just let him die,â Herb said. âI have him under guard, not just to stop him from escaping but to stop anybody else from harming him.â
âDo you really think that would happen?â I asked.
âWhat would you do if you thought heâd been responsible for killing a member of your family?â
I didnât need to think. âI guess itâs the right thing to have him under protection.â
âI donât know about right, but itâs certainly wise. All along I thought he might have more information we could use. So, are you in?â
âDo you even need to ask?â
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Dr. Morgan and the two nurses at the little clinic were busy, but it didnât look any busier than the times Iâd been to the walk-in clinic before the power went out. There were two differences, though.
First, the clinic had three admitted patients in beds off to the side of the waiting room, where in normal times they would have gone to a hospital instead.
Second, there was an armed guard standing at the door leading to our prisonerâs room. The guy with a gun was a jarring reminder not only of why we were there but also of how the world had evolvedâor devolved. A few short weeks ago it was beyond belief that somebody would be standing in our mall, rifle on his shoulder, guarding a prisoner, two doors down from the supermarket and four away from the Baskin-Robbins.
Dr. Morgan saw us and came over.
âHow is our patient doing?â Herb asked.
âBetter, and weâll all be doing better once heâs well enough to leave here.â
âIs he causing problems?â Herb asked.
âNot directly, but he is a problem. We had another woman who showed up all agitated wanting to see him,â Dr. Morgan said.
âShe wasnât allowed in, was she?â Herb asked.
âOf course not. She was escorted out by the guard, but itâs pretty disruptive and disturbing to all the patients when that happens.â
âHas that happened often?â I asked.
âThree or four times. I understand those people are angryâthat they need help, counseling, to get over what they experiencedâbut I have a clinic to run.â
âWeâve got them help, but it isnât that simple,â Herb said.
âI understand. Iâm sorry if I implied it was, but I guess I just find it pretty disturbing myself,â Dr. Morgan said.
âNo apology necessary. Weâll try to give them additional support. I just know that what they experienced, well, theyâll never really get over. All we can do is help them cope. So when do you think heâll be ready to leave?â Herb asked.
âTwo weeks, three at most, if there are no unforeseen downturns in his condition.â
âSo heâs not out of the woods yet,â Herb said.
âHe should have died. Frankly, I was surprised he didnât die. Itâs not like Iâve had any experience with gunshot wounds before this.â
âLetâs hope it stays that way,â Herb said. âIs it all right for us to go in and speak to him?â
âOf course. Take all the time you want. Heâs not due for his dressings to be changed for a couple of hours.â
I followed Herb to the door. The guard was a retiree I recognized but didnât know by name. He gave Herb a little salute. I guess this wasnât how either of them was expecting to spend his golden years.
âWeâre going to interview our prisoner,â Herb said. âHave you had a break, Stewart?â
Of course Herb knew his name. Herb seemed to know everybodyâs name.
âStraight duty, no breaks, since six this morning.â
âWhy donât you go down to the supermarket and explain to Ernie I sent you to have a coffee?â Herb suggested.
âWould that be all right?â
âIâm here, and so is Adam.â
âThanks, I wonât be long.â
âNo