Chapter Fourteen

It was late. Carly didn't feel the hours that often, but tonight, she was exhausted.

She was grateful Luke had arrived when he had. While the man was listening to her, she'd been afraid that in his fragile state he might twitch so hard he would have killed the young woman. But she was alive, and he was alive.

Daniel walked over to them. "Campbell says we are to go back to the house and get some sleep. He even ordered MacDuff home. And..." He paused, looking at Luke. "He's still holding Lily Connoly. They found everything—and I do mean everything—Jared Stone described in the woman's bedroom. They're running DNA on a few of her, uh..."

"Sex toys," Luke said flatly, shrugging to Carly.

"At any rate, he believes they will find she did, indeed, hire Jared Stone as a, uh..."

He broke off again, looking awkwardly at Carly.

"Gigolo?" Carly suggested.

He grimaced and nodded. "And if they find his DNA...well, it proves Jared Stone wasn't lying about that. They also found a few different cell phones—all burners—beyond the one that's on the same plan as her husband's. They will be investigating what they can find on those."

"What has Ewan Connoly had to say?" Luke asked.

"He is being quiet. Campbell thinks Ewan is astounded, furious...and a little bit broken. He allowed them free rein of his place, sitting in the dining room with his head in his hands the whole time. I don't think Lily would want to go home, even if she were released. She demanded counsel now, but she can't be arraigned until the morning and it's unlikely she'll get bail."

"Maybe the woman will regret that she overplayed it."

Carly was so tired she had almost forgotten Keith was still with them.

She turned to him. "Hey, you brought Luke out here, right? Thank you!"

"I wish all this led to more. We have another man in custody. Never saw a van tonight—and the bloke screamed about Jordan being involved," Keith said, shaking his head. He frowned then. "It couldn't be, right?"

"I don't believe it for a minute," Carly said.

"But it is possible that someone who... I mean we don't want to think that many things may be possible, and yet they are. Doctors study to save lives, and law enforcement is out there to save lives. But..." Daniel said unhappily.

"I'm not buying it, either," Luke said. "But I take it we're supposed to be questioning him."

"Not us. Campbell is going to the hospital himself," Daniel told them. "We're to go home. Patrol has taken the man in, they'll get an ID at the station and hold him until morning. The blonde has been taken to the hospital to see how badly she's injured. Campbell is going to speak with her, and... Oh, yeah, one more thing. We need to do the incident reports, but he's said we can write them up at the house and email them in."

"Then let's go," Carly said. "Keith, again, thank you!" she told the spirit.

"If only it was enough," he said quietly.

"Step by step," Luke told him. "We've thwarted a few things now."

"A few, and yet..." Keith said. The three of them looked at him, waiting. "Dorothy Norman," he said at last. "This fellow knew what was done to her. How? Was he there, was he warned? It's so frustrating!"

"Want to walk with us back to the house?" Carly asked him. "You're welcome with us at any time, you know. There's a great TV in the living room or parlor or...whatever one calls it in that house," she assured him.

"I think I will wander about a bit," Keith said. "Maybe clear my head, see what I can see...maybe head to the station and listen if anyone speaks to himself—or herself."

"Thanks," Luke told him. "Well—"

"You're flesh and blood and full of human needs and weaknesses. Go!" Keith commanded.

Grinning, the three of them turned to obey him.

It was a bit of a walk home. And as they traveled back to the Royal Mile, Carly noted that despite all that was happening, despite the hour, the streets were still busy.

But it was good to see no one seemed to be alone. Couples were walking hand in hand and groups of three or four were common.

At last, they reached the house. MacDuff had just beat them there. He looked worn.

"I guess, despite the evening—or because of the evening—I'm going to bed," he told them, and he paused. "They're wrong. Everything that man said is—wrong. I know Jordan. Jordan is my man. He is not guilty of anything."

"Well, the accusation has no standing whatsoever," Carly told him.

"No, but it was there, and in a situation like this...his place is being searched even as he lies in a hospital bed," MacDuff said.

"But he's been staying here, he's been with one of us all the time," Carly said.

"We have to do everything by the book," MacDuff said.

"Well, there's no problem with that," Luke said. "We haven't known Jordan long, but even in that, I don't believe it—a wild accusation by a man holding a knife against a woman's throat. There's not much in that. Anyway, let's head to bed ourselves if our hands are tied for the night. We can bet on the fact that something else will happen tomorrow. Because we are getting closer."

"The hospital," Carly said thoughtfully.

"You still think someone from there is involved?" Luke asked.

"I never met Dorothy Norman, I merely heard them call her Nurse Ratched. But from that, I imagine she was hard on people, demanding the truth and maybe demanding to know about someone's time if they didn't show up for work. How else could she have come under the scope of these people and wind up—if this man tonight was right—tortured before she was beheaded? And I imagine because she was older, whoever did it didn't even want to bother with her organs. They wanted her head in that bin as a warning to anyone else. And it seems to have worked. The people we have managed to corral are all just about ready to die rather than take a chance that someone decides they're worthy of the same fate as Dorothy."

"Great thinking," Luke said, shrugging. "I was just going to agree with you for the same reasons."

"Do we all go tomorrow? You know, this is ridiculous. We're down a man. First, Jordan takes a whack to the head. Then he's accused of being part of this thing."

"Daniel, you and Carly get to the hospital together. I'll meet you there—I want to question Lily Connoly again. The DNA will all be in. Once it's been proven that she's been with Jared Stone, she may start to sing a different tune."

"I'll work with Campbell and Luke at the station," MacDuff said. "We're still trying to track down this doctor who gave Forbes such a hard time when he wasn't hired for the unit here."

"Whoever he is, it's likely he just might be a part in it. He may even be a major player," Daniel said. "And we could still get some help if we find the distillery with the super-charged whiskey."

"They're not using it anymore, so it seems," MacDuff said.

"Maybe they've decided they just don't need to because using the whiskey would mean that they need to threaten and/or bribe another bartender," Carly said.

"Still, if we knew..."

"It would help, yes," MacDuff agreed. "Good night!"

He walked to his room. Daniel grimaced. "'Night, all," he said, disappearing behind his door as well.

Carly walked into the room she and Luke shared. It was late, well past midnight. She wanted a shower, she wanted to play, she wanted to shake it off and enjoy the little time that was truly theirs to be together. The time that made it all right to deal with everything else.

She set her Glock down and paused for a minute then lay down on the bed and told Luke, "Shower. Getting up in two minutes."

She never did.

She fell asleep more quickly than she had ever done before.

Sleep was good. She wasn't troubled by nightmares. It was...finally interrupted as she heard Luke's phone ring.

He answered it and instantly protested. "I still don't believe it! He's being set up, framed! All right, we'll be in soon."

Carly realized that he'd drawn the covers up around her during the night. She moved them quickly, sitting up and asking, "What happened?"

"They found a cooler in Jordan's home. And they've already tested it."

"For what? Many people have coolers."

"Not with blood in them," Luke said.

"No!"

"He's being arrested and held for conspiracy."

"It's bull!"

"I agree," Luke assured her. "But now instead of someone proving he's guilty, we're going to have to prove he's innocent."

"We have you dead to rights," Luke said quietly, sitting across the table again from Lily Connoly. "Jared Stone can't be lying since his DNA was discovered on your sex toys."

She stared at him, silent. She didn't rant.

She didn't reply.

"Mrs. Connoly—"

"So," she said at last, "you've proven that I had an affair—"

"Paid a man for his services," Luke said, grimacing.

She inhaled deeply, something very hard in her eyes as she looked at him. "So, proud of yourself? My husband has had medical problems. I love the man but have a few needs he can't fulfill. Human needs. I paid for them rather than disrupt our relationship. And for that, you've ruined our lives."

"No, ma'am. You ruined your lives—"

"With a human need?" she demanded coldly. "You sleep with that bitch of a partner of yours, and you'd deny a purely physical need to another human being? What a hypocrite!"

"You ruined yourself when you lied to us," Luke said.

"Well, sir, in truth, it was not a conversation I wished to have in front of my husband!" she snapped.

"We needed to know what you knew about Jared Stone. And when you denied even knowing him, well..." Luke let his sentence hang, staring at her sadly.

"So, now you've proven I slept with a man who happened to be a criminal. I didn't do anything criminal, and my solicitor will be here soon, and you will let me go."

"And you'll head home into the loving arms of your husband?" Luke asked politely.

"I'll get my things and spend the next days fighting for my belongings and my share of our goods," she said, "since you have totally destroyed a good marriage."

"I'm afraid it's a little more difficult than that. I believe you will be charged with being an accessory to murder," Luke told her.

"That's absurd!"

"No, not really. Because Jared Stone is going to testify that you contacted him through the same burner phone he used when he connected with the people who ordered him to bring a woman to a van so she might be killed and her organs taken for transplant."

"No!"

"Well, that's where it gets tricky again. We found your extra phones when we found your sex toys. And we've done traces on them, and you communicate with that number frequently. Of course, the number is no longer in service. It was a disposable phone, but you did talk to someone at the end of that number often. We have physical proof."

He was surprised at the way she seemed to freeze then. Strange. He hadn't thought her stupid, but she hadn't managed to toss the phones that just might be the nails on the lid of her legal coffin.

"My solicitor will get me out of here within a few hours," she said at last.

"I don't think it will be quite that easy. Now, if you wanted to tell us who was at the other end of that number—"

"You think I know?" she said.

"Oh, yes, I think you know much more than you are saying."

"What you think doesn't concern me in the least," she assured him. "Like I said, my solicitor will be here soon. And you will be sorry!"

Luke shrugged. "I don't think so. You can help yourself—"

"Worry about you. I intend to use the law against you and all your little friends from here and from America. You will pay!"

"I am not particularly worried. I think you'd have difficulty suing people for the fact that you paid for sex and it was discovered. And in that discovery, more was proven against you."

"What was proven against me?" she asked, looking especially vicious as she leaned closer to him.

"There's proof you called a number—many times. You called a number that went to a person who was ordering others to supply him—or her—with human beings to murder. That is being an accessory."

"Wait, wait, wait! That's ridiculous. The phones...the phones were planted by Flora!"

"Just like a man's DNA—oddly comingled with yours—was planted?" he asked her.

"I didn't give you my DNA."

"Your husband helped us. He gave up your toothbrush and a few other things," Luke told her.

"Get out," she told him.

"I'm sorry?"

"Get out. I'm not going to talk to you. What? Is American law so far behind? No more conversation without my solicitor."

"All right. Just one last thing. Someone in this group was enchanted with the press referring to the murders as the revival of Burke and Hare. Suddenly, the corpses were positioned in beautiful poses, as if the killer wanted the world to know their organs were stolen. That they had been murdered for monetary gain. Now, if you look back, Hare walked away from the whole thing. He walked away by giving testimony against Burke. Now you have a chance here to be Hare. Tell us who is the brains behind the operation, and you just might get a far reduced sentence," Luke told her.

"Someone else might be the brains?" she snapped.

"Oh. So, I wasn't expecting that. Are you admitting to being the brains behind the situation?" Luke asked.

He thought she was going to spit at him.

She managed to contain herself. "I said nothing of the kind! Whatever brains are out there, they are most evidently far superior to yours. I am innocent. I will not say another word until my solicitor arrives!"

There was a tap against the one-way mirror.

Brendan Campbell wanted him out. And he knew he needed to get up and leave Mrs. Connoly to herself.

There was no reason to jeopardize the case against the woman in any way.

He met Campbell in the observation room. MacDuff was in the second interrogation room with the man who had attacked Jordan the night before.

"Sorry, but she has asked for her solicitor."

"I know. Sir, I know that woman is more involved than she'll admit."

"Aye, she is. But we have a legal system."

"Right. And in there..."

"The man's name is Abdiel Hassam. He was an Iranian national. He was against the government, and voiced his opposition too loudly. He managed to escape the country before he was caught. Got here with nothing in his pockets, fell, was taken to the hospital and had someone help him fill out papers for asylum. Soon after that, he was out on the street. He is a practicing Muslim and doesn't drink—something that was on his papers at the hospital. So when one of the orderlies offered to buy him a drink when he left the hospital, the man said no. Next thing he knew there was a hood over his head, and he was being threatened with torture and death. When MacDuff asked him why he didn't go to the police, he said it's because he was told he would die an even worse death and that the police were involved."

"I still don't believe it, and I don't believe Jordan was involved no matter what was in his house. He hasn't been in his own home, sir—he's been with us. And we've been more or less with one another since this began. He's being set up," Luke said.

"They set him up well," Campbell said. "There was no sign of a break-in at his house whatsoever."

"And are his prints on the cooler?" Luke asked. "I'll bet not. It was put there to make him appear guilty, so the police investigation would center on him. Nor do I believe anyone is transporting human organs in a cooler. They've found another place, and we discovered that Arthur's Isle had been abandoned. We started to figure that this time they may have found a place right on the Firth of Forth, which is easily accessible for those who need to receive the organs and those who are about to provide them. We need to investigate—"

"Luke, you know we can't just go house to house and demand to know if they have a makeshift surgery within," Campbell reminded him.

"I'm aware of that. But we can start watching. And something else..."

He paused, angry with himself. With all of them, really.

"And what's that?" Campbell pressed.

"I can get Angela on it," Luke said. "We need a list of those coming into the UK and Edinburgh who are on donor lists around the world. Especially those with money."

"Discerning just who has the money to pay for a human organ might not be easy," Campbell warned.

"I'll give this one to Angela. At the very least, she can get us a list. If we find someone who is here, seeking a donor organ..."

"If we find them." Campbell shook his head. "Then what do we do—arrest them because we believe they're here for an illegal transplant?" he asked skeptically.

"We follow them," Luke said flatly. "Sir, if it's all right with you, I'd like to head back to the hospital. Join Carly and Daniel there. And with your blessing, I want to talk to Jordan if he's still there."

"He is—they want to keep him a second night for observation."

Luke nodded, going silent for a minute and listening to the hum of conversation going on between MacDuff and the man they had arrested the night before.

"I needed...help. Desperately," Abdiel Hassam was saying. He was truly wretched, sitting hunched over, his head low. "You don't understand. I can't go back."

"Well, you won't be returning too quickly from an English prison," MacDuff said. "But we can work with you. The woman you were setting up is alive. You never reached your destination. Aye, son, you are guilty of assault and attempted kidnapping. But help us more. Why were you accusing Jordan of being a part of the scheme?" MacDuff demanded.

Hassam groaned. "You ask over and over, and I can only give you the same answer. I was told the police were in on it. That a cop might just be the one to walk a girl out of the pub."

"But you didn't have a name?" MacDuff persisted.

"No."

"So, it wasn't necessarily the cop you knocked out, right?"

"No, no..."

Watching from the room, Luke turned to Campbell, feeling his anger grow. "Jordan was set up. Whoever is doing this knows Jordan is a cop, chosen specifically for this team. They knew he was local. He was targeted, Campbell, surely you can see that, sir."

"I can see it. But we have to prove it," Campbell said.

Luke nodded. His anger had grown to the point where he needed to leave. Because he wanted to burst into the interrogation room and shake Hassam until he admitted that what he had said was what he had heard—and it meant nothing.

But the cooler was found in Jordan's house. After he was knocked out and sent to the hospital. But there were several days before that when someone clever enough could have gotten into the home and set the man up.

Luke waved a hand in the air and said, "Okay, I'm out of here. You know how to find me."

He'd driven himself in and he strode out quickly.

Within a few minutes, he reached the hospital, parked and showed his credentials so that he was given permission to get in to see Jordan.

Two guards stood outside the door, but they recognized Luke and nodded and allowed him access without any inquiry at all.

He had the feeling Police Scotland was not at all pleased with the events—or the accusations.

When he entered, Jordan was sitting up in the bed and staring at the television—which wasn't on. He turned to see Luke and he gave him a look of gratitude.

"Luke. Luke. This is absurd. I've been with the team. There was no time I could have been involved with any of this. I swear to you on the lives of my family—I am not involved in this!" he said desperately.

"Jordan, I believe you. Our entire team believes you. But Campbell is right—if we don't follow procedure to prove it, the whole of law enforcement here will come under suspicion. And the public won't have trust in us. These murderers have been using people right and left, they find the down-and-out, terrified people, and they play vicious games with the lives of those they target and encounter."

"Why me?" he whispered.

"Because you have a home here. Because they could break into it, because they could plant evidence," Luke told him.

"How do we prove I had nothing to do with it?" he asked.

"We find the puppet master." Luke lowered his voice. "We believe there is a hospital connection. Someone who perhaps called in sick. Someone who did something that made Dorothy Norman suspicious—and because of that, she had to be killed. And in a gruesome manner. That got rid of her possibly calling out someone involved, and it was a damned terrifying warning to any of those, like Hassam, who might disobey their demands."

"What about Lily Connoly?" he asked.

"I left the station when she demanded I don't talk to her anymore without her solicitor. We have enough on her association with Jared Stone to hold her in custody. I suppose with a wild card, she could be charged with other crimes in order to hold her longer. But she will make bail soon enough. We're still hoping she'll break. We know she knows something. Just what, we don't know. But we found her phones, and she's blaming them on Flora MacDonald."

"Flora is lucky she's alive," Jordan said quietly. "With her suspicions against that woman...she could have been a victim. But I doubt they would have wasted her organs."

"We're working at this from half a dozen angles, Jordan. Have faith, we will find the truth."

"Aye," Jordan said quietly. "Luke, thank you. You have given me faith."

Luke gave him a thumbs-up and headed out. He knew Carly would be speaking with Dr. Forbes again, so he caught the elevator to the doctor's floor.

Nurses and orderlies were moving about, carrying trays, going from room to room. He found himself watching them all, as if somehow he might see them wearing some sign that they were killers.

He headed to the nurses' station, glad to see the doctor's key nursing assistant, Selina Caine, was at the desk. She smiled when she saw him.

"Special Agent Kendrick," she said. "Your friends...sorry, associates? Anyway, they are here. But you know that."

He nodded. "We're searching for any help we can get again," he said. "Because I understand the employees here were not so fond of her, but—"

"Dorothy," she said. "So, so, terrible. She was hard, truly hard, but she was good—she just expected nothing less from those beneath her. We wanted to smack her now and then, but never, never something like this...so, so... Oh, Lord above us, what was done to her. The news is saying that she was decapitated. But they say, too, that her body was found, and her organs hadn't been removed. Do we even know... Oh. You think that one of us might have done something so horrible."

Luke shook his head. Best not to let anyone here know that yes, someone might well be involved and whether that someone had done the chopping or not was something not known as of yet.

"No, please don't worry on that account. We're just trying to discern if anyone here has thought of anything else," Luke assured her.

"Well, I do believe Carly has spoken with several people. And the young fellow she's with...Daniel. He also spoke with several people."

"You never know," Luke said. "Someone here could remember a patient not at the top of the list...or someone who came through here or even someone working on another floor who happened to show up here now and then. At any rate, I was just going to meet up with Carly and Daniel."

"They're in Dr. Forbes's office. I can take you—"

"I know where it is—I just wanted to check in and see if it was all right."

"Absolutely," she assured him.

He smiled and turned to make his way toward the doctor's office. As he did so, he almost ran straight into an orderly. By instinct, he studied the man. Late twenties, early thirties. Strong enough to push a heavy bed around, lift a patient if necessary...reddish-blond hair cut short, green eyes, good smile as he apologized for their near collision.

"My fault," Luke assured him.

As he walked to the office, he noticed three more of the men working. All were about the same age, maybe one in his twenties.

All appeared to spend time in a gym. Strong enough...

For what, exactly?

Capturing people, getting them into a van. Carrying corpses around. Lighter corpses...with their organs removed. Medical equipment... All that needed to be transported from an island to a boat and onto an island again.

Most of the nurses were women. A few were men. And the mole in the hospital could be either. Because someone not at the hospital could be doing the heavy lifting.

He walked into the office and found Carly and Daniel deep in conversation seated in chairs before the empty desk.

"Luke!" Carly said. "Anything more—"

"I saw Jordan, and I'm more convinced than ever he was set up. We must figure out a way to prove it."

"What about Lily Connoly and the man, Abdiel?" Carly asked.

"Abdiel, as you can imagine, was threatened with torture and death. He believes this person has the power to see to it that he's forced back to Iran where he would also be tortured and killed. And as for Lily Connoly... I left her when she called for her solicitor. But I do think she's far more involved than she will admit. They found the phones. They're doing their best trying to trace numbers and find out who is purchasing the burners. That's where I am. Anything here?" he asked.

"We talked to people," Carly said.

"So I heard. Anything?"

Daniel laughed. "Everything. They all admitted to having serious problems with Dorothy Norman. But not to the point of killing her. They think what happened to her was horrible. They just wanted to see her disappear—not die. But..."

"But," Carly continued, "there was an orderly. I saw him when I was here the first time, but I didn't give him—or anyone, really, at that time—serious consideration."

"And what about this orderly?" Luke persisted.

"He..." Carly began, and she looked at Daniel, trying to express her feeling on the matter. "He just seemed...overly upset."

"Just like Lily? ‘Thou doth protest too much, methinks'?" Luke asked.

"Right. Except..." Daniel murmured.

"He's good. He had real tears in his eyes. He said she was hard as nails, but he'd learned beneath her as he might not have learned from anyone who wasn't as strict and determined."

"Has he not shown up for any of his shifts?" Luke asked.

"Yeah, we had it checked out," Daniel said.

"And?"

"He was off the day Dorothy Norman was killed," Carly said. "His name is Rusty Teller. He's thirty-five, a native of the Isle of Man. We want to have him followed."

At that moment, Dr. Forbes walked into the room. "You're here," he said. "Thank God! I have news for you. I'm sorry... I was in surgery. But right before I went in, I got a call from one of our security guards and...and he was back! He was seen in front of the hospital in a dark sedan watching the place, as if looking for someone or waiting for someone!"

"He—who?" Carly asked.

"Gleason! Harold Gleason. Head to security, the security guard is Winston Culpepper, and he's good. He knew I didn't ever want to see the man at this hospital again, and he called me as soon as he saw him. But even as he did so, the man drove away. If anyone around here has the coldness and...psychopathic personality strong enough to mastermind something like this, I would say that it is Harold Gleason!"

"There's been a bulletin out on the man pretending to be Gleason," Luke said.

"It all just happened—apparently he drove away before anything could be done, noticed he might have been seen and took off," Forbes said.

Luke stood. "Did security say which way he drove?"

"East."

Luke was already out the door.

Eastward. Possibly toward a line of rich homes along the Firth of Forth, right where logic indicated human beings and medical equipment might have been transported from the abandoned Arthur's Isle.

The man was surely involved.

Or was he? Was it just too obvious?

Whoever he was, he was guilty of stealing a dead man's ID.

And maybe what was too obvious was just so because it was the truth.

"Luke!"

He'd stepped into an elevator. He realized Carly was hurrying after him.

"Remember me?" Carly asked, hurrying in.

He started to hit the button to get them to the ground level but Carly stopped him.

"Daniel will be coming ASAP," she said. "He was getting more information on the car."

"Right. I'm sorry," he said. But he felt a surge of anger flow from him. They were too late; they'd never find the man. He had driven far from the hospital by now. It didn't matter. They were too late from the time Forbes rushed into the room to tell them the man had been seen.

"Luke, chill, I know you're frustrated that we find out about things too late," Carly said.

Luke shook his head. "I just... I don't understand. How has this man been here—and not been seen by anyone in law enforcement?" he asked.

"Luke, think about it. This may be his first excursion out. Maybe he has been inside somewhere all this time," Carly suggested. She stared at him, making him realize his comment might have sounded demeaning regarding the very people upon whom they were so dependent, and who were working as hard as they were.

"Wow. I'm sorry, and you're right," Luke said. "Of course. This so-called Harold Gleason has been out of sight, ordering others to do his bidding. He was most probably on the island. And when it was abandoned, he went to the new surgery they were creating. But..."

He broke off. Someone not on their team was now with them.

"What?" Carly asked. She was facing him so she hadn't realized that while they were holding the elevator for Daniel, a nurse had walked onto it.

She spun around. "Milly!" she said. "How are you?"

"Well, you know, moving along," the young woman said. "And you—you're back!"

"Always checking on what's going on," she murmured.

Daniel came in along with the nurse. "Sorry!" he told the others, and he smiled at Milly. "I'm holding everyone up. Milly and I were just talking about Dorothy. She didn't have any family, so the staff is going to get together to arrange a service and burial for her."

Milly nodded. "I don't know. We all complained and whined about her and even joked that maybe she'd trip on a rock and fall and die. And then this...but she taught us all. She taught us all so much. Anyway... Anything on what happened? Whoever did such a terrible, terrible thing?" she asked anxiously.

Luke shrugged. "Ongoing investigation," he told her.

"Of course, of course," Milly said.

They'd reached the ground floor. She gave them a wave and walked on back toward the cafeteria.

"We will never catch up with this person—a car could have gone anywhere by now. We need more information on the car," he said. "And it was in front. Maybe there's video surveillance. Let's head to security."

Carly and Daniel kept in step with him as he followed the signs that led to the security room.

It wouldn't be difficult to find the officer who had called Dr. Forbes. There were only two men in the room.

Luke instantly asked about the car and if there was footage of the car being directly in front of the hospital.

"If we had just seen it in time..." the one man said.

"The car was sitting there, cars do just sit there. If they begin to block others, we go out to move them. But we didn't get a good look at the man inside at first. In fact, Carl was about to go out and tell them they had to move—"

"And that's when we saw his face. But by then he was already moving, and I called Dr. Forbes—"

"But not the police," Luke murmured.

"Well, he'd moved, and we knew Dr. Forbes was the man who..." Carl began.

"Didn't want him around," his coworker said. "We don't get everything the men and women at Police Scotland get daily."

"And it was weird. I thought it was him when I started out to tell him to move," Carl said. "Then he ducked his head and looked up, and I wasn't certain anymore."

"Do you have footage?" Luke asked.

"We do!"

Carl hurried behind a computer. He was good with it thankfully. The car came into view. It was a dark green sedan with a parking insignia stuck to the front window.

"Carl, zoom in on that insignia, please."

The man did so.

"Do you know what that is for?" Carly asked him.

"I do. It's used by an exclusive community of the Firth of Forth," Carl said. "An enclave with houses on the water and very expensive. I think it holds just short of fifty homes in the area."

"Great. Thank you. Now the face."

Again, Carl played with the video.

"Hmm, I guess I caused a massive problem for nothing. I thought it just might be the same man who came in here as Harold Gleason, but now it doesn't look like him so much; it's a younger man. A better looking guy, good for him."

Carly inhaled sharply at Luke's side.

He turned to look at her.

"I don't know if that's the man who changed his appearance when he came here as Harold Gleason or not, but..."

"But?" Luke asked.

She turned to him. "I could swear that he is the man who was sitting next to me at the bar at Kevin's last night."