Fatal Jeopardy

by Marie Force

  “Looks like someone is having dessert before dinner,” Sam said.

  Scotty handed over the change without being prompted. “Don’t worry. I’ll still eat a ton of pizza.” With his free hand, he reached for Nick’s hockey bag and started toward the door, the bag rolling behind him. Over his shoulder, he said, “I’ll get this, but only cuz you’re injured.”

  “Thanks, buddy.” Leaning in close to Sam, Nick said, “I make him take care of and carry his own equipment. Never too soon to learn that lesson.”

  As they made their way through the crowded rink, Sam noticed people watching them with a mix of curiosity and envy. The curiosity stemmed from the high-profile lives they led. The envy came from the women, who took extra-long looks at Nick. He was even hotter than usual with his cheeks red from the cold and the workout and his hair mussed from the helmet.

  Feeling possessive of what was hers, Sam curled her hand around his arm, and then smiled with satisfaction when he raised his arm, put it around her and brought her in tight against his uninjured side. She knew a rare moment of complete contentment with her husband’s arm around her, their son walking in front of them and a full week off to spend together before they confronted the looming reality of her dad’s surgery.

  Let them all look, she thought as a group of women stopped talking to watch him go by, one of them actually having the nerve to lick her lips. He’s all mine. The funny thing was, if you could call it funny, he didn’t even notice the women checking him out. His gaze was fixed firmly on Scotty, watching over the boy as always.

  Snuggled up to him, Sam could tell he was favoring his left side, which meant he was probably more injured than he was letting on. She withdrew her phone from her jacket pocket, looked for their friend Harry’s phone number in her contacts and put through the call before Nick noticed.

  “Hi there,” Sam said when Harry answered. “Am I getting you at a bad time?”

  “Not at all. What’s up?”

  “Your buddy Nick took a hard hit to the left side during a hockey game just now, in the same neighborhood as the earlier rib fracture. I was wondering if you might be able to meet us at the ER in about ninety minutes or so.”

  “Why the delay?”

  “I’m told I have to feed him first.”

  Nick scowled playfully down at her, but she could see the pain reflected in his hazel eyes.

  “Tell him to be careful,” Harry said. “I doubt he wants to go through another collapsed lung.”

  “No chance of that,” Nick said, speaking toward the phone so Harry could hear him.

  “See you in an hour and a half,” Harry said.

  “Thanks, Harry.”

  “No problem. You two are enough on your own to keep me in business.”

  “Hardy har-har.” Harry was still laughing when she closed the phone and stashed it in her pocket. “Always a comedian, that one.”

  When they reached Nick’s black BMW, he held the passenger door for her.

  “No way, buster. You’re not driving. Get in.”

  “I’ll remember this the next time you have blood streaming down your face and tell me you’re fine and don’t need a doctor.” This was said as he moved gingerly into the car.

  Scotty snorted behind his hand and got into the backseat after stashing Nick’s hockey bag and stick in the trunk.

  “I heard that,” Sam said to Scotty when she got into the driver’s seat. She loved driving Nick’s car. It was like a vacation from her basic, boring department car. When she punched the accelerator in his car, things happened.

  They went for pizza at the same place Nick had taken her when they first got together during the O’Connor investigation. As soon as they were seated, he reached for her hand under the table and winked at her, reminding her of the night they’d held hands under the cover of the tablecloth when their relationship was still the best-kept secret in Washington.

  Back then, being seen holding hands with him in public would’ve put her career in jeopardy. Now she could touch him and kiss him and sleep with him and live with him and be with him any time she wanted. How far they’d come in eleven months. He glanced at her, and she knew he was also thinking of the first time they’d come here together and how much had changed since then.

  He gave her hand a squeeze that had her leaning her head on his shoulder, proud to make a public declaration of her love for him—as long as there were no cops in sight. Her PDA rules when it came to her colleagues were still quite stringent.

  After Scotty and Nick polished off a large and a small pizza while Sam stuck to salad, they dropped Scotty at her dad’s house, three doors down from their place on Ninth Street.

  “We’re apt to be a while at the ER,” Sam said, “so we’ll see you in the morning. Okay?”

  “That’s fine,” Scotty said. “Abby and Ethan are sleeping over too. We’ll have fun.”

  “Enjoy the cousin time, buddy,” Nick said.

  “Hope your ribs are okay, Nick. Will you guys text me and let me know what Harry says?”

  “We sure will,” Nick said. “It’s nothing like the last time, so nothing to worry about.”

  “Okay.”

  Sam watched Scotty scamper up the ramp and into Skip and Celia’s house, where he was a daily visitor. Scotty and her dad had become fast friends and could talk for hours about everything and nothing. Sam loved watching the two of them together, and she adored Scotty even more for making Skip an important part of his new life.

  “The boy is becoming very comfortable in his new world,” Nick said as Sam pulled away from the curb and headed for the George Washington University Hospital on 23rd Street, where she was a frequent flyer.

  “I was just thinking the same thing as I watched him go busting into Skip’s place like he owns the joint.”

  “I love that.”

  “So do I,” Sam said. “What’s the latest from Andy on the adoption? I’ll be happy when it’s signed, sealed and delivered.”

  “I will too. I expect to talk to him early this week about a few things, and that’s number one on my list.”

  “He’s been a huge help to Gonzo on the custody situation with Alex. I can’t believe that’s going to court on Thanksgiving week, of all times. I sure hope it goes his way. I don’t even want to think about the alternative.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Nick said. “The fact that he’s had custody all this time has to count for something.”

  “I hope so.” Baby Alex had come into Detective Tommy “Gonzo” Gonzales’s life last winter when a woman from Gonzo’s past let him know he’d fathered a child. Now the child’s mother was back in the picture, her drug problem rehabbed and her scumbag boyfriend out of the picture. Sam would never let on to Gonzo that she was worried about the baby’s mom getting custody after all the effort she’d put into changing her life.

  At the hospital’s Emergency entrance, Nick insisted he was capable of walking in with her and didn’t need to be dropped off.

  “I’m going to remember all of this the next time I’m the one who’s injured. You’re a terrible patient.”

  “Like you have any room to talk about being a terrible patient,” he said with a scoff. “I’m totally fine. You’re totally overreacting, and this is me humoring you. You might want to try it sometime. It’s really good for marital tranquility.”

  “If you weren’t already injured I might be tempted to punch you for using the H word. No one humors me.”

  “If that’s what you want to believe, my love, have at it.”

  Sam was still scowling at him when they entered the ER through automatic doors that swept them into the madhouse that was the waiting room. She was doubly glad she’d called ahead when she saw Harry waiting for them at the check-in desk.

  As he waved them in, she saw Nick hesitate.
No doubt he was considering how it would look to the scores of people waiting their turn when they walked right in, which was yet another downside to being recognized everywhere they went.

  “Glad to see you guys,” Harry said jovially—and loudly. “I’ve got those forms you need in my office. Right this way.”

  “Very smooth, Dr. Flynn,” Sam said with a smile for their good friend.

  “Extremely smooth,” Nick added. “Thank you.”

  “I know how our resident politician thinks,” Harry said as he escorted them into an exam room. “Now let’s see the boo-boo so we can all go home.”

  With a roll of his eyes for his friend, Nick took off his coat and reached for the hem of his long-sleeved polo shirt.

  Judging by the way he moved, Sam could tell he was in real pain, and when he revealed his chest, she could see why. She gasped at the angry purple bruises already decorating his left side. “Holy shit! I never would’ve taken you for pizza if I’d seen that!”

  “It’s fine, babe. It looks worse than it feels. I swear.”

  Harry leaned in for a closer look, then gently pressed against Nick’s side, drawing a sharp intake of air from him. “It’s going to require an X-ray to make sure nothing’s broken. I’ll get that going. Be right back.”

  When they were alone, Sam said, “Just for the record, you totally downplayed this, and you won’t do that again. Got me?”

  He smiled and reached for her from his perch on the exam table. “Come here.”

  “I don’t want to. I’m mad at you.”

  “Samantha...I need you.”

  “Oh, now, don’t do that! I’m trying to be extremely pissed with you.”

  “Please?”

  Staring at the handsome face she loved more than life itself, she stepped into his outstretched arms.

  “That’s much better,” he said.

  “Why are you comforting me when you’re the one who’s hurt?”

  “Because I know from lots and lots and lots of experience that it’s harder to see the one you love get hurt than it is to be hurt yourself.”

  Sam released a dramatic sigh. “You do that on purpose, don’t you?”

  “Do what?”

  “Say things to make me all fluttery when I want to be so mad with you.”

  His quiet chuckle made her smile as she made herself comfortable in his arms—her favorite place to be.

  “Do you two ever give it a rest?” Harry asked when he returned to find them wrapped up in each other.

  “As infrequently as we possibly can,” Nick said. “We’re on vacation this week, so leave us alone.”

  “I’ll be happy to leave you alone as soon as I get some film on those ribs.” A nurse came into the room, pushing a wheelchair.

  Nick groaned in protest. “I don’t need that.”

  “Hospital policy,” Sam and Harry said in stereo.

  “She ought to know,” Harry said, pointing his thumb at Sam.

  They cajoled Nick into the wheelchair, and Harry got them in and out of X-ray in record time. By the time he returned to the wheelchair for the ride back to the ER, Nick was sweating and obviously breathing through the pain of being twisted and turned on the table.

  “Worse than advertised,” Sam declared.

  “No, it isn’t.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Now, children, don’t bicker,” Harry said. “The proof is in the films.” Back in the exam room, he popped the X-rays into a light box and took a close-up look at Nick’s ribs. “I don’t see any sign of a fracture this time around.” He pointed to a shaded area. “That’s where the earlier break was, but it’s healed up nicely. I declare this latest injury a bad bruise and order you to take it easy for the next week. I’ll prescribe something for the pain.”

  “Taking it easy is very doable,” Nick said with a smug smile for Sam. “That’s the plan for this week anyway.”

  “Excellent.” Harry shut off the light box. “I’d recommend staying off the ice for a couple of weeks too. It might be time to admit you aren’t as young as you used to be.”

  “Hey! I’m not even thirty-seven yet!”

  “Soon enough, my friend.” To Sam, Harry said, “Keep him quiet for the next week to ten days.”

  “There goes my all-sex-all-the-time plan for the vacation,” she said with a pout that made both men laugh.

  “You can do all the work, babe.”

  “On that note,” Harry said, signing a form and handing it to Sam along with a prescription for pain meds, “you’re released. Call me if anything starts to seriously hurt, and don’t delay for pizza or anything else. Got me?”

  “Yes, sir,” Nick said. “Let’s get together with the boys this week. It’s been too long.”

  “I’d love to.”

  “Thanks for coming in special for us,” Sam said.

  Harry kissed her cheek on the way by. “Anything for you guys.”

  Sam helped Nick back into his shirt and coat and took hold of his hand on the way to the car. She held the door for him and waited until he was settled to go around to the driver’s side.

  “I hate to say I told you so, babe, but...”

  Sam glanced at him. “In this case, I don’t mind being wrong. We’ve had enough serious injuries over the last year to last us a lifetime. I’m fine with a bad bruise, and I’ll be sure to kiss it better every chance I get this week.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “That almost makes getting hurt worth it. I’m picturing a lot of time on my back watching you do what you do best.”

  “You have such a dirty mind, Senator,” she said with a laugh.

  “You inspire me. Speaking of inspiration, the boy is at Skip’s tonight, so we can be loud like the old days.”

  “There’ll be none of that tonight. You’re injured.”

  “Yes, there will. Harry said I’m fine.”

  “He said you have to take it easy.”

  “I will take it easy. I’ll let you have your wicked way with me.”

  The “argument” continued at the pharmacy while they waited for his prescription to be filled. At home, Sam parked at the curb outside their house and held the passenger door for him. As they walked up the ramp to their house they stopped short at the sight of a bundle on the stoop.

  “What the hell?” Sam said.

  Nick used the flashlight app on his smartphone to shine some light on the area. The “bundle” let out a moan, making them startle. “Is that blood?”

  Sam dropped to her knees and leaned in for a closer look. She pushed dark hair back off the face and cried out in dismay when she recognized the girl underneath all the blood and bruises. “Oh my God! It’s Brooke!”

  Chapter Two

  “Call nine-one-one.” Sam lifted the thin sheet that covered her niece and discovered she was naked underneath. “Holy shit,” she whispered as Brooke shivered uncontrollably, and Sam tried to identify the source of the blood using only her hands to guide her. When she couldn’t find any sign of an open wound upon a quick check of the areas she could reach without moving her, Sam whipped off her own coat and put it over her niece, who smelled of booze and vomit.

  “Brooke, it’s Auntie Sam. Can you hear me? Say something.” In the background, Sam was aware of Nick calling for an ambulance and a follow-up call to Harry, telling him to get back to the hospital ASAP.

  “It’s Sam’s niece,” she heard him say over the roar of her own heart, which seemed to be beating in her ears. “We found her bloody and unconscious on our front stoop when we got home.”

  “Will you turn on the porch light and get some blankets?” Sam said when Nick ended the call with Harry. “I have to call Tracy.” Sam’s mind was racing almost as fast as her h
eart was pounding. In the span of minutes, she came up with what felt like a million questions.

  “Can we move her inside?”

  “No. We shouldn’t move her until the paramedics get here. What’s taking so long?”

  “I’ll get the blankets and call Tracy. What should I tell her?”

  “That Brooke is here and not feeling well. Tell her to meet us at the GW ER.”

  The porch light came on, and Sam winced at the sight of Brooke’s bruised and swollen face. “God, what happened to you, and where the hell are the paramedics?”

  In the distance she finally heard the sound of sirens getting closer. “Hang in there, honey.”

  Nick came out with a couple of blankets. “Tracy’s freaking out. She wanted to come here, but I told her to go to the hospital. Mike is with her, and he’s going to drive.”

  Sam nodded and helped him cover Brooke with the blankets.

  “Where’s all the blood coming from?” Nick asked.

  “I can’t tell, and I’m afraid to move her.” Sam pulled her cell phone from her pocket and realized her hands were shaking when she couldn’t make them cooperate to call her partner.

  Nick took the phone from her. “Who do you want?”

  “Freddie.”

  Nick put through the call and handed the phone to her.

  “We’re on vacation,” Freddie said with a sleepy-sounding groan.

  “I need you.”

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately on alert.

  Sam quickly filled him in on what was going on. “I need someone to canvas my neighborhood to see if we can figure out how she got here. And I need someone who isn’t going to blab all over town that my niece was found naked and bleeding on my doorstep. I need you, Freddie.”

  “I’m coming. Of course I’m coming. I’ll get Gonzo too. If there’s anything to find, we’ll find it.”

  “Keep it between us for now. I’ll pay you out of my own pocket if need be.”

  “For you, we’d do it for nothing, and you know it.”

  “Thank you,” she said, her voice breaking on the words.