The Accidental Bodyguard. Ann Major

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      In the confusion it took Lucas a while to find Gus. Meanwhile Sweet P. was so fascinated by the drunk and the fat lady, she stopped crying. Enthroned on the counter of the nurses’ station, she was having the time of her life. A plump redheaded nurse was feeding her pizza and candy and cola, which she gobbled greedily while Gus rummaged in a toolbox for the correct pair of bolt cutters.

      “Now you hold still, little princess,” Gus said.

      Suddenly Pete’s frantic voice erupted from an examining room down the hall.

      “She’s gone!”

      Lucas left Sweet P. with Gus and raced to the examining room, where an IV dangled over an empty gurney with blood-streaked sheets. Bloody footprints drunkenly crisscrossed the white-tiled floor.

      “She has little feet,” Lucas whispered inanely, lifting a foot when he realized he was standing squarely on top of two toe prints.

      Pete yelled, “Nurse!”

      A plump nurse in a blue scrub suit, wearing a plastic ID, ambled inside.

      “Oh, my God!”

      Pete thumbed hurriedly through the missing patient’s chart, reading aloud.

      “No name. A Jane Doe. Brought in by a truck driver who found her hitchhiking on the highway. Tested positive for a multitude of legal and illegal drugs. Head injury. Stitches put in by plastic surgeon. Contusions on wrists and ankles. Disruptive. Belligerent. Very confused. Amnesia. Possible subdural hematoma. Refused CAT scan because she went insane when we put her face inside the machine. Claustrophobic.”

      “What does all that mean?” Lucas demanded.

      “Not good. She’s high as a kite, badly confused.”

      “Doctor—” The nurse’s whisper was anxious. “A while ago someone called about her. Said he was family. Sounded very concerned. Described a girl who could have been this girl. Sammy’s new, and I’m afraid she told him we’d admitted a girl matching her description. The caller said he was coming right over. But when Sammy told the patient that a family member was on his way, she became very agitated.”

      “Get security on this immediately,” Pete ordered. “This young woman is in no condition to be out of bed. Check the entrances. The parking lots. In her condition she couldn’t have gone far.”

      

      Fire and ice.

      Chilled to the bone, burning up at the same time, the barefoot girl shivered convulsively in the parking lot. Her thoughts kept slipping and losing direction like a sailboat in rough waves.

      She didn’t know who she was.

      Or where she was.

       Or who wanted to kill her.

      When that freckled nurse had asked her her name, terrible images had rolled through her tired brain.

       A name? Something as specific as a name?

      “Oh, dear God,” had been all she could whisper brokenly.

      She could remember the van rolling, catching fire. She kept seeing a gray face, its hideous vacant eyes peering at her through plastic.

      Pain and terror shuddered through the injured girl.

       They knew who she was, and they were coming after her.

      Her head throbbed. When she tried to walk, her gait was wide. Her feet felt like they didn’t quite touch the ground, and she had the sensation she was about to topple backward.

      Crouching low outside the entrance, the girl had tracked blood down the concrete steps because slivers of glass were still embedded in her heels. Her torn, blood-encrusted jeans and hospital gown clung to her perspiring body like a wet shroud.

      Vaguely she remembered someone cutting her red T-shirt and her bra off. Patches of yellow hair were glued to her skull. Dark shadows ringed her blue eyes. She kept swallowing against a dry metallic taste in her mouth. She kept pushing at the loose bandage that hid the row of stitches that were yellow with antiseptic. What was left of a heparin lock oozed blood down her arm.

      She had to get out of here.

      But how? When ambulances and cops were everywhere?

      When those two curious boys in the black Lincoln kept jumping up and down and staring restlessly out of the car.

      Feeling muddled, she shut her eyes. Her entire life consisted of a few hours and less than half a dozen foggy memories that made no sense. It was as if she was a child again, and there were monsters in the dark.

       Only the monsters were real.

      She remembered huge headlights blinding her as she’d thrown herself in front of them. She remembered the frightened trucker, lifting her and demanding angrily, “Girlie, what were you trying to do?” Next she remembered the hospital.

      The two boys in the Lincoln must’ve grown bored with leaning out the windows because all of a sudden they slithered into the front seat like a pair of eels. They leaned over the dashboard, fighting for control of the radio, holding the seek button down through several stations until they came to rap music. Gleefully they slapped their right hands together, turned the volume up and settled back to listen.

      “Boys! That’s way too loud!”

      A stout security officer edged between the girl and the Lincoln. The boy with the slicked-back ponytail and the shark-tooth necklace quirked his head out the window again. When his huge mirrored glasses glinted her way, she was afraid he’d spot her.

      “Sure, Officer,” he said, clumsily faking a respectful attitude as he thumped the dash with his hand in time to the beat.

      The officer lingered a minute or two till the volume was low enough. Only then did he stride away. When he had gone the boy leaned out of the car again, hand still thumping the side of the car as he stared fiercely in the direction of her shadowy hiding place. Twelve, thirteen maybe, he had the surly good looks of a wannabe bad-boy.

      The fingers stopped thumping. He yanked off his mirrored glasses and wiggled so far out of the car, he nearly fell.

      She heard more sirens in the distance as his gray eyes zeroed in on her.

       Dear God.

      His sulkily smirking lips mouthed, “Hi.” He started to wave.

      She put a finger to her lips in warning as two more squad cars, sirens blaring, rushed into the lot. A dozen officers with hand-held radios jumped out.

      She shrank more deeply into the shadows, her pleading eyes clutching the smiling boy’s as a fat cop shuffled over to the Lincoln.

      “You been here awhile, kid?”

      The sassy smile faded. He gave the cop a sullen nod.

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