We'll Always Have Parrots(78)

“No, no,” he said, curling his hand back protectively. “I really hate hospitals.”

Probably because he spent so much time in them, I thought.

“So how did it go?” he stage-whispered.

“She’s with the police now,” I said.

“Yeah, but what is she telling them?”

“I think I managed to convince her that she’d get in less trouble telling the truth to the police herself than having you tell the newspapers.”

“Wow!” Walker exclaimed. “You’re incredible! I can’t believe you actually—Meg? Is something wrong?”

I realized that I’d been staring at him.

“Sorry,” I said. “I just realized something.”

“Something about the murder?”

I shook my head, and went back to washing his cuts. I’d suddenly realized why I’d been spending so much energy worrying about Walker. He reminded me, uncannily, of my kid brother who, though far from stupid, seemed content to cruise through life on looks and charm, letting other people take care of him. Sometimes I got tired of being one of the other people, but he was my brother.

Walker was just a friend. More Michael’s friend than mine. And yet here I was, cleaning up after him.

Evidently I’d made less progress than I thought in conquering my tendency to take care of the world.

Just then, fortunately for Walker, Dad arrived, and they both forgot all about me. Dad had partially retired from practicing medicine, which meant that he only saw patients with interesting diseases or injuries. His joy at having a nice gory injury to treat was matched only by Walker’s hypochondriac delight at having a doctor fussing over him.

I stayed long enough to ask the two volunteers if they knew who had arranged Ichabod Dilley’s appearance.

“Todd chaired the program committee,” one of them said.

“Great,” I said. “Where is he?”

“Home,” the volunteer said.

“He’s not here?” I asked. I probably sounded critical. Well, I felt critical. “Doesn’t someone have to keep the program lurching along? Rearranging it when necessary due to deaths, interrogations, and arrests?”

“Well, not Todd,” the volunteer said, as if I ought to know better. “He doesn’t cope well with change. We gave him a Valium and sent him home. Sandra’s doing all that.”

Sandra, it turned out, was the diminutive Amazon who’d been acting as a combination emcee, stage manager, and baby-sitter for the events taking place in the ballroom, where she was currently running the trivia contest.

So I’d have to wait to interrogate her until the contest ended. By now, any resemblance between what was happening around the hotel and what was printed in the program would be purely coincidental. Still, it gave me a guideline. The trivia contest was supposed to last from three to four. Sometime between four and seven, it would end, and I could interrogate Sandra. And perhaps later the sedated and calmer Todd.

“Will Todd be back?” I asked.

“He said he’d come in for the costume contest,” the first volunteer said.

“He’d better,” the other volunteer muttered. “If he flakes out like last year…”

“We managed last year,” the first volunteer said.

“We didn’t have all these animals last year,” the second volunteer muttered.

“Oh, is Todd in charge of the animals?” I asked.

The two looked at each other.

“I suppose so,” the first said.

“He’s the one who found them,” the second volunteer said. “Which means he’s the only one who knows what we’re supposed to do with them when the convention is over.”

“And I suppose he’s the one who managed to get permits to have them here in the first place,” I said.

“Permits?” the first volunteer said.

“Oh, great, you mean he should have gotten permits?” the second volunteer said.

“You know Todd,” the first one said. “Easier to beg forgiveness later than get permission beforehand. Sandra can take care of any problems, like she did last year.”

“Yeah, and I bet by the time we’re finished, last year’s fire and water damage will look cheap,” the second volunteer said.

I decided I’d rather not know what had happened at last year’s convention.

“Rounding up the monkeys and parrots seems to be going rather slowly,” I said instead.

“Someone kept letting them go again,” the first volunteer said.

“You should have had someone guarding them,” I said.

“We did, of course,” the volunteer said. “It was the guards who were letting them go.”