Gould, Weed and Jones were getting ready for the expedition south when
the phone rang again. Gould answered this time. The call was again a call
for him. The caller identified himself as FBI Agent David Stewart of the
Domino Task Force. Agent Stewart asked a few questions about the case.
Gould told him about the results of his APB. Stewart told him he had just
received the same information and would meet him at the hospital. They all
had a long drive ahead of them. Stewart was in Washington DC.
The Olds left the lot followed by the Porch. The long day had turned into
what promised to be a longer night. The drive was uneventful. A late
supper was had at a drive through window. Weed and Jones were in the
Porch discussing Verdoun and alternately how to pull off Monday morning's
appearance at RayJon. Gould was blessedly alone with his overloaded
thoughts. Occasionally they communicated directions back and forth by a
pair of walky- talkies Jacob had provided.
The hospital staff did not exactly welcome Gould with open arms. They told
him that the patient was sedated and resting comfortably. They told him that
when the patient first awoke he was very upset and seemed delusional. He
insisting that he was a black man named Will Simmons and yelled a name,
address and phone number over and over again. Finally Detective Register
came by and talked to the man and calmed him down a bit. Detective Register
asked a few questions and left. Detective Register did not tell them the man
was wanted for murder nor did he tell the patient. An hour after we admitted
Mr. Verdoun the local police came they read Mr. Verdoun his rights and put
a guard on the door. Mr. Verdoun became quite excited and had to be
sedated. They though the guard was a bit superfluous. Mr. Verdoun would
not going anywhere for awhile his injuries included a broken tibia on his left
leg and a dislocated right shoulder.
Gould apologized profusely for his partner who had just not been himself
lately. He made certain he had the "delusional" name, address and phone
number for his notes. He checked out the reports of the EMS and
admissions. He then said he had some people that could give a positive ID
on Verdoun. The officer on guard and the medical staff let Ray and Weed
look at the patient. They came out and Weed, after a single from Ray,
Identified Verdoun. Gould, Weed, and Jones adjourned to a waiting room
were they made plans. Weed and Jones would find lodging while Gould
met the Fed and waited for "Mr. Verdoun" to wake up.
Jacob was cleaning away the remains of a very late chicken diner when the
phone rang it was Gould. Jacob said, "It is Detective Gould he wants to
speak with you Cash." Register picked up the phone and said, "What do
you have Jeff?" "I have Verdoun or at least his living body. He seems to
have fallen off a train. I need you to check out a Mr. William Simmons of
6033 Haverford Avenue, phone number 555-8662, see if he is a real person
and if he is were was he going." Gould said. "Can do," said Cash.
"Anything new on your end?" asked Gould. "Not much we are staying at
Jacobs place. We forwarded all Weeds lines here. We went to Weeds
apartment and got some cloths for Gena. Then we went to Gena's and got
some stuff for me to ware. Had to do a little breaking and entering for that.
All else is quite here." Cash replied. "How are you holding up partner?"
Gould asked. "Fair to lousy, but it does have some advantages to the time I
was shot," Cash quipped. "I need one more thing, Weed and Jones will be
calling you a little later tonight to tell you were we are staying. I will call you
back to find were they are." Gould said. With that they said their good-
byes.
