Do No Harm

Chapter 54

David had spent very little time at home the past few days, so it was with a sense of relief that he pulled into the garage and entered his house. A light was on in the living room, and the house smelled of popcorn.

He tensed, until he recognized Ed's voice, calling, "Honey, you're home!"

David threw down his keys on the counter by the garage door and walked into the other room. Wearing a wife-beater tank top and a pair of paint-splattered jeans, Ed lounged on David's couch in front of the television. His hair was just starting to grow back, giving the top of his head an orange sheen. He held an open Amstel Light, a bag of microwave popcorn, and the remote control to the television. "You need to go grocery shopping," he said. "Nothing in the fridge."

"Please," David said, sitting down beside Ed with a sigh. "Make yourself at home." He reached over and touched one of the paint dollops on Ed's jeans, checking that it was dry.

Ed put a ragged workman's boot up on the coffee table. It was worn through the heel, almost all the way. A green sock showed through.

"I think it's time for some new boots," David said.

"These are new boots," Ed said. "They're beat up because I pulled them behind my truck for a half hour this morning."

"So they'll blend with your new getup?"

"You got it."

"Are you ever going to tell me what you do?"

"Probably not."

"You didn't just happen to walk into that Kinko's, did you?"

"No," Ed said. "I was tagging the guy for something else. All of a sudden, he was committing an armed robbery and people were at risk."

"I thought you didn't like to get involved. With violence."

"I don't. But sometimes we don't have a choice, do we?" Ed broke off his knowing look. "So what do you have for me? I've been waiting eagerly for the Spier update, and the news, for once, is a few steps behind."

David filled Ed in on his progress as best he could. Ed listened attentively, asking occasional questions. When David finished, Ed regarded him with an expression of amused respect. "Go go Gadget," he said.

David reached for Ed's beer, took a swig, and handed it back.

"Do you think Clyde's aware of your mother's role in this?" Ed asked. "Has he connected you to her?"

"We shouldn't rule it out, but I don't think so. He recognized my name from the Spier Auditorium but didn't seem to link it to any other person. I would guess a more significant recognition of my name would have shown."

"So he holds the hospital in general responsible for victimizing him." A small smile played across Ed's face. "The alkali attacks are a pretty unique revenge strategy."

"I think those experiments etched into his experience what he already knew as a kid who'd spent his life shuttled from home to home-power is in the hands of those who scare. By attacking Nancy and Sandra, he scared not just them but every young woman in that Medical Center. Now he holds the reins."

"I suppose that's one definition of power."

"That's the definition the study taught him. For all these years, he's been locked in a terrified preadolescence. Now he's slowly finding his way out of fear. Even the nature of his attacks are changing. They're more complex, more specific. The attack on Diane probably had to do with me-maybe he was jealous of my affection for her, or maybe he felt I betrayed him in some way-but it also shows that this man is capable of growth."

"He's capable of getting what he needs too." Ed clicked the remote, turning on the television and VCR, then clicking pause. The frozen video appeared to be a store's security camera recording. "There have been eleven pharmacy burglaries in LA County in the past three months. Mostly morphine and Percocet-those accounted for five of the break-ins. Three times, Vicodin was taken, and one guy stole condoms. Talk about being desperate to get laid."

"That only adds up to nine. I thought you said there were eleven."

"I was getting to that. Lithium carbonate was taken in mass quantity from Healton's Drugstore on May fifteenth. Eskalith, to be precise."

"How much?"

"About five hundred 450-milligram tablets."

David whistled. "That should be enough for six months at a normal dose."

"Evidently not, because our boy came back. Last night."

"The dog was killed by the Pearson Home last night, too."

"Well, Healton's was smart. They installed a security camera after the first break-in. Caught this on tape." Ed pressed the pause button, and the screen unfroze. A few moments of silence, then the figure of a man appeared outside the store. He picked up a nearby trash can and hurled it through the window. Lights came on within the store; alarms flashed. The man staggered inside, and David recognized him for the first time. Clyde. He stumbled into a display pyramid of sodas, sending them rolling up the aisles.

"Looks pretty hammered," Ed observed. "There's your ataxia, huh?"

Clyde stumbled to the pharmacy door and found it locked. Rearing back, he kicked it in, the jamb splintering.

"Powerful guy," Ed said softly.

Clyde entered the small back room of the pharmacy and emerged thirty seconds later, a few pills falling from his pockets. He grabbed a carton of cigarettes from above one of the cash registers, then staggered out of the frame. He reappeared a moment later, cradling a few items to his chest, shuffled out the door quickly, and was gone in the darkness.

The small timer at the bottom of the screen indicated that the entire break-in took Clyde less than four minutes. Ed sighed. "Estimated police response time to that area is twelve minutes. Pacific Division is over on Culver and Centinela, but they might as well move it to Venice Beach since that's where all the cops hang out. Checking out the chicks on Rollerblades."

"Was that a bottle of Gatorade he grabbed?" David asked.

Ed nodded slowly. "You said excessive thirst was a side effect. Polythirstia."

David smiled. "Polydipsia. Is that all he took?"

"A few cans of beans. More lozenges." Ed ran his hands over the red stubble dotting his scalp, making a harsh rasping sound. "And two containers of liquid DrainEze."

David leaned back on the couch, exhaling loudly. He rubbed his eyes. "Goddamn it."

"Cheer up. We got some good news from this tape."

"Like what?"

"Think."

David's voice sharpened again with frustration. "Why couldn't they have just caught him at the goddamned drugstore?" He stood and paced around the living room, running his fingers through his hair.

"This does us no good." Ed snapped his fingers. "Sit."

David walked back and sat on the couch.

"This is emergency surgery, Spier, and we've just had a complication. We're going to keep our cool. We're not gonna panic like a candy striper. Now… what does the tape tell us?"

David took a deep breath before speaking. "The lithium toxicity has progressed. Clyde burned through the pills he stole at a dangerous rate. I'd guess his blood level is up over two point zero. His balance is even worse than when we saw him last."

"Which means?"

"Which means… " It struck him. "Which means he probably couldn't operate a vehicle." He took a deep breath. "So he probably walked to the drugstore, since taking a bus would have been too visible."

"Very good, Spier. He lives within walking distance. We now have an area pinned down. Is this drunken-walking thing permanent?"

"No. If he backs off the pills, it'll resolve. His coordination could be significantly improved within twenty-four hours."

"Okay, so it is possible that he may be more mobile in the future. What else?"

"Well, he stole food too, so that probably means he's low on money."

"Good. He was laid off three months ago, and he doesn't strike me as a meticulous financial planner. So he's probably overdue on rent." Ed smiled and tossed a piece of popcorn in his mouth. "Pissed-off landlords like to talk."

"So how do we go about that?"

"We?" Ed shook his head. "Oh no. This is the stuff I can't get involved in. Grunt work. Door-to-door. It's too visible. I'd suggest you turn all this info over to Yale so he and his boys can start following up on it. You'll just have to trust him." He smiled playfully. "Time to unleash the hounds."