Praying for Sleep by Jeffery Deaver Read Free Book Online

waistband. With a monumental sigh meant to put himself on the offensive he said, "Aren't there more valuable ways to use this time, Captain? Don? I'll bet there are."
    The state trooper chuckled. "How come you didn't report it?"
    "We reported Callaghan's, uhm, death," Adler said.
    "You know what I'm saying, doctor."
    "I thought we could get him back without any fuss."
    "How exactly? By one orderly getting his arm exorcised around backwards and the other one crapping in his jumpsuit?"
    "He is not essentially a dangerous man," Peter Grimes offered, incidentally reminding both Adler and the state trooper that he was in the room, a fact they had forgotten.
    "Any competent staff member would've handled it differently. They were playing cowboy. They fell off the cliff and were injured."
    "Fell. Uhm. You boys here tried a cover-up and that don't sit well with me."
    "There's nothing to cover up. I don't call you every time Joe Patient wanders off the grounds."
    "Don't go scratching me between the ears, Adler."
    "We almost got him."
    "Butcha didn't. Now what's he look like?"
    "He's big," Grimes began before his voice froze in fear of careless adjectives.
    "How the hell big? Come on, gemmuns. Time's awasting."
    Adler gave the description then added, "He shaved his head and dyed his face blue. Don't ask, he just did. He has brown eyes, a wide face, dirty teeth, and he's twenty-seven years old."
    Captain Don Haversham, a man twice Hrubek's age, jotted notes in even script. "Okay, we got a couple cars headed up to Stinson. I see that doesn't appeal to you, Adler, but it's gotta be done. Now tell me, how dangerous? Will he come jumping outta trees?"
    "No, no," the director said, glancing at Grimes, who poked into his mushroom crown of black hair. Adler continued, "Hrubek, he's like — what would you say? — a big lovable dog. This escape, he's playing a game."
    "Woof, woof," the captain said. "Seem to recall he was the one involved in that Indian Leap thing. That's not lovable, and that's not a dog."
    Then why, Adler inquired, did the captain ask his opinion if the trooper'd already diagnosed Hrubek?
    "I want to know if he's still dangerous after he's been in the care of you sawbones all these four months. I'd guess he is, though, what with that fellow you got on the slab tonight. Tell me, Hrubek, he taking his pills like a good boy?"
    "Yes, he is," Adler said quickly. "But wait a minute. Callaghan was probably a suicide."
    "Suicide?"
    Grimes again looked toward his boss and tried to match round words and square facts.
    "The coroner'll tell us for sure," Adler continued.
    "I'm sure he will," Haversham said cheerfully. "Kind of a coincidence though, wouldn't you say? This Callaghan kills himself then your cuddle puppy Hrubek ske-daddles in his body bag?"
    "Uhm." Adler pictured locking Haversham into the old hose room with Billie Lind Prescott, who would, off his Stelazine, masturbate while howling at the top of his lungs for hour after hour after hour.
    Grimes said, "The thing is..." and, as both men turned to him, stopped speaking.
    Adler filled the void, "Young Peter was going to say that in the months Hrubek's been with us he's been a model patient. He sits quietly, doesn't bother anyone."
    "He's like a vegetable."
    A wet laugh burst from Haversham's throat. He said to Grimes, "Vegetable? Was a dog a minute ago. Must be getting worse. Tell me now, what kind of crazy is he exactly?"
    "He's a paranoid schizophrenic."
    "Schizo? Split personality? I seen that flick."
    "No, not multiple personalities. Schizophrenic. It means he has delusions and can't cope with anxiety and stress."
    "He stupid? A retard?"
    The professional in Adler bristled at the word but he remained placid. "No. He's got a medium to high IQ. But he's not calculating."
    The captain snickered. "He'd have to be kinda sorta calculating, wouldn't you think? To get clean away from a hospital for the criminally insane."
    Adler's lips vanished momentarily as he turned them inward