Now You See Her Part 7
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Chapter 25.
ONE OF ELENA'S UNMOVING EYES, the one that wasn't shot out, was wide open, staring up at the ceiling. Blood was everywhere as if a mop bucket filled with it had been overturned. On her uniform. On a bunch of knocked-over plastic jugs of blue winds.h.i.+eld-wiper fluid. On the surgical gloves that one of the EMTs snapped off with a loud curse. Ink blots and dashes and horrid smears of copper-smelling crimson red blood.
"I'm so sorry," the female EMT said to Mulford. "Poor thing took at least half a dozen in the face and neck and another four in the lower abdomen. She'd lost too much blood by the time we got here. She's gone."
"And the other one?" Mulford said to the EMT, pointing to his left. I followed his finger to the pair of bare brown feet that poked out from the end of the aisle like the wicked witch's from under Dorothy's house.
"The station clerk?" the medic said with a shake of her head. "He took a long burst in his throat, looks like. Died instantly."
I slowly nodded again at the new knowledge. There was a third victim?
I gaped at the blood-and-brain-splattered food racks, the bra.s.s sh.e.l.l casings, the broken gla.s.s. In the air was the strong hospital stench of voided bowels. I'd never been that close to so much violence and death. It was literally a bloodbath.
I stumbled behind Mulford back outside to get away from the smell and noticed that the crowd beyond the tape seemed to have doubled in size. A tall, s.h.i.+rtless middle-aged man in cutoff shorts and a panama hat suddenly reached under the crime scene tape and lifted a sh.e.l.l casing to his red-rimmed eyes.
"Hey! Put that down!" Mulford yelled, running toward him.
That's when I noticed the gun.
On the fuel-stained asphalt, halfway between the first pump and the gas mart's front door, beside a bright yellow police evidence cone sat a flat black pistol.
When I took a step forward to look at it more closely, I saw that I was mistaken. It wasn't a normal pistol. It was a larger black submachine pistol with little holes around its barrel. It had gray duct tape around its grip and scuff marks beside the words "Intratec Miami 9mm."
I stood there bent over, staring at the weapon. I couldn't take my eyes off it, in fact.
Because it wasn't just like the gun I'd seen on Peter's boat. It was the gun from Peter's boat.
"That's a roger," Mulford said into his radio as he arrived back beside me. "Get those detectives down here ASAP. It looks like the G.o.dd.a.m.n Valentine's Day ma.s.sacre. Tell them that Officer Cardenas has been killed in a robbery-homicide. See if that gets them moving."
As I stood there, the white masts of the sailboats at the Palm Avenue marina across the street from the gas station suddenly became supervivid against the blue sky.
Peter's gun? Why was Peter's gun here? Was it really his?
"Come on, Jeanine. They took Peter to Lower Keys Medical. I'll take you right there," Mulford said.
We walked to his cruiser and got in. I jumped as the feisty little cop suddenly punched the steering wheel.
"Those f.u.c.kers," he said. After a moment, I realized he was crying. He quickly wiped his face and got the car started.
"Sorry, Jeanine," he said. "Elena was just awesome, you know? How can she be dead? At least they got Peter's bleeding under control. We can thank G.o.d for that."
"They what?" I said, sitting up as if Mulford had punched me instead of the steering wheel.
"What? No one told you?" Mulford said. "The EMTs got the bleeding under control. It looks like Peter's going to make it."
Chapter 26.
THEY'D BROUGHT PETER to the Lower Keys Medical Center five minutes from Key West on Stock Island. I was told by a male ER nurse that Peter had been taken directly to surgery.
For the next couple of hours, I sat in a cop-filled waiting room on the hospital's second floor.
After a while, the surrounding cops started drifting out into the hallway and stood in cl.u.s.ters speaking softly to one another.
From the cheap TV above the door, I watched a 7 News special report about the Jump Killer. A Filipina ma.s.sage therapist from Marathon, Florida, had gone missing, and speculation was that the Jump Killer had struck again.
The special report had just been replaced by Family Feud when a tall, gray-haired uniformed cop entered the waiting room.
"Jeanine?" he said as he crossed the room in two quick strides. "I'm Chief John Morley. Peter's boss. I can't tell you how sorry I am about all of this."
I shook his hand. I'd seen Morley's picture in the local papers before, but this was the first time I'd actually met him.
"Thank you, Chief," I said.
"Please call me John. How's Peter?"
"Still in surgery," I said.
He pulled over a chair.
"You must be going through h.e.l.l," the chief said with a sympathetic shake of his head. "It looks like Peter and Elena interrupted a holdup in progress, but when a police officer is shot, it could be anything. You mind if I ask you a few questions?"
"No, of course," I said.
"Has Peter had any disagreements with anyone that you know of? A neighbor? Anyone who might be holding a grudge against him? Strange phone calls? Can you think of an unusual reason why this happened?"
I thought about everything I'd seen last night, Peter's bizarre behavior. I decided not to mention it until I spoke to Peter.
"I'm not really sure. I don't think so," I said with a shrug.
Morley kept eye contact as he patted me on the knee.
"It could be anything, Jeanine. Has Peter been acting strangely at all lately?"
I squinted at him. He seemed to be pressing me a little. Frantically wondering how to respond, I was relieved when an attractive Asian woman in green doctor's scrubs came through the doorway a moment later.
"I'm Dr. Pyeng," she said. "Your husband is out of surgery and in stable condition. Please come with me, Mrs. Fournier.
"We were able to retrieve the bullet intact," Dr. Pyeng said as I quickly followed her out into the hall. "The gunshot tore up a lot of deep muscle tissue in his shoulder, but thankfully it missed bone. Also no major blood vessels or nerves were cut, so I'm confident there won't be any permanent damage."
Instead of heading into the elevator as I expected, we made a right through some automatic swinging doors. Dr. Pyeng stopped at the first room beyond an empty nurses' station and opened a door.
The room inside was narrow and dim. Beside the bulky hospital bed, a glowing white heart monitor beeped softly next to a half-full IV drip. Peter was lying on the wheeled bed with his eyes closed. There was a thin, pink-tinged tube under his nose. There was also a huge bandage on his left shoulder and an IV inserted into his uninjured right forearm.
"His blood pressure is looking good, so I think we're out of the woods in terms of shock," Dr. Pyeng whispered as she led me inside and closed the door.
Peter's eyes were glazed. I glanced at the IV bag.
DIAZEPAM SOLUTION, it said in bold red letters, and in smaller type, I spotted the word VALIUM.
He squeezed my hand. Then he stared at me, sighing as he broke into a wide, serene grin. "Mermaid," he whispered.
There he was again, my big teddy bear, my drinking buddy. Even lying there in a hospital bed, he was handsome. He gave me his boyish Brett Favre winning-in-overtime smile.
I held my breath as I stared down into his groggy blue eyes. They were his best feature, as pale and soft as faded denim.
His eyes closed after a few seconds, and he started snoring.
"It's the painkiller," Dr. Pyeng whispered in my ear. "He should probably get some rest now. He'll be more lucid tomorrow when you come back."
Chapter 27.
"YOU KNEW ELENA as well, didn't you?" Chief Morley said as we pulled out of the medical center's parking lot in his department Bronco.
Morley had been standing in the hallway directly outside of Peter's room when I came out. He'd insisted on driving me home. Not being able to come up with a valid excuse, I'd finally reluctantly agreed.
"We worked together catering," I said. "I can't believe she's gone."
"None of us can," Morley said as we turned south on the Overseas Bridge back to Key West. Then he nodded with a frown. "Don't worry. We have an APB stretching from the Lower Keys all the way up to Miami. Catching these pieces of garbage is only a question of time."
Morley c.o.c.ked an ear as something garbled squawked over the dash-mounted police radio. He lifted the handset to say something but then seemed to reconsider and placed it down again. He gave me a weary smile. "How did you and Peter meet, if you don't mind me asking? You seem, well, a little young."
"I was down here on spring break two years ago," I said. "I met Peter, and I never left."
"Ah, love at first sight. That's awesome. Was he off duty?" Morley said with a grin. "Or did you fall for the uniform?"
"It was all about the uniform," I said with a weak smile. "I ran a stop sign with my rental scooter, he pulled me over, and the rest is history."
It was the lie Peter and I had agreed on.
"Romance at the scene of the crime, huh?" Morley said with a nod. "That's how it happens with cops. Occupational hazard. You slap the cuffs on somebody one night at the beach, and the next thing you know you're letting them go and giving them a diamond ring."
I shot a look over at the police chief. For the second time, I got the impression that he was prying, trying to rattle me in some strange way. But his eyes were on the road. There was no trace of irony or accusation.
Still, I held my breath as the words slap the cuffs on somebody one night at the beach kept looping through my mind. Was the phrasing just coincidental, or did he actually know my secret?
The inside of the police SUV suddenly seemed hot, airless. Drops of sweat started to bead on my neck and underarms, along my lower back. I tried to zip down the electric window. Nothing happened. Morley must have had the child lock on.
Who was Morley really, anyway? I wondered dizzily. Who was he to Peter? Just a boss? Or was he a friend? An enemy like Elena? An accomplice?
We suddenly slowed and stopped. I looked out the window. We were in front of my house now.
"Thanks for the ride," I said, getting out.
"Any time, Jeanine," Morley said. "Sorry we had to meet under such bad circ.u.mstances. Remember, anything at all you can think of that might help us understand why Peter and Elena were shot, don't hesitate to call. Day or night."
"Will do," I said.
The cool trade breezes that make Key West bearable felt ice-cold as I resisted running to my front door. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and went to the living room window.
Morley was still sitting there, idling in the street in front of my driveway. After a gut-churning three or four minutes, he slowly pulled out. I'd never been so relieved in my life.
I continued to stand there for the next few minutes, scanning out the window up and down the street. I looked out across our sandy little lane at the palm fronds waving in the wind for another five minutes before I turned to go.
I stopped as something inched into my peripheral vision. Outside the window down on the corner of the block, Morley's PD Bronco slowed and stopped.
My face began to tingle, pins and needles in my cheeks, my lips.
What the h.e.l.l was this?! Morley was watching the house now? Watching me?
I backed away from the window in disbelief, fighting for breath. My back hit a chair, and I collapsed onto the Mexican tile.
Chapter 28.
IT WAS SUNSET when the sound of seagulls woke me from the living room couch. Two of them were fighting over something along the backyard seawall. I watched them with horrific fascination as they cawed and hacked at each other with their beaks.
I gulped down a gla.s.s of water at the sink. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. I was opening the fridge when I heard a car and the crunch of wheels in our crushed-sh.e.l.l driveway.
I ran to the living room window in a full-blown panic. Morley's black-and-white Bronco was gone, but instead, there was a police cruiser pulling into the driveway.
The cruiser's pa.s.senger door opened, and I almost pa.s.sed out.
The cruiser backed out of the driveway as Peter, his left arm stiff, walked to the door.
Peter?
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