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Rawlins set his beer on the coffee table. “Like inside the foam lining.”
“Like that.”
They held each other’s gaze, then Wilson took the bag of chips from Rawlins and dug in. Rawlins stared blankly at the TV as he thought it over. “Brady’s head wound looks like the kind made with the butt of a gun, and Mallett has that pocket pistol. But it’s small, and there wasn’t any blood on it when I took it from his bag.”
Wilson noshed. “And why would he want to clobber Brady?”
Rawlins admitted that Rye Mallett had put that same question to him.
“Did you come up with a motive?” Wilson asked.
“None that held water.”
“Dr. O’Neal insisted that I take her to the hospital so she could personally check on Brady’s condition before leaving town. Either her worry was genuine, or she’s one hell of a good actress. I was surprised to see Mallett there.”
“He was?”
“There when I dropped her off and there when I picked her up.”
“He was lurking at the hospital? Why? Worried that Brady would wake up and point the finger at him?”
“According to Thatcher, Brady doesn’t know who hit him. He was struck from behind.”
“If Brady had died, whoever hit him would be facing a much more serious charge. Manslaughter, if not murder. That would make a suspect nervous.”
“Nervous enough to make a visit to the hospital?” Wilson set aside the chips and dusted salt off his hands. “Hell, I don’t know. But if he’s that cold and calculating, I don’t see how he could look Marlene in the eye.”
“Mallett talked to her?”
“Dr. O’Neal did, too.”
“Huh.” Rawlins frowned in thought, then stood up and reached for his coat. “Then I think we should talk to Marlene.”
Although they were officially off duty, they chewed mints on the way to the hospital so no one would smell the beer on their breath. The admissions nurse knew them by sight, even in plainclothes.
“Marlene White still here?” Rawlins asked as they approached the window.
“Some of the relatives have trickled out, but they told me that she won’t leave.”
The two deputies took the elevator up. In the waiting room, Brady’s wife was surrounded by well-meaning people. Rawlins asked if they could speak with her alone. They stepped out into the corridor.
Weary as she looked, her concern was for them. “I’m sorry you’re having to work on a holiday.”
“We’re sorry you’re spending it here,” Wilson said. He inquired after Brady.
“Holding his own,” she said. “Deputy Thatcher told me that the man Brady quarreled with has been cleared. I don’t know anyone else who could have done this.”
Wilson waited a beat, then said, “Dr. O’Neal was set on stopping here before she left for Atlanta.”
“It was so kind of her to come by. Her and Rye both. I think his visit was a tonic for Brady.”
“He visited Brady?”
“For only a minute.”
“They talked?”
“Oh, yes. Rye felt responsible for what happened. He promised to take Brady flying when he’s well. Brynn was equally sweet. I hoped to say goodbye to her, but she was already leaving when I returned with the key. Rye was watching her through—”
