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Dotson nodded impatiently.
"Time is often critically important in cases like this-"
"I know why you think you should see her," Dr. Dotson interrupted. If the interruption annoyed Washington, it didn't show on his face or in his voice.
"And we really do understand your concern about unduly upsetting your patient, and with that in mind I arranged for Officer Payne to come with me and actually speak with Miss Detweiler. Officer Payne is a close friend-"
"So thatis who you are! Matt Payne, right? Brewster Payne's boy?"
"Yes, sir," Matt said politely.
"I thought I recognized you. And you're a policeman?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's a new one on me," Dr. Dotson said. "Since when?"
"Since right after graduation, Dr. Dotson," Matt said.
"Well, you understand my concern, Matt. I don't want anything to upset Penny. She's been severely traumatized. Physically and psychologically. For a while there, frankly, I thought we might lose her."
"She's going to be all right now?"
"Well, I don't think she's going to die," Dr. Dotson said. "But she's still very weak. We had her in the operating room for over two hours."
"I understand, sir," Matt said.
"I'm going in there with you," Dr. Dotson said. "And I want you to keep looking at me. When I indicate that I want you to leave the room, I want you to leave right then. Understood? Agreed?"
"Yes, of course, sir."
"Very well, then."
If it had been Dr. Dotson's intention to discreetly keep Jason Washington out of Penelope Detweiler's room, he failed. By the time the doctor turned to close the door, Washington was inside the room, already leaning against the wall, as if to signal that while he had no intention of intruding, neither did he intend to leave.
Penny Detweiler's appearance shocked Matt Payne. The head of her bed was raised slightly, so that she could watch television. Her face and throat and what he could see of her chest were, where the skin was not covered with bandages and exposed sutures, black and blue, as if she had been severely beaten. Patches of hair had been shaved from the front of her head, and there were bandages and exposed sutures there too. Transparent tubing fed liquid into her right arm from two bottles suspended at the head of the bed.
"Now that the beauticians are through with you, are you ready for the photographer?" Matt asked.
"I made them give me a mirror," she said. "Aren't I ghastly?"
"I cannot tell a lie. You look like hell," Matt said. "How do you feel?"
"As bad as I look," she said, and then, "Matt, what areyou doing here? And how did you get in?"
"I'm a cop, Penny."
"Oh, that's right. I heard that. I don't really believe it. Why did you do something like that?"
"I didn't want to be a lawyer," Matt said. He saw that Dr. Dotson, who had been tense, had now relaxed somewhat.
She laughed and winced.
"It hurts," she said. "Don't make me laugh,"
"What the hell happened, Penny?"
"I don't know," she said. "I was walking to the stairwell. You know where this happened to me?"
