By the time my room cleared out, I was tired again. But I needed to walk, so I got Tolliver to help me out of bed, and hold on to me while I and my IV walked down the hall. No one who passed us paid us any attention, which was a relief. Visitors and patients had their own preoccupations and worries, and one more young woman in a terrible hospital gown wasn’t going to rouse them out of their tunnel vision.

“I don’t know what to say to you,” I told Tolliver when we reached the end of the hall and paused before we started the journey back to the room. “Is something wrong? Because you’re acting really strange.”

I glanced at him, the quickest sideways look so he wouldn’t catch me checking, and I decided Tolliver himself looked like he didn’t know what to say.

“I know we need to leave,” he said.

“Then why’d you accept the minister’s invitation?”

“Because I don’t think the police will let us drive away at this point, and I want us to be around other people anytime we can be. Someone’s already tried to kill you once, the police are so wrapped up in the murder investigation that they don’t seem to be sparing anyone to try to find out who attacked you, and the best guess I have is that the attacker was the one who killed the boys. Otherwise, why the rage, why take the chance? You ended his fun and games, and he got mad and came by to take a swipe at you if he could. He got his chance. He almost killed you. I don’t know if you’ve considered how lucky you are that you got away with a concussion and a cracked arm.”

This was a long speech for Tolliver, and he delivered it in a low voice in bits and pieces to avoid the attention of the other people. We’d reached my room by the end of it, but I waved my hand down the corridor opposite and we trudged on. I didn’t say anything. I was angry, but I didn’t know who to aim it at. I believed Tolliver was absolutely right.

We looked out the window at the end of this wing. The rain had turned into a nasty mix of sleet and snow. It rattled when it hit the glass. Oh, joy. The poor searchers. Maybe they would give it up and retreat into the warmth of their vehicles.

I was going very slowly by the time we crossed in front of the nurses’ station and neared my room. I still hadn’t thought of anything smart to say.