Stress Fracture: Book One in the Dub Walker Series

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by D P Lyle


  My left arm, now supporting us both, quavered. I knew that if I collapsed to a prone position, I would have no leverage and would be finished. Where was T-Tommy?

  I attempted to twist and buck against him, but his strength proved to be too much. The pressure in my head seemed to push my eyes from their sockets. The room spun, and the window above me seemed to twist, flex, and melt. For some odd reason it reminded me of a Dali painting. My arm gave way and I collapsed forward, forehead striking the floor. Supported only by my knees and forehead, I fought to remain conscious.

  “Have a nice death, Dub.” He pulled on the belt.

  I searched for some way out. I needed T-Tommy, I needed the cavalry. I twisted and turned but couldn’t break free. My lungs burned, my vision dimmed, and my forehead and knees screamed for relief.

  Do something.

  I slipped my left hand into my jacket pocket and yanked out the small bottle of Tabasco, spinning the cap off with my thumb. I shook a generous amount into my cupped right hand.

  Brian leaned forward and pressed his lips close to my ear. “Goodbye, asshole.”

  I jerked my left shoulder up, against his chin. He recoiled slightly. I gave another hard twist of my shoulder and managed to turn just enough so that I could slam my right palm into his face. The fiery liquid splashed into his eyes, up his nose.

  Kurtz screamed and leapt to his feet, clawing at his face.

  I rose to all fours, tugged the belt loose, and gulped air. Getting my feet under me, I lunged at him with all the strength I could muster, driving my shoulder into his chest, knocking him backward.

  He staggered, arms flailing, and crashed into the window behind him. The glass shattered and the aluminum frame groaned, then collapsed under the impact of his weight. He toppled through the window, screaming as he fell.

  CHAPTER 74

  FRIDAY 8:32 P.M.

  I STOOD WITH CLAIRE, TWENTY OR SO FEET FROM WHERE Kurtz’s body lay. Dead, he seemed ordinary, not the enraged beast he had been just minutes earlier. Not the monster Hublein had created. I hugged Claire tightly. I never wanted to let her go. A near-death experience will do that to you.

  T-Tommy walked up and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”

  My voice was barely a whisper. “I’m fine. You?”

  “Scratch.”

  “Dub,” Luther said as he approached. “Good work. Claire filled me in on this whole operation. Just when you think you’ve seen everything, something like this happens.”

  “Sounds like you have a couple dozen more Kurtzes to find.”

  “Scotty and the guys are on it. They’re up in Hublein’s office packaging up the remaining files.”

  “What about Pearce?” I asked.

  Luther shook his head. “Didn’t make it.”

  “He was Kurtz’s partner in this.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “The cell phone. Pearce had it. Used it to call nine-one-one. It’s the same phone he used to call me.”

  Luther rubbed his forehead, shook his head. “So Pearce was Kurtz’s controller. The rational voice.”

  “Looks that way.”

  “Who exactly was Pearce?” T-Tommy asked.

  I shrugged. “Not sure, but I’d check out a drug company called Danko-Meyer. They were in a serious competition with Spellman to develop a new drug for PTSD. Spellman made the drug Kurtz and the others were taking.”

  “Why do think that?”

  “Got it from an old med school classmate. He’s a researcher up at the NIH now.”

  “A drug competition? Is that worth all this?”

  I nodded. “Billions, Luther. It’s worth billions.”

  Luther shook his head. “Don’t it always come down to money?”

  I looked at T-Tommy. “Let’s go by the hospital and get your ear looked at.”

  “Just a scratch.”

  “Humor me.”

  The Channel 8 truck rolled up. “Time to work,” Claire said.

  “I’ll go over to the ER with T-Tommy,” I said. “Have them drop you there when you’re done.”

  “Will do.”

  “Then you can take me home and put me to bed.”

  “That’s the best offer I’ve had all day.” She slapped my butt.

  CHAPTER 75

  MONDAY 11:32 A.M.

  IT WAS A FUNERAL KIND OF DAY. DRIZZLE FELL FROM A HAMMERED pewter sky and a cool breeze pushed in from the north. Didn’t feel like July.

  Over a hundred HPD and sheriff’s department officers attended Mike Savage’s graveside service in Maple Hill Cemetery. Raincoats covered their uniforms and fat raindrops tapped the umbrellas that sprouted above their heads. Several of the guys who had worked with Mike over the years spoke, including T-Tommy and Luther. And me. Wasn’t easy. Wasn’t nearly enough.

  After the crowd began to head for the shelter of their cars, I stood at the edge of the rectangular pit and stared at the gray-metallic casket. “We got the bastards, buddy. For what it’s worth, we got them.” I walked toward the car where T-Tommy and Claire stood talking beneath an umbrella.

  “You okay?” Claire asked.

  “Been better.” I glanced back toward the grave. Two workers were shoveling dirt into the hole. I looked away. Didn’t want to see that. I looked at T-Tommy. “Anything new?”

  “We’ve located all the other subjects. Except for Robert Swenson. Still a murder warrant out on him.”

  “Kurtz’s tox report? Anything on that yet?” We had couriered samples up to NMS in Pennsylvania Saturday morning. They agreed to rush the work. Helped that they knew what to look for.

  T-Tommy nodded. “They called a couple of hours ago. Right before I headed over here. Kurtz had toxic levels of that drug in his system. Toxicologist said that his blood, liver, and muscle tissues were saturated with it. Said that to reach those levels he must have been given a series of very large doses over several weeks. Maybe longer. Looks like Pearce had been tampering with the dosing and with the lab results. The syringe you guys found at the scene contained a large concentration of the drug and a hefty amount of methamphetamine.”

  “Why would Pearce do that? What was the payoff?”

  “Scotty did some digging into Harold Pearce’s background. Had to use some of my DC sources. Ex-marine intel. Ex-CIA. Lot of wet work. Iraq, Iran, Bosnia, North Africa, even Russia. Didn’t play well with others, though. A handful of reprimands in his file. Punched out a general once. Ended up leaving the military and hooked up with a guy named Lawrence Smithson.”

  “And he is?”

  “CEO of Danko-Meyer.”

  “So this Smithson guy hired Pearce to sabotage his competitor,” I said, more a statement than a question.

  T-Tommy nodded. “Don’t have it all nailed down, but it sure smells that way.”

  Claire shrugged. “Money trumps all.”

  Ain’t it so.

  CHAPTER 76

  MONDAY 2:41 P.M.

  I DON’T KNOW HOW I ENDED UP HERE.

  After Claire and I left Maple Hill, I drove up over the mountain, intending to head home. Instead I drove past my street and back down the hill. I was too restless. Didn’t want to be confined. I felt as if the case had been solved, yet not. As if it had been neatly wrapped, yet a corner had worked loose. As if something inside me needed to get out. To Claire’s credit, she seemed to sense that I needed to be lost inside myself and said nothing, letting me zigzag all over the city.

  I drove north, and then south, and then found myself on I-65 south, toward Birmingham. Then I was at the UAB Medical Center. Where I had spent nearly four hard years. I drove past the buildings and hospital wings that had been my life so many years ago. My entire life. Seemed as though I rarely ventured beyond those walls.

  I drove past the ER. The new one. It had been moved out of the Old Hillman Building, where it had been when I was there, and into the new North Pavilion. The move didn’t change things much, though. The receiving ramp was busy. It was always busy. Like it
had been that night twelve years ago. Now three ambulances sat there, having disgorged the ill and injured.

  I continued farther down Fifth Avenue and turned into a parking lot. The parking lot. The one where Jill had waited for me. The one where someone besides me met her. Took her. I pulled up next to the exact space where my car had sat that night. It was empty.

  I left the engine running and got out of the car. I ignored the light rain and stared at the space. Slicked with rain and oil stains, it looked like a black hole. It looked like a grave.

  “I’m so sorry, Jill.” I sniffed. “I always will be.”

  I stood for a few minutes and then wiped tears from my eyes and got back into the car.

  “Are you okay?” Claire asked.

  “No.” I would never be okay. I pulled from the lot.

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