwell along with the clamorous noise of traffic on nearby Andrews Avenue. Buster scurried out between my legs and made a beeline for a line of garbage cans hugging the side of the building. I began pulling off the lids and quickly found a drab gray nurse’s uniform stuffed into one. The tag inside the collar said X Large. Burrell took the uniform and held it up to the light.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she said.
“Check the pockets,” I said. “She was in a hurry, and probably didn’t bother to clean them out.”
Burrell emptied the pockets while I tried to determine where Tessa had parked her car. We were on the eastern side of the hospital, and parking was limited to cars reserved for doctors and high-ranking hospital employees. A small strip of grass separated the parking area from the street, and I found tire imprints in the grass.
“Tessa parked her car here,” I called to Burrell. “Judging from the space between the tires, she’s driving something pretty small.”
“She parked in the grass? Isn’t that a little risky?”
“Desperate people do desperate things,” I said. “Find anything?”
“A receipt from Publix. She purchased eighty-six dollars’ worth of groceries two days ago, paid cash. Judging from the items she bought, she definitely is married.”
“Lots of beer and frozen pizza?”
“Yes. They like to eat.”
Burrell stuffed the uniform beneath her arm. “We still don’t know her name, or where she lives, or anything else. I don’t mean to sound