Cold Case Justice. Sharon Dunn

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      “Got it,” said Daniel.

      Once inside, Daniel pushed the wheelchair in the opposite direction that Matthew went. Matthew made his way down the hall and turned the corner where the admitting desk was. A muscular blond man stood at the high counter. Matthew couldn’t hear all of the hushed conversation, but he heard Rochelle’s name. The administrator clicked the keys on her computer and responded to the man.

      Something about the man was just as menacing as the one with the scar on his face, the man who had attacked Rochelle in front of her house.

       Trust your gut.

      With adrenaline surging through his veins, Matthew turned and ran back down the hall.

      When he looked into room 112, it was empty. They must have assigned her a new room. At least that bought her some time. He had no idea what kind of threat Rochelle was under or who the men were. He only knew he wanted her to have a chance to recover from her injuries. He scanned the hallway wondering where Daniel would have taken her. When he glanced over his shoulder, the blond thug stalked down the hallway toward room 112. The paperwork must still say she was in that room.

      Matthew ran toward the nurses’ station. Lindy was no longer on duty. Instead, a perky young nurse named Tina smiled up at him.

      “Did Daniel the EMT come by here with a woman in a wheelchair?”

      “He turned her over to the nurse to get her settled in room 125.” Tina pointed down the hallway.

      “Thanks, Tina.” Matthew glanced over his shoulder.

      Blondie came out of room 112 and made a beeline toward the nurses’ station, stopping to glance into the rooms with open doors.

      Matthew hurried down the hall and opened the door to room 125. Rochelle was pushing herself out of the wheelchair, reaching for the wall for support. She lifted her head. She looked more coherent than she had previously, though her face was still pale.

      “Where’s the nurse?”

      “She went to get some medical supplies. Matthew, I know you’re only trying to help me, but I need to go.”

      “I agree with you.”

      A look of surprise and confusion crossed her features as she shook her head.

      “You’ve got company in this hospital,” he said.

      Her eyes grew wide. “They found me already.” Fear made her voice falter. She shot toward the door, then stopped, swaying slightly.

      “Unfortunately, I think I led them here. I told that guy at your house you needed to be in a hospital. He must have phoned his muscular friend. Get back in the chair.” This was his fault. He needed to make it right. “He’s checking the rooms. Let’s move you to a safe place and then we’ll call the police and get some help for you.”

      “I’m not sure if the police can help.” She wobbled and reached out for the wall.

      He touched her arm lightly. “Get back in the chair. You’re in no condition to do this alone.” He realized in that moment that he was making a commitment to keep her safe until he could hand her over to the police. It was a commitment he was willing to make for Jamie’s sake. Matthew’s mother had been his saving grace growing up without a father. He sensed Rochelle possessed the same maternal strength. Without at least one parent, Jamie didn’t have any kind of a shot. Matthew couldn’t let that happen to a child when he had the power to prevent it.

      Her shoulders drooped, and she turned back toward him, nearly falling into his arms. He lowered her into the chair. At the door, he peered up and down the hall. When he saw Blondie lean in to check a room a few doors down, he pushed the chair into the hallway. He quickened his pace but not so much as to call attention to himself.

      “It’s him, isn’t it?” Rochelle’s voice came out in a harsh whisper as she bent her head down so her long brown hair hid her face.

      Matthew spoke under his breath. “He’s behind me. He can’t see you, and he doesn’t know who I am.” Matthew slipped into a supply closet and pulled his phone off his belt. He dialed the police station. “I need to talk to a police officer.”

      A crisp female voice came on the line. “This is Officer Bridget O’Connor. How can I help you?”

      “Listen, this is Matthew Stewart over at the hospital. I’ve got a woman who needs to be hospitalized, and I believe there is a physical threat against her. She was assaulted earlier today at her home and now there is a different guy searching the hospital for her.”

      “We can send an officer over to talk with her and take it from there,” said Officer O’Connor.

      “That sounds good. If he could meet us by Admitting, that would be great.”

      He hung up the phone.

      Rochelle looked up at him in earnest. “He’s going to meet us here?”

      He was struck by how helpless she seemed sitting in the wheelchair. “We’ll be in Admitting. There’s lots of people around. I’ll stay with you until we’re sure you have the protection you need or that guy is taken into custody.”

      “But that man hasn’t technically done anything to me, and he’s not the real problem,” she said.

      “Maybe, but they can stop him and question him. And you can at least give them the description of the guy who grabbed you at your house, the one with the scar.”

      “What if the police say that there is no reason to provide protection?” Her voice filled with anxiety. “Taking those two men into custody won’t make it stop. There is a different man behind all of this.”

      Again, he wondered exactly what she was up against. She looked as though she might cry. Compassion flooded through him. Lindy the nurse was wrong. He didn’t have a rescue complex. Rochelle needed his help. He couldn’t abandon her and that kid now. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let’s see what the police say. I’ll stay with you until we get this taken care of. You need to focus on your recovery.”

      She looked up at him for a long moment, probably trying to figure out why he was going to all this trouble. “Can I have your phone so I can call my son? I need to know that he’s okay at my friend’s house.”

      He placed the phone in her hand, opened the door to the supply closet and backed the wheelchair out. “Everything is going to be all right. I’ll see to it that you get well so you can take care of that kid of yours. It would help if you told me why these men are after you—”

      Matthew heard the thud of a single footstep. The blow to the back of his head caused an explosion in his brain. The last thing he heard as his cheek collided with the floor was Rochelle’s anguished scream.

       THREE

      “You’re coming with me, lady.”

      The blond thug jerked her up out of the wheelchair, making СКАЧАТЬ