“Maggie?”

It hurt to open her eyes. The light blinded her. The images swirled above her head. The humming of equipment filled her ears. And her mouth tasted like rubber and cotton. She tried to focus on the voice and where it was coming from. If it was real. Then she felt someone squeeze her hand.

“Maggie? You have to come back or I’ll never forgive you.”

“Gwen?” It hurt to talk, but at least she could. She tried again. “Where am I?”

“You scared us, O’Dell.”

She turned her head to look up at Tully standing on the other side of the bed. Just the slight turn made her dizzy.

“What happened? Where am I?”

“You’re at Yale-New Haven Medical Center,” Gwen told her. “You suffered a severe case of hypothermia.”

“They had to drain all your blood out of you, O’Dell, warm it up and pump it back in. So you can’t complain about being cold-blooded, okay?”

“Very funny.” Gwen shot him a look.

“What, we’re not allowed to make jokes?”

“You really did have us scared, Maggie,” Gwen said, caressing her forehead with the warm palm of her hand.

“What happened?”

“Look, Maggie, you’re going to have amnesia and probably not remember everything that happened. We can go through it later when you’re stronger, okay?”

“But how long have I been gone?”

“You’ve been out of it since Thursday.”

“What day is it?”

“It’s Saturday evening, sweetie.” Gwen was still holding her hand and smoothing back her hair.

“What about Simon Shelby?”

“That she remembers. Always on duty, aren’t you, O’Dell?” Tully smiled. “Maryland State Patrol caught him last night. We’re not sure where he was headed. He actually had taken some of his specimens with him in the trunk.”

“Specimens?” Maggie asked, trying to fight through the annoying haze.

“We were right,” Tully said. “He was cutting out deformed livers, tumored brains, diseased hearts, crippled bones. Meriden’s police lab thinks they may have already matched a pair of eyes to that reporter. They’re running DNA tests on some of the other pieces. They’ll probably be able to match some of them to the bodies in the rock quarry. You should have seen his work shed, O’Dell. Shelves and shelves of jars and containers. It’s hard to tell how many victims or how long he’s been doing this. And he’s not talking. In fact, it looks like he might end up in a padded cell somewhere.”

“My guess is it started five years ago,” Gwen said, “when his mother died. I talked to a nurse at the local hospital. She remembered Simon Shelby and his mother, Sophie. This nurse told me she even felt sorry for him. The mother was constantly bringing him into the emergency room in the middle of the night. He always complained of terrible stomach cramps, but tests never showed anything out of the ordinary. His mother may have been poisoning him, just like he was poisoning Joan Begley.”

“Is she okay?” Maggie asked. “Is she alive?”

“She’s alive and she’s going to be okay,” Gwen said. “She’s up at MidState Medical Center in Meriden. It looks like Shelby was giving her low doses of arsenic. She has a long recovery ahead of her, but they think she’ll be okay.”

“I thought I died,” Maggie confessed. That much she could remember.

“So did the two men who found you,” Gwen told her, moving in closer against the bed railing. “Luc Racine told me that he was sure you were dead. They couldn’t get a pulse. Your eyes wouldn’t respond to light. But he said Professor Bonzado wouldn’t give up on you. You’re really lucky he didn’t, Maggie. Hypothermia can easily disguise itself.”

“You’re probably going to wish you died when Cunningham gets ahold of you,” Tully said, but he was smiling.

“So I guess he knows.”

“Let’s just say he sent that white flower plant.” Tully pointed to the potted plant on one side of the table. “The card says it’s a false dragonhead, commonly known as an obedient plant.”

“Are Luc and Adam here?” Maggie asked, hoping to change the subject.

“They’ll be by later. In fact, Tully, why don’t you go call them.”

Maggie thought she saw Gwen and Tully exchange a look, some secret between them.

“I’ll be right back,” Tully said, and squeezed Maggie’s shoulder. “Emma wanted you to know that she’s taking good care of Harvey.”

“Just don’t let her think she gets to keep him, Tully.”

“Yes, I know.” And he left.

“Maggie, there’s something I need to tell you.”

She braced herself and suddenly tried to move her legs. Yes, legs worked. Arms worked.

“What are you doing?” Gwen laughed. “No, you’re fine. Really. But I just thought I should warn you. Your mother is here. She’s down in the cafeteria taking a break. She’s been here since Thursday night.”

“Oh. Okay. Wow! You really were worried about me, huh?”

“The procedure for bringing someone back from severe hypothermia can kill the patient,” Gwen said, the pent-up emotion of two days revealing itself. “I’m sorry. But I was really worried. Your mother’s not the only one I called. Now, you can be upset with me all you want, but there’s someone else I called.” Gwen squeezed her hand then went to the door. “You can come in now.”

Patrick walked in, not hesitating, and came directly to the bed. But then he stood there, staring down at her.

“They’ve told you?” she asked.

“And it’s a good thing. I wonder how many more trips and how many more Diet Pepsis it would have taken you.” He smiled their father’s smile.

“It was you,” she said.

“What?”

“I thought I was dead. I thought I saw my dad…our dad. But it must have been you I saw.”

“So you’ll tell me about him sometime?”

“How much time do you have?” She smiled at him.

He sat down, taking Gwen’s chair at the bedside. “My shift doesn’t start for a couple more hours.”