Shadow Dance_ A Novel Part 33

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"Someone needs to call him. He'll want to know. And we need a priest here now."

"She's not going to die," Zachary, the youngest, shouted angrily.

Noah had separated himself from the family. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He couldn't talk now. Standing in front of a window across the room from the others, he stared blankly out into the night. It was difficult to breathe, impossible to think. He was in a cold rage. Blood...there had been so much blood. He had felt Jordan slipping away from him.

This waiting was horrific. He'd been shot before, and he remembered it had hurt like h.e.l.l, but that pain was nothing compared to what Noah was feeling now. If he lost her...Oh G.o.d...he couldn't lose her...couldn't live without her...

Nick had taken the elevator down to Laurant's room to tell her what had happened. His wife was sound asleep, and so he decided not to wake her. He pulled the plug on the television set on his way out the door and told the nurse on duty not to mention the shooting. Tomorrow would be soon enough to hear such bad news.



When Nick returned to the surgical floor, he spotted Noah standing alone. He went to stand beside him.

And the wait continued.

Twenty minutes later, the surgeon, Dr. Emmett, walked into the room. He was smiling as he pulled off his cap. Judge Buchanan rushed to meet him.

"Jordan did just fine," the doctor said. "The bullet went through her rib cage, and she lost some blood, but I expect a full recovery."

The judge shook the doctor's hand and thanked him profusely.

"How soon can we see her?" he asked.

"She's in recovery now, and she's already coming out of the anesthesia. I'll let one of you go in, but only for a minute. She needs to rest." The surgeon started for the door. "If you'll follow me."

The judge didn't move. "Noah?"

"Sir?"

"If she's awake, give her our love."

Nick had to give him a shove to get him moving. The news that Jordan was going to be okay had made Noah weak with relief. He followed the doctor down the hall.

"Just one minute," Dr. Emmett instructed. "I want her to sleep."

Jordan was the only patient in the recovery room. A nurse was checking her IV, and when she saw Noah, she stepped out of the way.

Jordan's eyes were closed.

"Is she in pain?" he asked.

"No," said the nurse. "She's coming in and out of consciousness."

Noah stood beside her bed, content to watch her sleep. His hand rested on top of hers, and he could feel the warmth. The color was returning to her face.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead and then whispered into her ear, "I love you, Jordan. You hear me? I love you, and I'm never letting you go."

"Noah..." Her voice was a hoa.r.s.e whisper. She didn't open her eyes as she said his name.

He wasn't sure she had heard him, and so he tried to soothe her. "I love you. You're going to be okay. The surgery is over, and you're in recovery. You need to rest now. Sleep, Sugar."

She tried to raise her hand, and her brow wrinkled into a frown.

"Sleep now," he whispered, gently stroking her hair.

"He shot me." Though weak, her voice was surprisingly clear.

"Yes, you were shot, but you're going to be fine."

She struggled to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy. "I saw him."

She drifted off again. Noah waited. She saw him? She saw the shooter? Did she know what she was saying?

She whispered the words again. "I saw him."

Her voice faded. He leaned over her with his ear close to her lips. Her words were faint but slow and measured. "He tried to kill me...Dave...Trumbo."

She fell back into a deep sleep.

DID J JORDAN UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE HAD TOLD HIM? OR was she hallucinating from the drugs that were still in her system? Noah had to make sure. He waited by the side of her bed, and each time she awoke he asked her again to tell him what she had seen. was she hallucinating from the drugs that were still in her system? Noah had to make sure. He waited by the side of her bed, and each time she awoke he asked her again to tell him what she had seen.

The answer was always the same. Dave Trumbo.

Her eyes were open now, and he could see that she was in pain.

"You have to let her sleep," the nurse told him. "You've been in here fifteen minutes, and that's enough time."

"She's hurting," he said anxiously.

"Yes," she said. "I was just about to give her something. It's important to keep ahead of the pain. She'll sleep until tomorrow. She'll be moved to ICU by then."

The nurse injected morphine into the IV. He waited until she had finished and then asked, "Does she know what she's saying?"

"I doubt it," she answered. "Most of my patients don't make much sense at all. And she won't remember anything she said by tomorrow."

Noah kissed Jordan again and went out into the hallway. Nick leaned against the wall, waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do," Noah said. "I can't think..."

"Jordan's going to be okay. Take a breath, Noah. It'll be all right."

He didn't understand. "Yeah, I know she's going to be okay. That's not the problem now. She told me something, and I don't know if I should believe her or not."

"What'd she tell you?"

"She saw the shooter," he said. "She's pretty out of it," he admitted, "but she kept saying the same thing. Her voice was getting stronger, and she seemed more alert. I tell you, I think she did see the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I heard the car tearing out of the parking lot, but I got outside too late to see it."

"I don't know if you can believe anything she said. She's drugged..."

Noah threaded his fingers through his hair in agitation. "The nurse told me she hears some crazy things, but still..."

"You gotta wait until Jordan really wakes up. She's going to be in so much pain they'll keep her sedated for at least twenty-four hours. It will be a while before she's lucid."

Noah shook his head. "She saw him, and she told me who he was. Dave Trumbo. He's the guy who sells cars in Bourbon. A big shot around Serenity. I don't think you met him."

"Why would a car salesman come all the way to Boston to kill Jordan?"

"I don't know, but ten to one he wouldn't come here unless he thought she could connect him to the three murders in Serenity. I'm not going to wait around until she's clear of the pain medication."

"You can't put his name out there yet. What if it's all in Jordan's head? You have to have more before you go after him."

Noah nodded. "It's Trumbo."

"Easy way to find out. Call him at home. If he answers the phone, you'll know Jordan dreamed it up."

Nick got the number from information. He made sure he'd blocked the caller ID and handed the phone to Noah.

Trumbo's wife answered.

Noah's voice was syrupy sweet. "Hi, there. This is Bob. I'm really sorry I'm callin' so late."

"Oh, it isn't late," she said.

"Could I speak to Dave? He told me to call him if I had a question about my car, and darned if I can't figure out this remote alarm thing."

"I'm so sorry, Bob, but Dave's not here. He's in Atlanta at a big auto show. May I take your number and have him call you?"

"I'm in a real fix. Don't know if you can hear it, but the car's alarm is blarin' away outside and is wakin' up all the neighbors. Do you happen to know where he's stayin' in Atlanta?"

"No, I don't. What a shame. He just called me a few minutes ago. But he was in such a hurry, we didn't have long to talk, so I didn't get the name of his hotel. He was planning on coming home tomorrow but said something's come up and he may have to stay in Atlanta longer. What about the service manager? I'm sure he'd be happy to help you. I could give you that number."

"I really appreciate it, but I think I should be able to work this out myself. Hope Dave's havin' a good time in Atlanta. 'Bye now."

Noah disconnected the call, looked at Nick, and said, "That son of a b.i.t.c.h is here. She said he's at an auto show in Atlanta, but he's here, Nick."

They headed down the hall toward the waiting room.

"What do you know about this Dave Trumbo?" Nick asked.

"He's a car dealer. That's about it, except for two other things. He isn't home, and he hasn't told his wife where he's staying in Atlanta."

"We need more than that to go after him. He could be taking a vacation with his mistress or maybe he really is at a car show. I'll get some agents to look for him in Atlanta. They can check the show as soon as it opens tomorrow morning."

Noah nodded. Nick was calming him down. "Okay, good," said Noah. "We've got to see what we can find out about Trumbo. Call Chadd.i.c.k and tell him what happened. See if he can get any leads to locate him. And tell him he's got to figure out a way...a quiet way...to get Trumbo's fingerprints."

"You think he's in the system?"

"That's what we need to find out. I want to know everything there is to know about him."

Nick nodded. "I'll run his name and see what I can come up with. One phone call and we can get his history."

"Is your father still here?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"I want to put a twenty-four-hour guard on Jordan, and I want her to stay in critical condition. Your father needs to know that the party line is that Jordan's still critical."

"Okay, what else?"

"Find Trumbo. If Jordan knows something that connects him to the murders, he's going to come after her again."

NICK HAD TAKEN OVER ONE OF THE HOSPITAL'S WAITING rooms and was using it as a command post as he called in every possible favor. He got Pete Morganstern out of bed to make calls because he knew the eminent doctor could get the information much quicker than either he or Noah could. rooms and was using it as a command post as he called in every possible favor. He got Pete Morganstern out of bed to make calls because he knew the eminent doctor could get the information much quicker than either he or Noah could.

Noah was also on the phone to Texas, Chadd.i.c.k had really come through for him. Noah didn't know how the agent had accomplished it, but he had gotten into Trumbo's office and had taken several items he was certain had Trumbo's fingerprints on them. One of those items was a coffee mug with the imprint "Best Dad in the World."

Chadd.i.c.k gave Noah an update while on his way to the lab. "Should have something in a couple of hours...hopefully a couple of hours," he qualified. "How is Jordan doing?" a couple of hours," he qualified. "How is Jordan doing?"

"Okay," Noah said. "She's sleeping."

"It's a h.e.l.l of a situation we've got here," Chadd.i.c.k said. "Street is on his way to the office. He'll run a computer search on Trumbo and see what he can find."

There were now at least four agents searching through the FBI's voluminous computer files, but Dr. Morganstern was the first to break the strange news to Noah.

"Dave Trumbo's life started fifteen years ago. According to the records, he didn't exist before then. New social security number, new name, new everything."

"Witness protection?"

"Maybe," Morganstern agreed. "I'm waiting to hear something more. Fingerprints would certainly save us some time. Any possibility..."

Noah told him about Chadd.i.c.k. "As soon as he knows something, he'll call. I'm betting his prints are in the system."

Noah found Nick and explained what Morganstern had found out. Nick wasn't surprised. He'd heard the same information from another source a short while ago.

Every few minutes Noah would look in on Jordan to a.s.sure himself that she was sleeping soundly. He was becoming so familiar with the monitoring devices, he didn't need to ask how her body was responding to trauma. Her pulse and blood pressure were both steady. The rhythmic beeping sound of her heart was a comfort to him.

He didn't sleep at all through the night, and when he had gone in to check on Jordan around seven, they were in the process of moving her to a private room.

"It's a step down from ICU," the nurse said. "She's doing just great. Once we get her settled, you can sit in the room with her."

It was great news. He was walking out of the unit when the nurse caught up with him.

"Excuse me...Agent Clayborne?"

Shadow Dance_ A Novel Part 33

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