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detective quickly jotted down the information, then handed it back to her. “Keep this, in case you need it again."
Smoothing out the page, she tucked it inside her checkbook. “Next time I'll know exactly where I put it.” She set the bag beside her. “You better get down to the emergency room and find out about Mr. Casey. Ask Jennifer if she'd please let me know his condition."
"I'll have her come up as soon as she can. You take care and stay alert.” He patted the metal foot of her bed and headed out the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Detective Williams joined Jennifer in the emergency waiting room. “Heard anything?"
"He's conscious and wanting to get out of here. But the doctor insisted on doing a CT scan on his head, but he doesn't think there's any brain damage. He felt whatever hit him was deflected and Hawkman didn't get the full impact. However, he did need a few stitches."
"His hat might have saved him, it took a beating. It had a big gouge in the back. I found it at the scene and turned it over to my officers. Maybe we can find out the type of weapon used."
Jennifer grew silent for a moment, gnawing on her lower lip.
The detective studied her expression. “Okay, what's going on in your mind? You're as bad as your husband. I can hear the wheels grinding."
She grinned. “That's a nice compliment. If you really want to know my thoughts, I'm not only concerned about Rita, but also Marie Paulson."
He frowned. “Hawkman mentioned a Marie, but didn't elaborate. What does she have to do with this guy?"
Jennifer explained about the kitten and how Marie might be the next victim. “She's recently widowed and has three little girls. I haven't had a chance to talk to her, but Hawkman assured me he'd made her aware of the danger."
Williams scratched his head. “How many others are involved in this mess?"
"I don't think there's anyone else. But it might be wise if you stationed a guard outside Rita's room for the night."
He glanced toward the ceiling. “Yeah, that's a good idea. It certainly can't hurt and this is about the only thing brewing tonight.” He stood. “I think I'll take off and get some business done. If Hawkman has a turn for the worse, just give me a call on the cell. I'll assign an officer to stay here, then I'm going to find out who owns the rental car place. I think it's time to start getting some answers."
She nodded. “You know my husband; he won't be staying here for the night if he has anything to do with it. And will more than likely be contacting you first thing in the morning."
"I'll be expecting his call.” Williams waved and walked out the door.
* * * *
The detective pulled up the collar of his coat as he stepped from underneath the awning of the hospital entry. Torrents of rain overwhelmed the gutters and drains making large puddles in the parking lot. He splashed through a couple, and felt the water soaking through his shoes and socks. Shivering from the plunge in temperature, he jumped into his car and turned on the heater. Rubbing and blowing on his hands to warm up, he finally backed out of the space. A small tree limb, propelled by the high wind, bounced across his windshield as he bumped out of the exit. “What a night,” he mumbled, turning onto the asphalt.
He called the station and made arrangements for one of the officers to stand guard outside Ms. Rawlings’ room for the night. Driving slowly down the street of the car rental agency, he didn't expect to find anyone there at this hour, but remembered people turned cars in late at night. Since this guy sideswiped a vehicle, there'd be dents and he probably wouldn't want to face the owner. So maybe he parked it in the lot after hours.
The detective stopped in front of the building,and left the motor running. He squinted through the rain splattered windshield, and could make out a driveway alongside the building. He turned in, but came to a sudden stop when he spotted a body lying in the middle of the wet pavement.
Smoothing out the page, she tucked it inside her checkbook. “Next time I'll know exactly where I put it.” She set the bag beside her. “You better get down to the emergency room and find out about Mr. Casey. Ask Jennifer if she'd please let me know his condition."
"I'll have her come up as soon as she can. You take care and stay alert.” He patted the metal foot of her bed and headed out the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Detective Williams joined Jennifer in the emergency waiting room. “Heard anything?"
"He's conscious and wanting to get out of here. But the doctor insisted on doing a CT scan on his head, but he doesn't think there's any brain damage. He felt whatever hit him was deflected and Hawkman didn't get the full impact. However, he did need a few stitches."
"His hat might have saved him, it took a beating. It had a big gouge in the back. I found it at the scene and turned it over to my officers. Maybe we can find out the type of weapon used."
Jennifer grew silent for a moment, gnawing on her lower lip.
The detective studied her expression. “Okay, what's going on in your mind? You're as bad as your husband. I can hear the wheels grinding."
She grinned. “That's a nice compliment. If you really want to know my thoughts, I'm not only concerned about Rita, but also Marie Paulson."
He frowned. “Hawkman mentioned a Marie, but didn't elaborate. What does she have to do with this guy?"
Jennifer explained about the kitten and how Marie might be the next victim. “She's recently widowed and has three little girls. I haven't had a chance to talk to her, but Hawkman assured me he'd made her aware of the danger."
Williams scratched his head. “How many others are involved in this mess?"
"I don't think there's anyone else. But it might be wise if you stationed a guard outside Rita's room for the night."
He glanced toward the ceiling. “Yeah, that's a good idea. It certainly can't hurt and this is about the only thing brewing tonight.” He stood. “I think I'll take off and get some business done. If Hawkman has a turn for the worse, just give me a call on the cell. I'll assign an officer to stay here, then I'm going to find out who owns the rental car place. I think it's time to start getting some answers."
She nodded. “You know my husband; he won't be staying here for the night if he has anything to do with it. And will more than likely be contacting you first thing in the morning."
"I'll be expecting his call.” Williams waved and walked out the door.
* * * *
The detective pulled up the collar of his coat as he stepped from underneath the awning of the hospital entry. Torrents of rain overwhelmed the gutters and drains making large puddles in the parking lot. He splashed through a couple, and felt the water soaking through his shoes and socks. Shivering from the plunge in temperature, he jumped into his car and turned on the heater. Rubbing and blowing on his hands to warm up, he finally backed out of the space. A small tree limb, propelled by the high wind, bounced across his windshield as he bumped out of the exit. “What a night,” he mumbled, turning onto the asphalt.
He called the station and made arrangements for one of the officers to stand guard outside Ms. Rawlings’ room for the night. Driving slowly down the street of the car rental agency, he didn't expect to find anyone there at this hour, but remembered people turned cars in late at night. Since this guy sideswiped a vehicle, there'd be dents and he probably wouldn't want to face the owner. So maybe he parked it in the lot after hours.
The detective stopped in front of the building,and left the motor running. He squinted through the rain splattered windshield, and could make out a driveway alongside the building. He turned in, but came to a sudden stop when he spotted a body lying in the middle of the wet pavement.
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