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.She knew the answer to her question from Cooper’s notes, but wanted to hear it from the man.‘Ambulance.’‘And before that?’His face contorted with the effort of remembering.‘What were you doing before you were in the ambulance?’ she repeated.‘Running.’‘Why?’‘Bullets.’‘Someone was trying to shoot you?’He screwed his eyes shut.‘Well, you’re safe with us now,’ she reassured.‘I’ll give you something to help you sleep.We’ll continue this conversation in the morning.’ She scribbled a note at the bottom of the patient’s report before passing it to the senior of the two nurses.‘Chloral hydrate to be administered on the ward.I’ll check him again when he’s settled in.’‘You’re not going back home?’ Cooper asked.She glanced at her watch.‘There’s no point.I’ll be on duty again in another four hours.’‘I feel guilty for dragging you out.’‘Don’t.’ She motioned her head towards the door.‘You did the right thing,’ she murmured when they were in the privacy of the office.‘You think he’s suffering from amnesia?’ Cooper asked.‘You don’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce he’s suffered some kind of trauma.And trauma-induced amnesia is more common than most doctors realise.’‘He mentioned bullets.Could he be hallucinating?’‘Did the police say anything about any shooting?’‘No.’‘Then he could be delusional.I’ll try to get more out of him in the morning.Has there been a public appeal?’‘The police took photographs and mentioned a press conference.’‘Let’s hope someone comes forward to claim him.’‘The police are also searching the area for bodies.’‘Given the amount of blood and tissue I saw, I’m not surprised.’‘Funny to think he could be a murderer,’ Cooper mused.‘Apart from the scars he looks normal enough.’Elizabeth smiled.‘What do you think a murderer should look like?’A nurse knocked and opened the door.‘One John West and two police guards gone up to the psychiatric ward.’‘John West?’ Elizabeth looked at her in surprise.‘He was picked up on the westbound carriageway of the M4 heading out of London, it seemed appropriate.’‘And John?’‘John West has got to be better than John Doe, for a live man, hasn’t it, Dr Santer?’Elizabeth woke in the doctors’ rest-room on the top floor of the hospital just before seven o’clock.Stiff and aching, she swung her legs down from the coffee table she’d used as a footstool, rose from her chair and went over to the vending machine.She’d tried all the combinations the machine had to offer and, no matter which she settled on, the coffee invariably emerged grey, insipid and tasteless but the tea was even worse.Succumbing to temptation she abandoned her diet in favour of hot chocolate.Clutching the plastic beaker, she switched on the television.A clock filled the screen, its hands pointing to the hour.After a few seconds of cacophonous noise and dizzy computer hieroglyphics, a man who looked brighter and more alert than any being had a right to at that time of the morning, shuffled a sheaf of papers on the desk in front of him.Arranging his features into a sombre expression that portended tragedy, he gazed directly into the camera and delivered the first item; a plane crash in Scotland.No survivors were expected to be found among the eight-man crew and ninety-eight passengers.Long shots of a dark, wind-swept, snowy landscape strewn with wreckage, speckled with floodlights and the diminutive figures of rescue teams were replaced by a close-up of a blanket-swathed corpse on a stretcher.A sonorous voice droned in the background, detailing the time that the plane had gone down.A close-up of a news reporter followed.Blinking beneath artificial lights, shivering behind his microphone, he bellowed in an attempt to make himself heard above the howling wind.‘Yes, Peter, this is a terrible and shocking tragedy.Everyone here has been moved by the professionalism and dedication of the rescue teams, who have worked throughout the night to recover bodies from the wreckage, and who continue to search in – as you can see – these impossible weather conditions… ’The sound cut abruptly.The picture died.‘Weather permitting, we’ll return to Mark live at the scene later.But for now we’ll go over to Westminster and the Minister of Defence.Minister, would you agree this is a tragedy of mammoth proportions for the government?’‘Not only for the government, Peter, but for the country and the armed forces.I know I speak for the Prime Minister and every member of the cabinet when I offer my deepest sympathy and condolences to all the bereaved families.We must remember the victims of this crash were not only the leaders of our security forces, but family men who will be sorely missed on a personal as well as professional level.’The camera cut back to the studio.‘Minister, could you tell us if there will be an inquiry as to why so many high-ranking officers from the security forces were travelling on the same aircraft?’‘I can’t comment on that question at this stage, Peter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]