Susan’s mother cleared her throat and patted her chest. “I apologize for our behavior. I guess we just expected Susan to bring in someone more… ” She trailed off as she assessed Jim from top to bottom.
“Clean?” he suggested playfully. “I assure you, I’ve showered, and these clothes are fresh from the wash.”
Steve coughed several times, and Jim worried a lung was going to pop out of his mouth at any moment. Finally, the sound calmed, and the man spoke.
“I admit, you smell better than this damn hospital.” He chuckled, and Jim smiled down at him with a wink. Steve said, “Well, Jim, I don’t really know you, but I see that you’re protective of my daughter, and I watch the way you look at her. I also see the shine in her eyes and the glow on her face as she talks about you and as she looks up at you. Thank you for making her happy. And please, do everything you can to take care of her when I’m gone. She’s going to need you to get through this.”
“She has me,” Susan’s mother muttered.
Ignoring her remark, Jim said, “Yes, sir, I plan to be around for a long time to come. I—I am deeply sorry for what’s happened to you, and I can’t really say anything else except that I wish you peace.” Jim had never spoken to someone who was dying, and he only hoped he said the right thing.
As he left the room with Susan, he gazed down at her. From the tears in her eyes and the shadow of a smile on her lips, it seemed he’d done well. “Are you alright?” he asked.
She nodded. “Better than alright. I’m sorry about my mother and Emma.”
He shrugged. “They’re jealous. I am quite a catch, you know.”
She leaned into him as they walked. “It appears so. And I had no idea about my father.”
“That’s pretty cool. And I have something I can give you for him, too.” She frowned up at him, but he shook his head. “No, I’m not telling. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” If he’s still alive, he thought.
He’d made a commitment to a dying man that he was going to be around for a long time. If someone else broke that vow for him, was it still a sin on his part? He hoped not.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
He got Susan back in her car, sending her on her way to work, and called Boxer, who was supposed to have picked up his ride with the truck. He and Digger should be around the corner and ready to pick him up. It was time to get serious and stop playing house.
“You look happy today,” Eric commented as he and Susan cleaned the back of the bus.
She nodded. “I talked to my father last night. It went really well.”
“That’s fantastic, Susan. I’m happy for you.” Eric still watched her, and she waited for the next question. “There’s something more than that going on. Talk to me, woman. Spill the gossip. No one tells me anything because they ‘respect’ me. What that amounts to is that I get left out. Share something juicy with me.”
Susan couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, okay. I’m seeing someone, and I introduced him to my family today. It went beautifully. My sister was so jealous she couldn’t even stay in the room. My mother went ballistic because she doesn’t approve of any man. And my father adored him. I couldn’t have asked for anything better!”
“Your idea of perfect is a little imbalanced, but I’m glad it made you happy. Who’s the guy?”
Did she dare tell him? You really should talk to Jim first and find out where he’s at. “It’s not serious right now, and I promised I wouldn’t let the cat out of the bag until we talked about it.”
Eric made a disgusting sound. “Bullshit. Unless you’re embarrassed or something, you can tell me. I won’t tell, you know that.” He winked at her. “The secrecy makes me think things worse than you could possibly share. You know, like maybe you’re dating a biker or something.”
Susan looked away quickly so as not to give herself away. “You are utterly and completely ridiculous. Now, do your job. When the time is right, I’ll tell you every little detail.”
Eric wagged his tongue. “Don’t forget the sex. I love picturing coworkers naked and sweaty.”
Susan threw her rag at him and jumped out of the bus. “Gutter dog,” she called back. She heard him howl in response and went to wash her hands, shaking her head with a smile. Men.
As she strode back toward the side of the bus and considered hosing it down, she heard the radio. Eric jumped out of the back and hustled toward the driver’s seat. Susan picked up the pace and hopped in the passenger side, picking up the radio. “Unit 54B, what’s the call, over?” she said into the intercom.
The static filled answer came, “Unit 54B, we need multiple units in quick response to the parking lot at 440 Yauger Way SW. Multiple gunshots were fired. Repeat, there are likely multiple gunshot victims, over.”
Eric pulled out, sirens blaring. “Copy. I’m on the way.”
Susan spoke into the radio. “Unit 54B, we’re about four minutes out, and three other units are right behind us, over,” she added, seeing two ambulances and a fire truck in the firehouse lighting up to follow them.
“Proceed with caution, Unit 54B. Police are en route and should arrive before you, but proceed with extreme caution. Over and out.”
“Sounds like a big one. What the hell do you think happened?” Eric asked as he flew around a corner.
Susan was unsettled, and for some reason, she worried about what she’d find. It wasn’t a matter of concern over death; she’d crossed the bridge now, and she’d made her peace with the fact that it was part of her job. Something else rang in the back of her mind, though, like a warning bell, and her stomach turned. She wanted to hurl, and she cracked her window to let some fresh air hit her face.
They arrived, pulling up at the edge of the parking lot on the street. There was no way Eric could cut through the mass of police cars, uniformed officers, and milling people that several officers were trying to hold behind the barrier of yellow tape they were still putting up.
Grabbing the field bag, Susan followed Eric toward the middle of the melee and stopped cold. Three men lay on the ground, pools of blood forming beneath them. She found it highly unlikely they could save any of them, but one of the men groaned, and she called to Eric, “Over here!”
“I’ll be right there,” he called back as she knelt beside the man, who had one shot to the stomach and another that seemed to have just missed his heart but probably caught a lung. She glanced back to find her partner checking the other two men. He directed a team to one that still had a pulse, and another team knelt by the man that was no longer breathing. As she gazed around, she noticed a fourth man sitting on the hood of a police car, holding pressure to his shoulder. He could wait for a moment, if that was the only injury he had. The last bus would be around the corner any moment.
She turned her attention back to her own victim. She checked him over for other injuries as Eric put pressure to the two wounds. She found nothing else and started taking vitals. “His blood pressure is low, but his heart rate is good,” she told Eric as he started to field dress the gunshots. “If we can stop the bleeding, he should be alright.”
“This one’s close to the heart,” Eric muttered as he bandaged the upper wound.
“I don’t think it caught his heart, but he’s gurgling a little. There might be blood leaking into his lungs.” All they had to do was hurry, and the ER would fix that. He wouldn’t drown that way. She moved up to look at his face. “Can you hear me, sir? What’s your name?”
He moved his mouth, but nothing came out. She waited, and one eye blinked open. He breathed something, and she leaned over to listen. “Miguel Sauza.”
She nodded. “Okay, Mr. Sauza, we just need you to keep still and stay with us. We’ll get you fixed up.” She met Eric’s eyes. “I’ll get the stretcher.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Susan hurried over to the bus and opened the back to roll the stretcher out, but before she could grab the handle, something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. She turned, and her stomach dr
opped. Four men in leather jackets leaned against a police car with their legs spread. She ignored the one on the left, his jacket different, but she recognized the insignia on the other three. Her father had just admired the same Steel Talons logo a couple of hours ago.
She knew she needed to move, that a man’s life was at stake, but she stood rooted to the spot, transfixed, as each man was patted down and handcuffed. She recognized the big one – he was the guy who’d come for Jim. She thought she’d seen the second one somewhere, but she hadn’t connected him to the motorcycle club until now. She held her breath as the third one turned, hands cuffed, the officer guiding him toward a black and white.
Jim.
“Susan! We need that stretcher!” Eric’s voice carried to her from where Sauza still needed to be moved. But she didn’t go. The sound of her name had jerked Jim’s head around, and he’d spotted her. He stared at her with wide eyes.
In her mind, Susan saw the event. Whatever business the club did, Jim had been with them, and they’d had to meet these men who were now dead or close to it. But something had gone wrong, and like every other motorcycle-riding son of a bitch, rather than handling the problem with words and negotiations, Jim had pulled a gun and fired. She could see in that moment Jim’s gun, pointed at Miguel Sauza, firing twice, the backfire making Jim’s hand jump. And in her mental image, he stared in disgust at the man the whole time, with no remorse.
Jim stared at her, even as the officer pushed his head down to put him in the car, and Susan hardened her heart, forced the tears back, and turned away. He’d put on a good show, the whole time, but he was no better than anything she’d ever thought a guy in his position could be. She’d been stupid to believe otherwise, just because he could turn on the charm and play a tender role. He was ruthless and heartless and now, even if she could have gotten past that before, she sure as hell couldn’t get past this.
She had enough humiliation in her life. Thank god she hadn’t told Eric about him. Here she was, responding to the scene of a crime like a good citizen in a service role, and the guy she was screwing, who she’d mistakenly let herself feel something for, was being arrested for the crime. She couldn’t do it. Susan had fought against the stigma her father left behind, and she’d realized in talking to him she was better off for the struggle. But what good would come of being connected to a man who was part of a gang and got arrested in public for shooting and maybe killing another man?
“Susan! Come on!” Eric shouted, and she hurried to him with the stretcher. They worked together to lift the man onto it, and after strapping him down, they rolled him as quickly and gently as possible to the bus.
“Excuse me,” an officer called, coming over to them. He jumped in the back of the ambulance after Susan, putting a handcuff around the man’s wrist and latching the other side to the stretcher. “I’ll meet you at the hospital. This man’s under our custody as long as he’s alive.”
Susan instinctively wanted to ask what had happened, but at this point, what did it matter? She nodded to the officer as he dismounted, and Eric started the engine. She latched the back door and kept her eye on her patient, her heart aching. She hated herself right now for being weak and desperate, and for trusting someone against her better judgment. But she hated Jim even more for disappointing her.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
At the hospital, they turned Miguel Sauza over to the emergency room crew and waited for the officer to point him in the right direction. Eric checked to make sure they weren’t needed on the scene again and then confronted Susan. “What the hell happened to you today? I barely had those wounds packed, and his lung was filling with blood while you stood around forever. That’s not like you, Susan.”
She didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to think. But she owed her partner something. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’m not sure what happened.”
“I do.” His tone was softer now, and she stared at him, surprised. He smiled. “Come on, Susan, I probably know you as well as or better than my own wife. We spend about the same amount of time together, maybe more. You saw the guy from the bike accident the other night. I think you feel shitty about the fact that he’s going to jail. Would it make you feel any better if I told you that, according to the rumors, he wasn’t even armed?”
If only I could believe that. We were together less than two hours ago. How could he have left her and gone out to shoot someone? But she’d seen the evidence with her own eyes, and she knew he had at least one gun. She’d seen it in his house just this morning.
She told Eric, “I’m sorry, but I have to go. I think I’m going to be sick.”
“Susan!” he called after her, but she ignored him. The fire station wasn’t far, and she could walk back and get her car. She had something she had to do, and it couldn’t wait.
Processing took less time than it had the last time Jim had come through this godawful place. That would have been more of a relief if he hadn’t had an imprint of Susan’s horrified expression stuck on his mind, in his eyes, since he’d been hauled off. The worst thing was, the only person who’d even fired was Weasel, who wasn’t even supposed to be there. No one had expected the ambush.
“Well, well, well, you’ve been in here for all of five minutes, and you’ve already got a visitor.” The guard came up to the metal bars, hands on his belt, acting as pompous as a cat that just caught the mouse. The jackass hadn’t even been the one to book them.
Jim scowled at him. “Great.” He waited to see Ari or one of his brothers and wondered why the hell they were here if they weren’t posting bail. But instead, Susan appeared in front of him, her expression somber.
“Get out of here,” Jim snarled at the guard. The man ambled away with a chuckle, and Jim stood from where he sat on the bench to walk toward Susan.
He stared at her, but her eyes were hard, impenetrable. “Susan, I didn’t do this.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, her voice flat. “It doesn’t matter if you did it or not. You’re a part of this, Jim, and it’s exactly what I didn’t want you involved in.”
Something inside his chest squeezed at his lungs, and it was hard for him to breathe as she said those words. “Come on, I’ll be out in a heartbeat, and the charges will be dropped. We didn’t ask for this. Those guys rolled up out of nowhere. One guy pulled a gun, and he’s at the hospital right now.”
She nodded. “I know. He got hit in the shoulder. Do you realize two men are dead, and the third will be lucky if he doesn’t drown in his own blood?” She stepped away from the bars, out of his reach. “I told you I didn’t want to be at home, waiting and wondering if you weren’t coming back. If things had gone differently today, you’d either be in prison for the rest of your life or dead.”
“I told you I would be fine, and I am.” But he knew now there was no sense in arguing. She was angry, hurt, and frightened. He’d either lost her or needed to give her the space to come to terms with things. Whatever was about to happen, it wasn’t good, and Jim knew Boxer had been right all along. He should never have gotten involved with her.
“Listen to me, Susan,” he said, searching her face for any hint of softness. “I know you’re way out of my league, and we come from two different worlds. But you saw something in me that you liked, or you wouldn’t have asked me to meet your father.”
She laughed, but it was a sad sound. “We all make mistakes, Jim.” He watched her search his gaze. “Tell me something, Jim. When the police showed up, did you have a gun in your hand?”
He nodded. It was better not to lie right now. “I did. But I never raised it, and I never fired it. I pulled it in case I had to defend myself.”
“That’s not good enough.” She looked away. “I’m sorry, Jim. I really did feel something for you. But I can’t do this anymore. It was good while it lasted, and I hope the best for you.” She walked away without another word.
Jim sat down, covering his face with his hands. When had he let his emotions grow so raw and open again
? He’d shut down after losing Trina, but Susan had just torn open old wounds, and he was bleeding inside.
Full of rage and the pain of loss, Jim called out, “Guard!”
The man came around the corner with an amused face. “Boy, you pissed her off pretty bad.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Shut up, asshole. I’ve got a request, and you’d better listen.”
“Oh, really? And what if I don’t?”
Jim gave him a sinister smile. “You know why I’m in here. I don’t like when people get in my way. Now, I want to speak to Chief of Police Edward Hudson, and I want him here in less than an hour. And when he gets here, you had better pray I’m not all kinds of pissed off at you. And that none of my brothers are pissed at you, either.”
“Whatever, you ragtag piece of shit. Why would Hudson want to speak to you?”
Jim’s grin spread further. “Because he’s an old friend of my father. And my Uncle Eddie is pretty protective of his nephew.” The fear in the guard’s eyes gave Jim a sense of satisfaction that at least temporarily turned off the pain. He’d be out of this joint, along with Weasel, Boxer, and Digger, before the afternoon was out.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
“Honey, you look lonely over here,” came a voice that sounded far away and muddled to Jim’s ears. Or maybe it was in his head because when he looked up from the drink in front of him, the source of the voice seemed just as distant and blurred. With a slow grin, he said, “I am lonely. But aren’t we all?”
The giggle that followed sounded like Christmas bells, and the voice slurred, “Can I offer you some company? My friend and I would love to sit with you for a while.”
Jim waved—not quite hearing her or caring what she wanted. He turned back to his drink, drowning in the haze of drunkenness. The charges for the gunfight had been dropped, based on a lack of evidence against Jim and his brothers, as well as improper police procedures. However, it was little solace to be on the outside, considering Susan wouldn’t answer his calls or texts and didn’t even seem to be at her apartment.
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