Roses Are Red

Dr. Marcuse, one of the five excellent therapists who work at the hospital.”
    Dr. Marcuse nodded benignly in our direction. He seemed a pleasant enough man, but nurse McGuigan and Dr. Cioffi sat there stone-faced.
    “I’ve explained the very delicate situation to Ms. McGuigan, Dr. Cioffi, and Dr. Marcuse. To be candid with you, nobody is completely comfortable with this, but we understand that we don’t have a choice.
If
this suspected killer is hiding out here, our concern is for everyone’s safety. He must be caught, of course. No one disagrees with that.”
    “He was here,” I said, “at least for a while. He might be here now.”
    “I don’t believe he’s here,” Dr. Cioffi spoke up. “I’m sorry. I just don’t see it. I know all of our patients and believe me, none of them is a mastermind. Not even close. The men and women here are deeply, deeply disturbed.”
    “It could also be a staff member,” I told him, then watched his reaction.
    “My opinion remains unchanged, Detective.”
    I needed their cooperation, so I figured it was a good idea to try to make friends, if I could. “Detective Sampson and I will be in and out of here as quickly as is humanly possible,” I said. “We do have reason to believe that the killer is, or at least was, a patient at the hospital. I don’t know if this makes it better or worse, but I’m a psychologist. I went to Hopkins. I worked as a psych aide at McLean Hospital and also the Institute for Living. I think I’ll fit in on the wards.”
    Sampson spoke up. “Oh, yes, I was once a porter at Union Station. I’ll fit in all right, too. Carry that load.”
    The executive staff didn’t laugh and didn’t say a word. Nurse McGuigan and Dr. Cioffi glared at Sampson, who’d had the nerve to make light of the seriousness of the situation, heaven forbid.
    I figured I had to take a completely different tack if I was going to get anywhere with them. “Are Anectine or Marplan available at the hospital?” I asked the group.
    Dr. Cioffi shrugged. “Of course. But why do you want to know about those drugs?”
    “Anectine was used to murder people who worked with the killer. He knows a lot about poisons, and he seems to enjoy watching people die. One of the hold-up gangs has never been found, and it’s possible they were killed, too. Detective Sampson and I will need to look at the nursing reports and any case-conference reports for all patients. Then I’ll check the daily charts from our most promising leads. We’ll work the seven-to-three-thirty shift today.”
    Colonel Schofield nodded politely. “I expect everyone’s full cooperation with these detectives. There could be a killer inside the hospital. It
is
possible, however unlikely.”
    At seven o’clock, Sampson and I went on duty at Hazelwood. I was a mental health counselor and he was a porter. And the Mastermind? Who was he?

Chapter 99
    THAT MORNING, somewhere on the fifth floor of Hazelwood, the Mastermind was incredibly pissed off at his doctor. The useless, worthless quack had taken away his privileges to go off the hospital grounds. The shrink wanted to know why he seemed different lately. What was going on?
What was he holding back, holding inside?
    He stewed in his pitiful little room on the fifth floor. He got angrier and angrier.
Who was he really furious at? Besides the shrink?
He thought about it, then he sat down and wrote a letter.
    Mr. Patrick Lee
Owner
    Dear Sir:
    I don’t fucking understand you. I signed our lease with amendments we agreed upon in good faith. I’ve held up my end of the deal and you have not! You conduct yourself as if you are purposely defying our lease.
    Let me remind you, Mr. Lee, that while you may be the owner of this apartment, once you take my money, it is my home.
    This letter will show, for the record, the illegal actions you have taken against me.
    You must cease and desist posting eviction notices on my door I have paid the rent every month and on time!
    You must stop calling me, rambling on in your loud Cantonese gibberish, and bothering me.
    Stop harassing me!
    I ask you one last time.
    Stop harassing me!
    Immediately.
    Or I will harass you!!!
    He stopped writing. Then he thought long and hard about the letter he’d just written. He was losing it, wasn’t he? He was going to blow.
    He shut down his PC and went out into the hallway of the ward. He put on his usual passive and slightly out-of-it face. The nuts were out in all of their glory. Nuts in