She intended to heed Gifford’s advice about getting some sleep, but first she needed to make a stop. She arrived at the hospital, made her way up the elevator to Jonathan’s floor, and heard “Code Blue! Code Blue. All available personnel. . . .”
Her brain still in a stupor, her mind suddenly focused on a grouping of white lab coats at the entrance to Jonathan’s room. “Oh, my God!” she gasped, then took off down the hall, fearing the worst. Thoughts pored through her mind as she whizzed by the rooms along the long corridor: he was doing so well! Small steps, pieces to the puzzle. My son, my son. . . .
A group of hospital personnel in scrubs ran past her down the hallway. In the back of her mind, Vail realized the emergency was for another patient on the floor, not Jonathan. But she was not completely tuned into her thoughts yet, and she fought through the mass of white coats congregated in the doorway, grabbing and pushing bodies aside. The interns were huddled around Altman, who stood beside Jonathan. Her son’s eyes were open and he was smiling.
“Mom!”
“Jonathan?” She stepped forward, arms outstretched, and an instant later felt his hands on her back, patting her gently. Finally, she released him and leaned back to look at him.
“We thought you’d come sooner,” Altman said. He was standing off to Vail’s right, smiling.
“Sooner?”
“I had the nurse call you last night. When you didn’t answer, they left a message on your machine.”
“I was inaccessible,” was all Vail said. She turned back to Jonathan, who appeared thin, pale, and drawn. “You look tired.”
“I am. I’ve been sleeping but I feel exhausted.”
“I haven’t been sleeping, and I’m also exhausted.” She hugged him again. “It’s so good to have you back, sweetheart.”
“Let’s let him rest,” Altman said. He looked out amongst the medical students who were still gathered around the doorway. “Anyone have any questions?” No one spoke. “Okay, let’s find out where that code was, and see how it’s going.” The crowd began to disperse, and Altman turned to Vail. “We’ve got a few days of testing and monitoring to do, and then he should be ready to go home.” He placed a hand on her back, indicating it was time for her to leave.
“One thing—” she looked at Jonathan. “Do you remember what happened, how you ended up in the hospital?”
He bit his lip, eyes moving up, then left, then down again before landing on Vail. “Last thing I remember is going home after school. That’s it. Wait, dad was angry about something. About you, I think.” His eyes drifted back off to the right, then he shook his head. “Why can’t I remember?”
Altman patted Jonathan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. That’s quite normal. If you’re lucky, your short-term memory will come back. Today, tomorrow, the day after, it’s hard to say. There’s also a chance it won’t come back at all.”
Altman told Jonathan he would return later, reminded Vail she need to let him rest, then left.
Vail placed a hand on her son’s. She did not say it, but she was torn. She hoped with her strongest convictions that Jonathan’s memory did return as it would validate her claim of Deacon’s abusive nature and put him behind bars for a long time. But she did not want her son to be scarred with the memory of his father pushing him down the stairs.
“Get some rest,” she said, then planted a kiss on Jonathan’s forehead. “I’ll be by a little later.”
seventy-five
Before leaving the hospital, Vail flagged down Dr. Altman and told him she wanted to take him up on his referral for a surgical evaluation of her knee. Within the hour, Vail was sitting in the orthopedist’s office. Thirty minutes later, the surgeon had examined her, walked her over to radiology, and informed the technician she was to squeeze in Vail between patients for an MRI.
Two hours later, the radiologist told her he had reviewed the images and found tears in the medial meniscus and medial collateral ligament. He informed the orthopedist of the findings and Vail was scheduled for surgery the day after next. She marveled at how quickly the medical machinery moved when one had a few inside connections.
AFTER LEAVING THE HOSPITAL, Vail returned to Robby’s place and threw her laundry and clothing in her suitcase and moved back into her house. With the Dead Eyes case solved, the thought of being back in her own home was inviting. She enjoyed the days spent at Robby’s and was confident she would be spending much of her future time there. But retaking her house, after having been driven from it, was a moral victory—even if she did not intend to sleep there until Jonathan came home.
Following dinner later that night, Vail and Robby visited Jonathan at the hospital. On the way, Robby detoured to an electronics retailer. The store was closing, but Robby told the owner he needed to buy a gift for his friend’s son who had just come out of a coma, and they made an exception. Robby knew exactly what to get.
When Vail walked into Jonathan’s hospital room, she found him asleep. But it was a different scene than when he had been lying in bed, helpless, hooked up to tubes and machines. His face was peaceful now, and he lay curled up on his side, just like when she would come home at night, plant a kiss on his little forehead, and tuck him in.
With Robby waiting down the hall giving her some one-on-one mother-son time, she gently sat down beside Jonathan’s bed. But the rustle of the shopping bag caught his attention. He stirred, then fluttered his eyes. He tried to focus on his mother but kept blinking, as if he was unsure she was really there.
“Hi, champ.”
“Mom. What time is it?”
“Eight-thirty.”
“I’m so tired.” He stretched and yawned. “I’ve been sleeping the whole day.”
“Have you eaten?”
“I think they woke me for lunch, but I’m not sure.”
“I’ll buzz the nurse, have them bring you some dinner.”
Robby walked in, carrying a small bag. “You must be Jonathan,” he said.
“This is Robby Hernandez,” Vail said. “He’s a good friend of mine. A detective in Vienna.”
“Glad you’re doing better, man. You had your mom very concerned.”
“Oh,” Vail said. “We got you something.” She reached down for the bag.
“What is it?”
“Sorry we didn’t have time to wrap it. I didn’t think you’d mind.” She pulled the box out of the bag.
“Xbox 360! Cool!”
“Have to admit, it wasn’t my idea. I had some help.”
He turned the white box round and round, looking at the circular lime-green graphics. “I’ve wanted one since before it came out.”
Vail smiled. “Well, now you’ve got one. But I don’t want you playing around with this thing and neglecting your homework.”
“Mom.” He drew the word out and glanced at her sideways, as if trying to hide his embarrassment.
“You’ll need this to play it,” Robby said, handing him the bag.
Jonathan flung the bag aside, revealing a green Rainbow Six Vegas 2 game case. “Cool!” He flipped it over and looked at the back. “This is hella tight, Robby, thanks.”
“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He nodded to Vail. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow, around one-ish, okay?”
“I’ll be right back,” she said to Jonathan.
Her son was intently studying the back of the game case.
“I don’t think he’ll miss me,” Vail said.
As they strolled out into the hall, Robby took her hand. “You should probably tell Jonathan we’re more than just good friends.”
“I’ll talk to him about it later. I’m sure he won’t mind. You scored big with that Rambo game.”
“Rainbow. Rainbow Six.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey, you heard. It’s hella tight.”
They reached the elevator and Robby hit the button. “Tomorrow night is ours, okay?”
She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “You don’t have to ask twice.”
&nbs
p; seventy-six
It was two in the morning when Jonathan started shouting and thrashing his arms. Vail was off her adjacent cot immediately, taking hold of his hands and calming him. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just a dream.” She thought of her own nightmares and realized how unfeeling her comment was . . . how real they feel when you’re the one going through them.
Jonathan sat up in bed and hugged her so firmly she thought he was going to squeeze the air from her lungs. Finally, his grip loosened and she pushed back to look at his face. “Are you awake?”
He nodded. “I remember what happened.”
While waiting for him to continue, she took a tissue and dabbed at his moist forehead. The door opened, letting in a slice of light from the hallway.
“Everything okay in here?” the nurse asked.
“Nightmare,” Vail said. “We’re fine.”
The door slipped closed. Jonathan wiped his eyes with the back of a hand, sniffled, then spoke. “Dad was angry, said you’d kicked him and broke his ribs. He said you were going to make the court take me away from him. I told him that’s what I wanted.”
She touched his forearm. She was proud her son had stood up to Deacon. He had intimidated Jonathan, abused him for too long.
“He didn’t say anything. But a few minutes later he told me to get a can of beans from the pantry in the basement. As I started to go down the steps I felt him push me. That’s the last thing I remember.”
Vail sat down on his bed and gathered him close. While holding him, she reached for the phone to call Bledsoe. He answered it on the fourth ring.
“Sorry to wake you, but I’m at the hospital with Jonathan. He remembers what happened. You’re going to want to hear this.”
Bledsoe arrived twenty minutes later, wearing sweats and a leather jacket. He reintroduced himself to Jonathan and listened intently to the youth’s version of events. “Are you sure this isn’t something you dreamt? I mean, not to say I don’t believe you, but you woke up screaming. Sounds like a nightmare to me.”
“I remember hitting my elbow on the metal railing.” He pushed the gown back and turned his arm to look at it. There was a large scabbed wound overlying the joint. He held it up for Bledsoe to see.
“Okay.” He pulled a cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed a number. “Hey, this is Bledsoe. I need you to find out what magistrate is on duty.” He waited a long moment, placed a reassuring hand on Vail’s shoulder, then pulled his face back to the phone. “Yeah, I’m here. Tell Benezra I need an arrest warrant drawn up.”
AN HOUR LATER, Bledsoe called Vail from his station house. “Just wanted you to know I dispatched two officers to pick up your ex. He should be in the system real soon.”
Vail was standing outside Jonathan’s hospital room. Though he had fallen back asleep, Vail remained awake—which had become a bad habit these past few days. “Bledsoe, I owe you.”
“Shit, Karen, you don’t owe me anything. It’ll be a pleasure seeing this monkey greased.”
“At least he won’t be hurting Jonathan anymore. It should solve the custody issue once and for all. And maybe even the case he’s got pending against me.”
“One thing’s for sure. A jury’s going to be a lot more inclined to believe you and piss on Deacon’s version of what happened.”
Vail thanked him, left Jonathan a note, and hobbled out to her car using the crutches the orthopedist had given her. She felt uncoordinated and looked even worse, she was sure. At least she would be rid of them soon.
She headed home to try to get some sleep so she did not fall asleep in Robby’s arms later in the evening. She wanted the date to be perfect—knee pain aside—and had gone food shopping yesterday to stock up on the items she needed to prepare a special meal she found in one of her gourmet cookbooks. She even bought a large bottle of Korbel champagne to celebrate Jonathan’s recovery and their cracking the Dead Eyes case. Now, with Deacon’s impending arrest, they had one more reason to make it a special occasion.
As she slipped beneath the covers, the morning light started slicing through her blinds. But a minute later it didn’t matter, because she was already fast asleep.
seventy-seven
“We haven’t been able to find your ex.” Bledsoe stood at Vail’s front door, leaning against the porch railing. “I don’t know if he’s just out of town, or if he somehow knew this was coming down and fled. We’ve got a guy on his place. We started pulling phone LUDs, home and cell, to see who he might’ve talked with recently. It’ll tell us when the last calls were logged, give us an idea if he’s been home lately.” He looked out at the street for a moment. “Any idea where he might have gone? Relatives? Friends?”
“Brother in Vegas. Hasn’t spoken to him in years. No friends I know of.” Vail was wearing a faded FBI sweatshirt and ragged jeans she had thrown on when the doorbell rang. Though she had napped for several hours, she felt worse now than when she had been pumping her sleep-deprived body full of caffeine. She rubbed at her burning eyes and said, “Neighbors?”
Bledsoe shook his head. “No one’s seen anything. Him, his car, others around the house, nothing. For days.”
“I wish I could tell you where to look.”
“We’ll find him,” Bledsoe said. “When we pick him up, I’ll let you know.” He smiled. “Must be my breath or something. First Hancock disappears, then your ex. Still can’t find Hancock, either.”
“Turn over some rocks. They’ll both probably be crawling in the muck like slugs. What do you want with Hancock?”
“With Farwell in the bag—literally—he’s obviously off the Dead Eyes suspect list, but I wanted to make sure he was clear for Linwood. Del Monaco thinks I’m wasting my time. He said everything fits and I shouldn’t beat a dead horse. Actually, I think he said a dead corpse.”
“The locket sealed the linkage.”
“Maybe I just want to get in the prick’s face again. Stir him up. Gotta get my kicks somehow. You were right from the get-go. Guy’s a first class asshole.”
Vail winced. “I’ve gotta get off my feet. Knee’s killing me. Surgeon gave me Tylenol with codeine, but I hate the thought of taking narcotics. Goes back to my beat days.”
“Hey, the Tylenol’s legal. If the doc gave ’em to you, use ’em. No reason to be in pain. You’ve suffered enough these past few weeks.”
Vail turned and hobbled down the hall to grab a seat. “Ain’t that the truth.”
seventy-eight
An hour after Bledsoe left, Robby showed up at Vail’s house with a bouquet of white roses, along with a bottle of V. Sattui’s Madeira, not realizing Vail had already procured the champagne.
“We’ll start with the champagne,” he said, “then work our way to the madeira. A friend of mine brought it from Napa a couple months ago. He said it’s real good after dinner. Wine fortified with brandy. Not too sweet, but very smooth.”
“I gotta warn you, Detective Hernandez, I don’t handle my booze very well.”
“Oh, yeah? And what happens?”
“I get drunk and disorderly.”
Robby’s eyebrows raised. “I think I can deal with that, Agent Vail. I’ve got my cuffs with me.”
“And I get really horny.”
Robby smiled. “Then we’ve got everything we need.”
She laughed. “Come on in, you can help me finish cooking dinner.”
THE FAMILY ROOM FIREPLACE was crackling, lit candles were flickering, and the smell of a merlot-based tomato basil reduction sauce filled the entire house. Vail removed the garlic bread from the oven while Robby drained the linguini noodles.
And they were already on their second glass of champagne.
Vail swiveled her head. “You know, I had some paperwork from the hospital somewhere, but I can’t find it. I’ve looked high and low and everywhere in between. Everywhere and in between,” she said, drawing out the last word.
Robby smiled. “Maybe it said not to mix alcohol and pain pills before surg
ery.”
She could feel a slight bead of perspiration on her forehead, her movements free and a bit easier than usual. The alcohol had hit her bloodstream.
“No shit, Sherlock. I know that, but Bledsoe told me to take my pain meds, codeine, can you believe that? I’d be, like, totally flying now if I’d done that. Codeine and alcohol. You know what that would’ve done to me? Can you believe how that would feel? I’d be, like, shit-faced right now.”
Robby placed his fingers on her lips and smiled. “Shh . . . I don’t know if I should tell you this, but you’re already shit-faced.”
“Not me. Not after only two glasses of champagne.”
“You’re a lightweight, Vail. I’m in total control of you.”
She pulled him close. “And what are you going to do with this control, you detective agent Rob-me Horny-andez?”
He pulled her from her chair and carried her out of the dining room into the adjacent living room, where he laid her on the couch. “I’m going to take advantage of you.”
“Oh, should I call a cop?”
“What’s a cop going to do about it, help us cop-ulate?” He chuckled.
She giggled.
“Maybe he’ll use these,” he said, pulling the handcuffs from his back pocket. But they dropped harmlessly to the floor as he leaned into her and planted a long kiss on her lips. She wormed her arms around his neck and held him close, continuing the kiss, the alcohol melting away the stresses of recent weeks. No, it wasn’t the alcohol, she suddenly realized as he unbuttoned her blouse. It was passion. Love. The release of letting oneself go so completely without fear of total consumption.
They made love over the next hour, the candles flickering above them, hearts fluttering within them. Warm bodies and hot breaths forging a union she had been yearning for all her life, but never had found. Until now.
They lay on the floor in each other’s arms, the fire dying out and the cool air chilling their naked bodies. She drew a throw blanket around her while Robby crawled to the coffee table, where he then peeled away the smooth, red wax sealing the bottle of madeira. He poured a glass for her, then for himself, and they both drank simultaneously. “Ooh, this is good,” Vail said. “Really good.” She instantly felt the rush as the brandy-infused wine slid down her throat.
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