“Well, on my phone. And that’s not all. Katy also blamed her father for the attack on you, and for Viola’s death.”

Henry looked more confused than incredulous, and Caitlin realized from the rapid ping of his monitors that his heart rate had increased. “Henry, please try to calm down. You’re in a vulnerable state, and we don’t want the nurses coming in here, do we?”

“I’m all right,” he croaked. “Just … I’ve waited so long for this. To get that … monster. And you did it in one day.”

“Well. My news isn’t all good, I’m afraid.”

“Whassa matter?”

Caitlin almost couldn’t bring herself to say the words. But having come this far, she had to tell the rest. “Katy took some pills, Henry. A lot of pills. She attempted suicide. She’s over in St. Catherine’s Hospital—alive, but in a coma.”

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “I knew she was … fragile. But I can’t blame you. I tried to go back to her myself.”

“I know. I was just trying to do what I thought you’d do.”

Henry’s eyes remained closed. The corner of his left eye expressed what looked like a tear, but she couldn’t be sure. “Henry?”

“Nnhh?” he groaned sleepily.

The Dilaudid was kicking in. “I brought some things to show you. I found some old photos in one of your notebooks.” She didn’t want to mention the fire, in case no one had told him about it. “Would you look at them for just one second?”

The reporter opened his eyes with difficulty. Caitlin held the first snapshot up and tilted it so the overhead light shone on the paper.

“This is Tom Cage with Brody Royal,” she said. “In a fishing boat. Can you see it?”

“Don’t need to.”

“Why was Tom with Royal?”

“Don’t know. That picture always worried me …” Henry blinked and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

“Henry?” She fought the urge to shake him. “Can you hear me?”

“Doc … never let me … interview him. I … gave Penn copy.”

Caitlin’s mouth fell open as Henry groaned. One more thing Penn had withheld from her.

“Doc told Penn … wasn’t nothing. One-time … thing.” Henry jerked as though at a sharp pain. Her stomach clenched in sympathetic reaction.

“There’s some writing on the back of the picture,” she said in his ear. “It says ‘BT,’ and then ‘T. Rambin.’ Henry,” she said sharply, feeling him slipping away. “Henry! Can you hear me?”

“Unnhh,” he moaned. “Bad now … push the pump.”

Caitlin sighed and pressed the pain pump three times in quick succession.

Henry murmured something, but she couldn’t make out the words Then his eyes slowly closed, and he began to snore. The Dilaudid had overcome both pain and consciousness.

Caitlin prayed he would awaken before Sherry returned.