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stood up and was eying the hand with the knuckle duster warily, sneaking glances at the bouncers for help, blood running down his face and soaking his shirt. He grabbed a beer bottle off the counter and waited for Norman to come again.
Norman stood up straight, grinning. He knew exactly what he was going to do about that fucker Masterson. He headed for the bar exit past everyone backpedaling to get out of his way.
Chapter 7
Emma couldn ’t believe her luck. Agent Kinkaid said he wanted her safe, but he couldn’t spare any manpower so he was going to get her a cot and talk the doctors into letting her sleep in Craig’s room. Ordinarily overnight visitors were never allowed in the ICU. He also said he was going to try to get her a look at Craig’s chart.
She had stolen a second away with Jerry to ask him to go get the car and he had said sure. He also said he would go to her house and get her a bag with some shower items and some clothes. She really owed him dinner or three dinners or something when this was all over. He had said he had news too but he would wait to share it until things were calmer. She hadn’t even bugged him. She could only think of herself and Craig right now. She hoped that didn’t make her a bad friend.
When she walked back up to Craig ’s room, she got a much different reception from the two men there this time. They smiled and introduced themselves. Their names were Adrian and Bret. She already forgot who was who but she tried not to beat herself up. She was surprised she could remember her own name at the moment.
She pushed open the door to Craig ’s room and peeked inside. A nurse stood over the bed, bandage in hand.
“ Hi,” Emma said. She had seen this nurse before in the E.R. a few times. Her name tag said Katy, with a big yellow smiley sticker on it.
“ Hi,” the nurse said back and busied herself with the bandage on Craig’s face.
“ So you are going to sleep here tonight? That’s unusual,” Katy said while she worked.
Emma eased into the room and sank onto the small cot on the other side of the bed, pushed into the corner. “ I know. I can’t believe they are going to let me.”
“ Me neither,” Katy said sharply.
Emma wasn’t sure what that meant so she just kept quiet.
Emma laid down and closed her eyes, just for a second, boots and uniform still on. She kept her mind busy trying to make some sense out of the day and everything she had learned. Norman was being invest igated by the FBI? She never had gotten any answers to her questions to Agent Kinkaid either. How did he know her name? Why had Craig been wearing a bulletproof vest? And the FBI? Thinking about it, she was so glad it was the FBI investigating this, and not the local cops, but why, how had that happened?
Emma ’s questions drifted through her mind slowly. They took on a lyrical quality, lulling her deeper and deeper. She fell asleep within 2 minutes, worn out from head to toe.
Dimly, some part of her was awa re when people entered or exited the room. Nurses came and went. She overheard a conversation between a doctor and a nurse about reducing medication. The sun rose. Jerry brought a bag in the room, then took her boots off and covered her with a blanket. More nurses. The sun set again. Agent Kinkaid came into the room and slipped a folder under her cot. A nurse came in to check on Craig but also grasped her wrist and checked her pulse. I’m fine, just tired, Emma tried to send to her telepathically.
At 4:15 a. m., the time she normally would have been rising for work, she woke, alert and full of questions. She looked around the dark room and tried to gauge how much of what she thought had happened really had, and what was a dream. Had she really slept for about 28 hours straight? Here was her bag, and the blanket. Here was the folder. She looked at Craig. No change. Her neck was stiff and her lower back a little sore. Her stomach was completely empty and her bladder totally full. She
Norman stood up straight, grinning. He knew exactly what he was going to do about that fucker Masterson. He headed for the bar exit past everyone backpedaling to get out of his way.
Chapter 7
Emma couldn ’t believe her luck. Agent Kinkaid said he wanted her safe, but he couldn’t spare any manpower so he was going to get her a cot and talk the doctors into letting her sleep in Craig’s room. Ordinarily overnight visitors were never allowed in the ICU. He also said he was going to try to get her a look at Craig’s chart.
She had stolen a second away with Jerry to ask him to go get the car and he had said sure. He also said he would go to her house and get her a bag with some shower items and some clothes. She really owed him dinner or three dinners or something when this was all over. He had said he had news too but he would wait to share it until things were calmer. She hadn’t even bugged him. She could only think of herself and Craig right now. She hoped that didn’t make her a bad friend.
When she walked back up to Craig ’s room, she got a much different reception from the two men there this time. They smiled and introduced themselves. Their names were Adrian and Bret. She already forgot who was who but she tried not to beat herself up. She was surprised she could remember her own name at the moment.
She pushed open the door to Craig ’s room and peeked inside. A nurse stood over the bed, bandage in hand.
“ Hi,” Emma said. She had seen this nurse before in the E.R. a few times. Her name tag said Katy, with a big yellow smiley sticker on it.
“ Hi,” the nurse said back and busied herself with the bandage on Craig’s face.
“ So you are going to sleep here tonight? That’s unusual,” Katy said while she worked.
Emma eased into the room and sank onto the small cot on the other side of the bed, pushed into the corner. “ I know. I can’t believe they are going to let me.”
“ Me neither,” Katy said sharply.
Emma wasn’t sure what that meant so she just kept quiet.
Emma laid down and closed her eyes, just for a second, boots and uniform still on. She kept her mind busy trying to make some sense out of the day and everything she had learned. Norman was being invest igated by the FBI? She never had gotten any answers to her questions to Agent Kinkaid either. How did he know her name? Why had Craig been wearing a bulletproof vest? And the FBI? Thinking about it, she was so glad it was the FBI investigating this, and not the local cops, but why, how had that happened?
Emma ’s questions drifted through her mind slowly. They took on a lyrical quality, lulling her deeper and deeper. She fell asleep within 2 minutes, worn out from head to toe.
Dimly, some part of her was awa re when people entered or exited the room. Nurses came and went. She overheard a conversation between a doctor and a nurse about reducing medication. The sun rose. Jerry brought a bag in the room, then took her boots off and covered her with a blanket. More nurses. The sun set again. Agent Kinkaid came into the room and slipped a folder under her cot. A nurse came in to check on Craig but also grasped her wrist and checked her pulse. I’m fine, just tired, Emma tried to send to her telepathically.
At 4:15 a. m., the time she normally would have been rising for work, she woke, alert and full of questions. She looked around the dark room and tried to gauge how much of what she thought had happened really had, and what was a dream. Had she really slept for about 28 hours straight? Here was her bag, and the blanket. Here was the folder. She looked at Craig. No change. Her neck was stiff and her lower back a little sore. Her stomach was completely empty and her bladder totally full. She
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