Maribel pulled her chair out from the table, “I will also do my bit, if I can catch him at the mailboxes. Because that’s all the energy I have for the night. Patricia Motts will be down there in the morning and I don’t want to hear her new volley of ills and pills.”
	“Amen.” said Gabriel as he stood up to leave as well.
	Gertrude leaned forward on her elbow, resting her head on her folded hand.
	Pearl and Ester stacked sandwiches on their plate to take back to their rooms.
	“Pearl?” I asked as I stood up to get Mrs. Izato. “Would you please stick with Esther, just to make sure she’s safe?”
	Pearl looked up at me with a twinkle in her eye, “Already on it.”
	The two shuffled off into the building, waving one last goodbye before entering.
	I sat back down at the table and began to eat one of the sandwiches. It was really good, they put just a hint of dill in it.
	Gertrude’s smooth voice broke the silence, “What are we going to do, Dorthy?”
	Dorthy shook her head and shrugged as she looked away to the flowers still blooming. “Lock our doors?”
	“If he already knows who we are.” Gertrude pushed.
	Dorthy waved it off, “Gabriel can handle it.”
	Gertrude laughed a little and sat back, “If not, then Maribel can sit with him and complain til he confesses just to get her off his back.”
	Dorthy tried to stifle a laugh but couldn’t as she looked at Gertrude.
	Gertrude glanced around the emptied garden and looked serious. “You said there was a half drunk cup of coffee, and the breathing machine was still warm. The email said asphyxiation, cardiac arrest, and blunt force trauma. But that the trauma might be old.”
	“Are you thinking poison?” Dorthy asked.
	“Poison,” Gertrude mused. “But how would it work so quickly. He started his shift at lets say five.”
	“He’s entering every room individually,” Dorthy added. “Checking on each patient, talking with them.”
	“Plenty of time for someone to sneak in behind him unnoticed.” Gertrude’s index finger flicked up, the gemstone on it seemed to scream for attention.
	Dorthy agreed, “Certainly, because you know Jeremy kept his door closed.” Then it dawned on her she forgot to ask Carson about the door. She quickly turned to me and said, “I need to talk to Carson. Now.”
	Gertrude looked puzzled.
	I wheeled Mrs. Izato to the nurses station, but we were already too late. Carson was off duty.