to tell me what happened to me,” Cyrus said.
“What’s important is that you’re conscious. The doctor said everything looks good and there is no reason you shouldn’t have a full recovery. As for this other issue, we can sort it out later when—”
“A nurse was murdered.” Cyrus swallowed, his mouth and throat still dry from lack of use.
“I’m sorry, but it had to have been a dream. You say you got up out of bed that night—”
“I buzzed for the nurse, but no one answered the call button, so I got up and walked out past the nurse’s station,” Cyrus said, seeing it as clearly as his brother standing before him. “The nurses’ station was empty, but I remember looking at the clock. It was two minutes past midnight. I could hear someone down the hall talking in whispers in one of the rooms. I walked in that direction, but as I passed the nursery windows—”
“Cyrus, this is the first time since your accident that you’ve been conscious,” Cordell said gently. “That night in the old Whitehorse hospital, you were hooked up to monitors and IVs. There is no way you got up and walked anywhere. I’m sorry. I know it seemed real to you, whatever you think you saw, but it had to have just been a bad dream.”
“Then how do you explain the fact that I can remember exactly how the old tiles felt on my bare feet or the way the place smelled, or that I can describe the hospital to you if I was never awake to see it?”
Cordell shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“Then you can’t be certain that I didn’t see exactly what I said I did.”
“All I know is that if you had gotten out of bed that night in the old hospital, the alarms on the monitors would have gone off.”
“Maybe they did. There were no nurses around to hear them. I’m telling you the place was a morgue and there was no one at the nurses’ station.”
“Even if that was true, monitors were recording your vital signs. If you disconnected anything and walked down the hall there would be a report of it.”
“Maybe there is. Have you seen the records?”
His brother sighed. “You were moved to the new hospital the next morning. Don’t you think someone would have noticed you were no longer connected to the IV or monitors?”
“Maybe the nurses covered it up because they were down the hall killing a woman.”
“Cyrus—”
“I know what I saw,” he said with a shake of his head. What frustrated him even more than not getting anyone to believe him was that after all this time, any evidence of the crime would be gone.
“I’m glad you’re the same old Cyrus, stubborn as ever,” Cordell said with affection.
“Were there any other patients in the hospital the one night I spent there?” Cyrus asked as a thought occurred to him.
“One of the reasons the ambulance took you to the old hospital was because there was another patient who couldn’t be moved, so the hospital was still staffed for the night.”
Sure it was. “Another patient? Maybe that patient saw or heard something that would corroborate my story.”
“That patient was in his eighties. He died that night.”
Cyrus sighed and closed his eyes.
“Listen, the doctor said you shouldn’t overdo.”
“I want you to call the hospital up there and the sheriff,” Cyrus said, opening his eyes. “I’m telling you I saw a murder.” He gave his brother a detailed description of the female victim.
“Okay, I’ll check into it if it will make you take it easy for a while.”
Cyrus lay back against the pillows on the hospital bed, exhausted. How was that possible after sleeping for almost three months?
“Get some rest,” Cordell said, clasping his hand. “I can’t tell you how good it is to have you back.”
“Yeah, same here.” He was glad one of the first faces he’d seen after waking had been his twin’s. But he couldn’t help feeling helpless and frustrated.
He’d seen a murdered woman that night in the hospital and no one believed him. Not even his brother.
CYRUS WOKE to find his twin beside his bed. Through the open curtains he could see that it was dark outside. How long had he been asleep this time?
Cordell stirred and sat up, seeing that he’d awakened. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay.” Had he expected Cyrus to wake up and recant his story about the murdered woman he’d seen? Surely his twin knew him better than that. “What did you find out?”
From Cordell’s expression, he’d been hoping, at least. “I called the hospital in Whitehorse and talked to the administrator. She assured me there was no murder at the old hospital the night you were a patient there.”
“Someone moved the body.”
“She also assured me that you never left your bed. There were two nurses on duty that night monitoring not only you, but also the elderly gentleman in a room down the hall. One nurse was just outside your room the whole time.”
Cyrus knew that wasn’t true, but Cordell didn’t give him a chance to argue the point.
“I also called the Whitehorse sheriff’s department and talked to our cousin McCall, who has since become the sheriff. There was no murder at the old hospital that night. Nor any missing nurse because both nurses who were on duty that night are accounted for. Nor was there a nurse’s aide or orderly or anyone else working that night.”
Then she must have just been dressed in a uniform for some reason, Cyrus thought.
“There was also no missing person report on any woman in the area.”
She must not have been from Whitehorse.
He saw his brother’s expression and knew that Cordell would have thought of all of this and asked the sheriff to run a check in a broader area with the description Cyrus had supplied. He and Cordell were private investigators and identical twins. They could finish each other’s sentences. Of course Cordell would have thought of all these things.
“Sheriff McCall Winchester assured me that no unexplained vehicles were found near the old hospital nor has anyone in the area gone missing.”
Was it possible everyone was right and that he’d only seen the murdered woman in a coma-induced nightmare?
Cyrus didn’t believe that. But then again, he also couldn’t believe he’d been in coma for three months.
WITHIN A FEW WEEKS, Cyrus was feeling more like his old self. He’d been working out, getting his strength back and was now restless. He hadn’t been able to shake the images from the dream. In fact, they seemed stronger than they had the morning he’d awakened in the rehabilitation
