Resurrection: A Harvey Nolan Thriller, Book Zero
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Womack budged in through the room door with his gun out.
“No–!” cried Harvey.
Bang!
Chapter 18
“NO–!” YELLED KATIE.
Time slowed.
The blood spattered out of the wound like the disturbance on the surface of a still lake when somebody throws a pebble at it. Ignacio faltered backwards as his posture slumped. Golan curled up on the floor with his eyes closed tightly. Katie had her hand reached out toward Womack. A wisp of smoke came drifting out of the muzzle of Womack’s gun. Harvey eyes widened as he stared at Ignacio. In the split second before Ignacio fell to the ground, a smile crept up his lips. He was finally on his way to meet the love of his life.
“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” asked Harvey as he approached the hospital bed.
The nurse collected the remaining of her medical supplies and piled them onto the metal trolley before leaving them to be.
Katie sighed as she sat by the edge of the bed. “Yeah I’m fine. It was just a flesh wound. Nothing some stitches can’t solve.” She said as she glanced at her bandaged elbow.
Harvey gazed at the thick clean white bandage. “Ignacio?”
“He didn’t make it.” Katie whispered.
Harvey exhaled and nodded slowly in response.
“The bullet entered his skull.” Katie continued. “He didn’t stand a chance.”
“What happens to Golan?” asked Harvey.
“He will most likely be charged for second-degree murder, at least.” Katie replied. “All in the name of science. Funny how the world works, isn’t it.”
“I saw a few reporters hovering outside on my way in. I supposed this will be all over the papers by tomorrow?”
“It is probably already on the tele.” Katie chuckled.
Harvey paused in deep contemplation. The sound of footsteps approaching signaled the arrival of another person.
“Hey.” Said Womack.
“Sir.” Replied Katie.
“That was one hell of a ride.” Womack continued as he took a deep breath. “Take the day off, and tomorrow too. The boys and I will cover you.”
“Thanks, Womack.” Katie said. “Don’t dwell on the shot. I would have done the same if I were you.”
Womack nodded. “Part of the burden of being a law enforcer. I’ll probably lose sleep for a few nights, but I’ll be fine.” He said before turned to leave the room. “Mr. Nolan.”
Harvey nodded at the older man and watched him leave his sight. “Are we done here then? Let me give you a lift back home?”
“I’m not taking your car.” Katie said in a deadpanned manner.
Harvey chuckled. “C’mon. I promise I’ll drive slowly.” He said as he reached out to help Katie up on her feet. “I’m actually one of the safest drivers I know.”
“Ya right.”
Epilogue
HARVEY SAT ALONE at the table for two in the North End seafood restaurant, sipping on his espresso. He meddled with his cuff, pulling it away from the old watch he was wearing. The location he was in was a rather fine establishment, where the waiters wore black vests and neatly pressed shirts. He was dressed in his favorite tailored charcoal two-piece suit and black Church’s wing caps. The waiter approached him for the third time since he settled in his seat.
“Sir, can I bring you anything besides your coffee?” he asked. “An aperitif perhaps? Or some wine?”
“It’s okay.” Replied Harvey. “My dining companion should be here soon. I’ll wait for her to arrive before ordering anything.”
“As you wish.” The waiter retreated.
He glanced at the opulent black and gold foiled wall clock.
“JUST STOP RIGHT at the junction!”
The taxi braked to a halt. “Keep the change–” Katie said as she handed the driver more than enough cash to cover the ride’s fare. She opened the door and alighted by the sidewalk of Cross Street where it met Salem Street. She stumbled upon the bricked path, unused to the dress she was wearing. She cussed inwardly at the unmaneuverable fabric that extended passed her knees. The fact that she was running late added to her frustration.
This better be worth it.
Katie took an awkward step and almost lost her balance, which she quickly recovered from. Her high heels were killing her.
Ring ring–
“Moulin speaking. What’s up, Womack?”
“We found the weapon. It was buried in Emily Harris’ backyard. Our dogs sniffed it out–”
“Damn I was right!” Katie said. “How about the lab report? Is it back?”
“Yes. The stains in the trunk weren’t grease stains like she said. It was blood stains. We are doing a DNA test on it with the victim’s, hopefully it matches.”
“Seems that an arrest is in order, where are you guys?”
“Her secretary told us that she was flying to Istanbul tonight. We are on the way to Logan. You coming?”
Katie stopped at her tracks, as she contemplated her options. It was her last night in Boston, she was flying back to D.C. tomorrow morning. She stared at the dress she was in, she thought it looked ridiculous. She bought it for tonight on purpose, and had almost immediately regretted her purchase. It took all she had in her to put it on before she left home this evening. She could hear Womack panting on the other side of the call.
“Moulin?”
“I’m on my way.”
HARVEY GLANCED AT the face of his vintage watch again. He wondered why he always did that when the watch was clearly no longer functional. He took it off and tried to wind it for the umpteenth time. Nope, it didn’t work. The hands of the face stood still as a statue. His cellphone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out. It was a text message.
‘Something came up at work, won’t be able to make it. Sorry, Katie.’
Harvey read the short text two times to make sure he had seen it right, before placing his phone on the table. He exhaled deeply. He raised his hand to catch the attention of a passing waiter.
“Excuse me, I’m afraid I have a change of plans. Can I get the check now please?”
The End
Harvey Nolan will return.
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