going.
âWeâre looking for a young, white male from the Blackstone Village area,â he said to the woman at the desk. âAmnesia. Possibly in a state of agitation.â He said the same thing when we asked at the community hospital. Itâs amazing how you can put everything about a person in a few sentences like that.
âAre you related to this person?â the woman asked. She didnât look up.
âYes,â I said before Marsh could open his mouth. I wasnât going to get caught being unrelated a second time.
âYou would be . . . ?â
âHis cousin,â I said, quick off the draw again. âMatti Iverly.â
I didnât look at Marshâs face when I said that. I fastened my eyes just below his chin and watched his Adamâs apple move up and down when he swallowed.
âAnd the person youâre looking for would be Iverly as well?â
âI . . . yes,â I said. âBut he might not know that because of his . . . â
âFirst name?â
âWe call him Dan.â That part was the absolute truth.
âDan Iverly,â the woman said under her breath. She clicked the keys on her desk top computer and moved her head up and down. Then she stopped, frowned and began moving it from side to side.
âI have no one by that name, of course, but I may have something. A young man â a John Doe, was brought here by the police. Heâd been originally picked up in your general area.â
She clicked and read again. âSearch and Rescue were alerted by a Mrs. Laverdiere that she had found him in her house in Cato City and that he was in distress.â
âThatâs him.â I said. âThatâs my cousin. Cato City is just across the lake from us. And I know who Mrs. Laverdiere is.â
âIt also says he was uncooperative.â The woman looked up at me then like she wanted an explanation.
âIf somebody tied you up and flew you away in a helicopter,â I said, âI imagine youâd be uncooperative too.â
While she did some more checking, we waited in a little room about the size of a chicken coop. It was the opposite of fancy. The floor was bare grey linoleum. The chairs had hard, wooden seats and there were no magazines to read, although I wouldnât have been able to settle into reading anyway. I was nervous and ticcing.
The way Marsh was looking at me didnât help. It wasnât like he was angry. More like Iâd hit him over the head with a board.
âMatti,â he whispered. âWhat on earth do you think youâre doing? Youâre not related to him.â
âYou have to be family to find out anything,â I said. âIsnât that what they told us at the first hospital?â Marsh massaged his forehead the way Iâve seen him do before when he had a headache coming.
âBesides, whatâs a little thing like a lie when a friendâs in trouble?â
âPerjury,â Marsh said.
The woman from registration came back into the room then. âDr. Charon will see you now,â she announced.
8
A D ANGER TO H IMSELF AND O THERS
I DIDNâT EXPECT D R . C HARONâS OFFICE to be any fancier than the waiting room, and I wasnât disappointed. He had a huge desk, empty except for his hands on top of a file folder. A bookcase behind him overflowed with books.
That was it except for two wooden chairs like the ones in the waiting room, facing his desk. It didnât seem like you were supposed to get too comfortable or stay too long.
âI understand you think youâre related to one of our John Does?â the doctor said. He was small with an oddly shaped head. I thought his voice was way too high to be coming from a man.
He didnât ask us to sit down, but we did. I figured thatâs what the chairs in front of his desk were for.
âYes,â I said. âHis name is Dan Iverly and weâd like to take him home
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