Sometime around one he got up, hobbled into the bath. He scrubbed his teeth and got back to the bed by using a chair for support, hopping slowly on one foot. He took the capsules Janis had left, washed them down with whiskey and water. He slept after a while — heavily, dreamlessly.
When he awoke he lay rigid for a little while listening to rain beating against the windows. Then a voice whispered close to his ear: “Wake up — darling.”
Kells lay very still, turned his eyes toward the darkness.
Granquist said: “Wake up — darling.”
Kells moved his head until he could see the silhouette of her crouched body against the pale reflected light of the wall.
She spoke rapidly, breathlessly: “Are you all right, darling — can you walk? We’ve got to get out of here right away...”
He smiled a little and raised his head a little and said: “Will you please go away?”
She sank to her knees beside the bed and tried to take his head in her arms.
“Please,” she said. “We’ve got to go quickly. Please...”
Kells put her arms away and sat up and pulled the pillows up behind him. “How the hell did you get in?”