fortnight later a two-month-old had two arrests within three days. These attacks were known as Code Blue emergencies, and the nearest doctors and other medics were expected to rush to the dying child with the crash cart and start resuscitation techniques. Genene was invariably the first to arrive and the last to leave. She would insert an intravenous tube, tell the doctor about the baby’s vital signs and hand over the required medications. Some saw her as the consummate professional - but others noted that she seemed to be enjoying the drama between life and death. In early July one of her patients, a six-month-old boy, had a cardiac arrest. The next day Genene was his assigned nurse again when he had a second arrest that proved fatal. That same day a four-week-old infant suffered a massive bleeding episode and died. (Genene would later be found guilty of causing another baby to haemorrhage massively by injecting the child with the anti-coagulant heparin.) The deaths of Genene’s little patients continued throughout the year - but stopped for a month when she herself was admitted to hospital for minor abdominal surgery. During her absence, from the first week in November to the first week in December, the PICU didn ’t have a single Code Blue emergency or unexpected death. The two children who expired during this period were terminal cases who had been admitted to die. Three days after Genene’s return, the Unit heeded a Code Blue signal again. An eighteen-month-old boy was admitted with a severe viral infection, but seemed to be responding well to treatment until Genene came on duty. A doctor saw her in another part of the hospital and asked how the child was doing. Genene shrugged and said he seemed fine but the doctor went to check for himself. He found the little boy blue and flatlining. The medic yelled for help and Genene quickly appeared with her crash cart and positioned an airbag over the infant’s mouth. Three quarters of an hour later, despite heroic attempts to resuscitate him, the child was officially pronounced dead. As the death toll mounted, another nurse heard Genene telling two parents that their son wasn’t expected to survive. This was untrue, and anyway it wasn’t Genene’s remit to say such things to relatives. The nurse also noted that Genene had left the wrong bottles of solution lying at a bedside - if they’d been used they could have damaged the child. The nurse plucked up her courage and complained to Jones’ supervisors but was told to stop picking on Jones. Rumours about the number of Genene’s patients who were dying continued to spread round the ward, but the hospital authorities put it down to personalityclashes between the aggressive Jones and more easygoing newer members of staff. Babies continued to die in Genene’s care - at one stage there were seven deaths in fourteen days. Genene continued to exhibit strange behaviour. She wrote on her patients medical notes that she loved them and started to sing to their corpses. And she gave the doctors a possible diagnosis for one case, naming a medical syndrome about which little was known. Some of the medics were impressed by a Licensed Vocational Nurse having such detailed knowledge and urged her to study for the superior Registered Nurse qualification, but Genene said that with two of her own children to care for this was impossible. In truth she spent so long at the hospital that her son sometimes called in to ask when she was coming home. It may be that she secretly questioned her ability to pass the more demanding course as she clearly had doubts about herself. She may also have started to abuse alcohol by this stage. Leastways she turned up for work drunk on at least one occasion and had to be sent home. Like the Thrill Killer Carol Bundy, also a nurse and profiled later, she was failing in her romantic relationships and acting so oddly that she alienated her colleagues. And she was so obsessed with work that she was