“So the question isn’t what’s the next logical step in the investigation, Jesse. The question is what are we not paying attention to?”
There was a long pause, and my gaze wandered down to the file. Her final days. I hadn’t been paying any attention to the week or so between the last time I’d visited Olivia and her actual death. But there was somewhere I could go to find out. “I gotta go, Jesse.”
His voice was immediately on alert. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” I frowned. How much to tell him? If I didn’t explain that I wasn’t at the mansion, they were going to make a wasted trip out there, and that would just piss him off more. Then again, if I did tell him I’d left, he would yell at me until I explained where I was. But he would do that whenever he found out I’d left. I might as well save them the trip to Pasadena. I asked to be taken off speakerphone, and Jesse switched me to his hands-free thing so we could talk somewhat privately. “Listen, Jesse, I’m not at the mansion anymore,” I started, then rushed to add, “but I’m safe, and I’m not anywhere I go regularly.”
There was a very long silence, and I held the phone away from my ear for a moment to make sure I hadn’t dropped the call. Still had the signal. “Hello? Jesse?”
“We’re here,” Jesse said flatly. “But I wish you hadn’t done that.”
“I know. I had to.”
“Did something happen?” he said, his voice concerned now.
“Not the way you mean. But I’ve gotten some background information on Olivia, and I’m going to follow up on something by myself.”
“You can’t just do that,” he protested. “Dashiell said—”
“Jesse,” I said tiredly, “since when do you give a shit about Dashiell’s orders?”
There was a pause, and then to my surprise, he laughed. “You know, you’re absolutely right. You’re a big girl. Just tell me where you’re going to be,” he said. “No, wait, don’t tell me.”
I blinked. “You think she bugged the phones?” I said skeptically.
“Hey, you’re not really the person to accuse anyone of paranoia.”
“Fair enough,” I admitted.
“Just promise me it’s somewhere really safe.”
“I promise,” I said. “Lots of cameras, lots of people, security guards. Won’t take more than an hour. I’ll be fine.”
“Call me after?”
“You bet.”
Even in the strange car, my body remembered exactly how to get to the cancer ward at UCLA’s Medical Center. On autopilot, I took a ticket, got a parking spot, and trooped up to the same floor where Olivia had spent months getting treatments. You could practically follow the sense of grief to find the place: sadness lingered on this floor like a bad decoration. The staff overcompensated by garnishing every flat surface with cheerful holiday decor. If I hadn’t just seen similar decorations at Kalista’s, I would have assumed that everything red and green in the city had escaped and taken sanctuary here on the oncology floor. There was even a twelve-foot Christmas tree, trimmed like a damn magazine photo, just before the nurse’s station. I didn’t stop to look at the ornaments or read the names on the presents under the tree. It would just make me sad.
Instead, I beelined for the nurses’ station, and only had to loiter next to a nearby drinking fountain for about three minutes before I spotted a nurse I recognized: a thin black woman in her sixties with a half-inch Afro and a perpetual look of busy concentration. She hadn’t been Olivia’s favorite, but she’d been mine.
“Sadie?” I said tentatively.
She looked up sharply, and her face broke into a pleased smile. “Why, Scarlett!” she cried, rushing around the counter to throw her thin arms around me. “How you doin’, sugar?”
“I’m good,” I said lightly, returning the hug and taking a step back when it was polite to do so. I’m not really a hugger.
Her face creased in concern. “Sorry about your mom, sugar. I’m sure you had a tough year.”
“Yeah.” When she’d started treatments, Olivia had told the hospital that I was her daughter, so I would be able to visit during non–visiting hours. Or that was what she’d told me, and at the time it had made perfect sense. Silly Scarlett. “I know I wasn’t around, that last week,” I began, with an apology in my voice. I had a perfectly good reason for blowing off Olivia during her last days as a human—I had found out about her murdering my parents. But I couldn’t exactly explain that to Sadie.
The nurse just waved her hand like she was getting smoke out of the air. “Don’t even worry about it. I have seen every reaction a person can have to death. Disappearing for a week or so is nothing new.”
Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, Sadie’s forgiveness was kind of touching. “Listen, I know how busy you are, but would you have a few minutes today to talk about her last week? There are just a few things I wanted to know…you know, with the holidays coming and all.” I gestured helplessly at the decor. Okay, maybe working undercover was not my best skill. But people took stock of their lives at Christmas, right? Or maybe New Year’s?
Sadie nodded sympathetically. “Of course, sugar.” She checked her watch. “I have a break coming up anyway. Why don’t you go sit in the chapel? I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. You know the way.”
“Yeah, I know the way.”