wretched appearance was causing Luther some concern.
Our neurosurgeon glanced at a passing surgical floor nurse. 'Can you get someone to help this gentleman?'
The nurse went off in search of security.
'Go fuck yourself,' Bodine said. 'The Crown Prince of Bassaland ain't gonna be going nowhere.'
Luther frowned at me.
'He's with us,' I said. 'Sorta…'
Luther snapped a look back at John with his chopped-off dreads. Then he glanced at my freshly burned hair and eyebrows. I saw indecision flash. He was probably thinking he'd just thrown in with a bunch of crazies.
'What do you mean, the longer we keep her alive post-op, the better our survival chances are?' I said.
'I won't lie, Shane. There was a lot of damage. Once I got in there, I did what cleanup I could. I restored some blood flow. Enervated and repaired some veins and arteries. I recovered half-a-dozen bullet fragments and some more bone chips, but there's some in there I couldn't safely get to. We left the skull patch open, so if there's swelling, the pressure won't build. In a few days, if things go well, I'll replace the bone flap and reattach the scalp. Till then we pray.'
'Jesus,' I whispered.
'I never promised you a perfect result,' Luther said.
'Samik Mampuna promises perfect results every damn time. I know what's in the future. I got peeps up there lookin', talkin' to me.
John waved his left hand, which was still clutching a half-full cup of soda from the cafeteria. 'Member what I told ya 'bout these God wannabes who think it's up to them what happens t'folks.' He motioned to Luther. 'This ass-wipe here don't have any damn way t'change nothin'.'
With that, Luther walked over and slammed the sliding glass partition on the counter shut, cutting off John's tirade and turning him into a ghostly apparition waving his arms and ranting on the other side of the frosted glass.
Bodine turned up the volume. ''Member what I be sayin'!' he shouted though the glass. 'I get this direct from the boss. From Chief O. Your old lady ain't on the ark till Chief O punches her ticket.'
Through the closed frosted partition it looked as if someone in a blue uniform walked up, collared him, and roughly pulled him away.
'I've got to make rounds now,' Luther said. 'Check with me in two hours, and we'll talk again at six tonight.'
After he left, Chooch and I made a quick search of the floor, looking for Bodine, but didn't find him. I couldn't worry about him any longer. I'd fed him a cafeteria breakfast and for now, that's all I could contribute.
Chooch and I returned to the waiting room and talked. Mostly, we shared old memories of Alexa. After about an hour, he said, 'Dad, I've got to get out of here for a while. I'm fragged.'
I could imagine. I told him I would take the next shift until the meeting with Luther at six. Then we walked down to his Jeep and I retrieved his laptop, which contained the cloned disk from Alexa's computer. I hugged him. We stood in the parking lot, clutching each other, both afraid to let go.
When I walked back up to Neurosurgery, there were tears in my eyes. Time was our ally, that's what Luther had said. But as it crept off the clock, time felt like my worst enemy. I still had the jail property bag with all my possessions, so to keep busy, I started to unload it and put things back into my pockets. I finally recovered my cell phone at the bottom of the bag and when I flipped it open, there was an urgent message to call Tommy Sepulveda's cell.
I dialed and waited for him to answer.
'Sepulveda,' he said in a hushed voice.
It s me.
'Just a minute. I'm in the hall up on five. I'm going outside.'
I waited for two minutes, hearing his footsteps as he left the building. Once outside, he came back on the line.
'Shane?'
'Still here.'
'I heard you got out. I'm glad. How's Alexa?'
'I don't know. The doc says time is our ally whatever that means. Thanks a bunch for showing up and supporting her.'
There was a long silence while he dealt with the cheap shot. Then he pushed on. 'Listen, you asked me about Alexa's computer last night. Me and Rafie talked. We know how jammed up you are, and frankly, man, I'm not sure what I would do if Frannie was laying where Alexa is.'
I waited, while it sounded like he was walking again. Then he said, 'Just a minute. I'm in the parking lot. It's a mess out here. Lotta TV people. Gotta find a better spot.' There was more walking and his breathing got louder. Then, the walking stopped and he spoke again. 'Rafie and I figure you probably made a copy disk of the files on Alexa's computer before you gave it to us. You don't have to say yes, or no, but when we went back to get the computer from Documents, we found out that operations Nazi, Commander Summers, already took the computer out of there. It's up on the sixth floor in Ramsey's office along with the report. Rafie and me don't even know what's on it. But we chatted up one of the guys over in Documents. He didn't know we were being screened off by the sixth floor and let something drop.'
'I'm listening.'
'The code they were using is fairly simple. It's just every other sentence.'
'Really?'
'Yeah. You erase the first, the third, the fifth, et cetera. What's left is the message.'
'What is it that you want from me?' I was feeling like this was some kind of setup, but I wasn't sure. I'd screwed with them so much, I couldn't read those two anymore.
'If you've got a copy of those e-mails, and you can decode the damn things, Rafie and me could use a call.'
'Why should I trust you guys?'
There was a long moment before he said, 'Because Ramsey is starting to panic. This isn't like with Tony Filosiani. Everything on the sixth floor is about containment now. But me and my bow-legged Mexican partner still want to clear this damn murder case.'
Chapter 53
Dark Angel, my thoughts are always on you. We must meet tomorrow night. I can't go another day without holding you. You need to give me another floor score. I ache to see you. How about Crypto 457?
Love Hambone. When I erased the first, third and fifth sentences, it read: Dark Angel, We must meet tomorrow night. You need to give me another floor score. How about Crypto 457.
Hambone
The next one read:
Dear Hambone, Time away from you is agony. This time Watts is the key. I can't be away from my Queen. It's all about lost performance and royalty. Don't make me wait, darling. I've got WYD and plenty of ammo. I'm in the cut, waiting.
Edited, it read:
Dear Hambone, This time Watts is the key. It's all about lost performance and royalty. I've got WYD and plenty of ammo.
Originally, I thought Slade was talking about a love nest meeting in Watts, which is in South Central. Now I knew he was talking about Dante Watts and the missing performance fees and royalties.
As I sat in the hospital waiting room, scrolling the e-mails on Chooch's computer, I realized that every communique was carefully worded to look like a love letter that cleverly disguised its true content. They detailed what Slade had learned in Stacy Maluga's bedroom and at Lethal Force, Inc.
