"You're going to pursue it? Listen, I don't want to make waves-"

"At this point," said Milo, "I can't afford to eliminate anything."

"Oh." She picked some bark from the tree trunk and examined a fingernail. "The administration doesn't like publicity. This is not going to earn me gold stars."

"What's the problem with publicity?"

"Mr. Swig believes in no-news-is-good-news. We depend on politicians for funding and our patients aren't exactly looked upon kindly, so the lower the profile, the fewer the budget cuts." She flicked bits of bark from under her nail. Slender fingers twirled the ponytail again. Shrug. "I opened the can, what did I expect. No big deal, I've been thinking about leaving anyway. Starkweather's not what I expected."

"In what way?"

"Too repetitious. Basically, I baby-sit grown men. I was looking for something a little more clinical. I want to go back to school to become a psychologist, thought this would be a good learning experience."

"Dr. Delaware's a psychologist."

"I figured that," she said, smiling at me. "When Hatterson said he was a doctor. You wouldn't exactly be taking a surgeon around on the ward, would you?"

"This patient," I said. "Is there any particular reason he'd pay attention to Dr. Argent?"

"Not really, except she worked with him. I was helping her. We were trying to raise his verbal output, getting him to interact more with his surroundings."

"Behavior modification?" I said.

"That was the ultimate goal-some kind of reward system. But it didn't get that far. Basically, she just talked to him, trying to build up rapport. She had me spending time with him, too. To bring him out of his isolation. No one else bothered with him."

"Why's that?"

"Probably no one wanted to. He's got difficult... personal habits. He makes noises in his sleep, doesn't like to bathe. He eats bugs when he finds them, garbage off the floor. Worse stuff. He doesn't have roommates because of that. Even at Starkweather, he's an outcast."

"But Claire saw something workable in him," I said.

"I guess," she said. "She told me he was a challenge. And actually, he did respond a bit-the last few weeks, I got him to pay attention, sometimes nod when I asked yes-or-no questions. But no real sentences. Nothing like what he said that day."

" 'Dr. A. bad eyes in a box.' "

She nodded. "But how could he know? I mean, it doesn't make sense. This is nothing, right?"

"Probably," I said. "Did this man associate with anyone who could've planned to hurt Claire? Maybe someone who's been discharged?"

"No way. He didn't associate with anyone, period. And no one's been discharged since I've worked there. No one gets out of Starkweather."

"How long have you worked there?"