Iris Johansen - Quicksand

The lady with the box. Pandora.

"What are you thinking?" Phillip's eyes were narrowed on her face.

"Nothing important."

How could Megan have hurt Eve? She was the one who had damaged Megan.

Unless this bizarre story of Megan's being a facilitator had a small basis of truth.

"Don't be so worried," Phillip said gently. "Megan would be the first to tell you this talent is wildly erratic. She's worked with patients for years and there was no sign of any change in them. It's just that we have to be careful."

"And Joe wouldn't be affected by this craziness?"

He shook his head. "Extreme emotion is one of the necessary elements. Megan was unconscious. No, you're the one we have to watch."

Don't let her hurt you, Mama .

Poor Megan, Eve thought, she didn't want to hurt anyone and she was caught up in this tornado of guilt and pain. She reached forward and touched Megan's hand. "I think you've drawn a blank this time. I'm feeling perfectly normal," she whispered. "And I'm sure you'll be relieved to hear about it. So why don't you come back and we'll talk?"

Megan didn't stir.

Phillip pushed back his chair. "I'll go get us a cup of coffee. Sandwich?"

Eve shook her head. "Not now."

She settled back in the chair and waited for Megan to wake.

EVE WENT OUTSIDE THE HOSPITALand called Joe on her cell phone six hours later. "Megan's still unconscious. I'm going to stay with her until she wakes up. What's happening?"

"Media all over the place. I've filled out the report on Kistle." He paused. "I said I'd shot him while attempting arrest."

"Then you'd better change it. I'm going to tell the truth."

"Hell, they'll give me a medal. There's no reason for you to be involved."

"Except the truth."

"We'll talk about it later. I called Jane and told her what had happened. She's pissed."

"Of course she is. We knew that would be a given."

"I'll be at the hospital as soon as I can. I have to take the police to the island and let them-" He stopped.

"Open those graves," she finished, and then went on with an effort, "Show them the memory box, Joe. It had names on most of his damn souvenirs. Are they going to let the media go with you?"

"No," he said curtly. "I've told them they can either have me to lead them to the island or the media. No one is going to be allowed on that island until every one of those bodies has been exhumed. I promise you, Eve."

"That's good. Those parents don't need a media circus going on while they're trying to cope. I just visited Laura Ann. Her mother was there with her in her room and she seemed fine. We don't know what the effect of that horror will be down the road, but she's tough. I think she'll make it." Laura Ann might have memories and nightmares all her childhood, but at least she was alive and would have a childhood. Not like those children on Kistle's island. "I've got to get back to Megan. Call me when you get through at the island, Joe."

"Right." He hung up.

She put her phone back in her pocket and went back inside the hospital. Joe wasn't finished with the island and he'd probably be hours out there with the police.

She wasn't finished either. She had been worried about Laura Ann's memories, but what about her own? There were still unanswered questions that had to be answered.

And the most important one might have to be answered by Megan Blair.

MEGAN WAS STILL UNCONSCIOUSwhen Eve reached her room.

Phillip looked up. "The doctor came by and checked her vital signs. He said he might have to call in a neural specialist if she doesn't respond. He says there could be some underlying problem. He doesn't know what else to do."

"She told me once that she thought those bouts of unconsciousness were sort of like hibernation so that her mind could heal."

He shook head. "This is so deep it's almost a coma."

"She had a lot of wounds to heal." Eve was saying words of comfort, but they were only words. She was as scared as Phillip. "Why don't you take a break? Go back to the hotel and shower and change. I'll stay with her until you come back."

He shook his head.

"Go on. I'll call you the minute she wakes up."

He hesitated and then stood. "I'll try to be back in an hour, but I might be longer. I'm going to call someone who might be able to help her. Grady's in Tanzania and I might have trouble getting through to him."

"Grady? Tanzania's half a world away. Are they close enough so that he'll drop everything and come to her?"

"There's nobody closer to Megan. In more ways than one." He headed for the door. "He'll be on the next flight home."

Eve watched the door close behind him. Even if this Grady flew to Megan's side, she didn't see how he could help. Well, Phillip thought Grady could do something, and they were clutching at straws. Heaven knows Eve couldn't think of anything to do for her.

MEGAN OPENED HER EYESa little over an hour later.

"Eve?"

"Thank God," Eve said.

Megan's gaze drifted around the room and then came back to Eve. "You again? This is getting to be a habit." Her voice was slurred. "And it's not one I want to get into."

"I don't blame you." Eve blinked back tears. "I'd avoid me like the plague from now on."

"It's a thought," Megan said. "Laura Ann?"

"Safe. She's here at the hospital and her mother is with her."

"That's good. Kistle?"

"Dead."

"That's even better. So much evil…"

"I'll be right with you." Eve pulled out her cell phone. "I promised to call Phillip and tell him if you woke." She dialed the number and when he picked up she said, "She came out of it two minutes ago. Her speech is a little slurred, but otherwise she seems okay."

"Thank God."

"That's what I said."

"I'll be right there."

Eve hung up. "He's on his way. I think he likes you a little."

"He's my family," Megan said simply.

"What about this Grady Phillip was trying to get to fly here from Tanzania? Phillip said you were close to him."

Her eyes widened. "Phillip called Grady? He shouldn't have done that."

"He was scared. I was scared. This didn't seem like the last time. Even the doctors here at the hospital were uneasy."

Megan was silent a moment. "No, it wasn't like the last time. This was different. It was as if I were breaking apart inside."

"I'm sorry." It wasn't enough, but Eve didn't know what else to say. "I'm very grateful."

"I didn't do it for you. I did it for Laura Ann," Megan said. "And for those kids that bastard murdered. He had to be stopped."

"But I brought you into it."

"Yes, you did." She sat up in bed. "I need to go and take a shower. Then I want to get out of here."

"They're not going to release you until a doctor signs off on you."

"Will you go tell someone I'm okay and set the wheels in motion?" She swung her legs to the floor and then had to wait a moment until she had strength to move. "I feel a little woozy."

"That's not surprising. Why don't you wait for-"

"I'll be okay." She carefully got to her feet. "If Phillip comes back before I get out of the shower, will you tell him that I'd love it if he could pick me up a hamburger and hot chocolate?"

"I'll call him back and tell him to bring it with him."

"Thank you." Megan was moving stiffly across the room. "It's not really for me. Phillip just feels better if he can give me comfort food. I imagine he was pretty upset."

"That's an understatement." She paused. "You're moving like someone who's been run over by a truck. Are you sore?"

"I feel as if I were thrown into a cement mixer and then spit out. They tore me apart."

Eve tried to restrain herself. Give her time. Don't ask the question.

She did it anyway. "I need to know if it was-"