Crash Into Me ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 13

"Trained you well, son. You'd have made a hell of a Marine."

"Thank you. It might have been an easier life, if I had."

CV frowned. "I know we never talked about your life. But if being a Marine would be easier―" He shook his head. "You must've come up hard."

Anton shrugged. "Harder than some. Not as bad as others. We have a lot to talk about."

"I believe we do. Tomorrow."

"At Oh f**k Thirty."

They said their good nights and Anton returned to his trailer. Having a quick look around, he found the bugs the police had left behind. He'd expected as much, but he was still offended. Granted, he was guilty, but they didn't know that. He could be a victim of circumstance. This was a fine case of guilty until proven innocent.

Oh f**k Thirty was really 8:30. CV liked to fish, but he maintained that fish were looking for food all day. Why should he go out of his way to be early?

"I go in later, pick off the slackers," he'd often said.

Anton had laughed at that. "Yeah, we get the stoned fish, who have the munchies."

It was after that conversation they had started to bring homegrown hemp seeds with them. They scattered these on the surface and waited, scooping the fish in with a net. It was a worry free way to relax.

CV lit a blunt and passed it to Anton. The younger man grinned, thanking CV with a nod. His friend grew his own, and always had high quality weed.

"My new fishing blend. Tell me what ya think."

Anton took a couple hits and handed it back. "Smooth," he wheezed. "Strong!"

"Keep it, I been up since five. Back pain." He rubbed his flank.

"You should have that looked at."

"Damn VA docs don't know shit."

"Maybe not, but there's a new law, you can pick your own doctor. There's that back specialist in town. You should go. I'll take you."

"You don't need to put yourself out," CV protested.

"Don't you get it, Old Man? You're family. We'll call after lunch, and see when they can get you in."

"It ain't that bad."

"It is if you're up at five, in pain and smoking."

"You aren't gonna drop this."

"No. And neither would you, if it was me. Did you tell your boys?"

"No. They don't care." He leaned over to net a fish, but groaned so loudly, the fish scattered.

"That settles it. We're not waiting." Anton grabbed the oars and started back to shore. "We're going to the hospital. No arguments. You made me your guy for a reason. To make the tough decisions."

CV was pale and shaking by the time they got to shore, holding his chest as he gasped. With Anton's help, he got into the truck.

"The fish."

"Screw the fish. They're fine in the bucket. Got your wallet?"

"For fishing?" Even in pain, CV could convey his disgust at the dumb question.

"Wait here." Anton sprinted to his trailer, picking up his wallet and keys. It took a few seconds more to get CV's, before heading back to the truck.

The older man looked bad. Anton took off quickly, calling police dispatch as he drove. "I've got a man complaining of back pain, but who looks like he might be having a heart attack. I'm on my way to the hospital. Dark blue F-150." He rattled off the license.

"Do you need assistance?" the dispatcher asked.

"Just a clear road. I'm not stopping."

"You got it."

His police escort, who had tried to be unobtrusive until now, started their siren and passed him. Taking the lead, they cleared the path for the speeding truck. The hospital loomed on the horizon. Anton took the right turn so quickly, CV nearly fell over.

"Almost there. Don't die on me, Old Man."

"And let you eat all my fish?" he wheezed.

Doctors and nurses met them at the door. Anton gave them what update he could.

"History of heart problems?"

"Yes. Prone to tachycardia. Controlled with medication." He gave them the name and dosage. "He was complaining of severe back pain, then clutched his chest."

"I'll let the doctors know. Take a seat, hon," the nurse said. She was in her early fifties and had a kind face.

"Thanks." He scanned the room for the cops, spotting them just outside the door. Walking over to them, he smiled, extending his hand. "I know why you're here. I know you're doing your job. I'm not wild about it." He shrugged, waving that away as unimportant. "You helped my friend when he was in trouble, and I appreciate that. I know you've got to follow orders.... You stepped up. Thank you."

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"And I'd get easy. I'm more interested in quality. I've reached a point in my life where I want more than just sex."

Fuller nodded. "I feel ya. You can head home, Mr. Winthrop. We'd appreciate if you'd keep in touch."

"In other words, don't leave town." He held out his hand.

Fuller grinned, shaking it. "Yes."

"How's―what's his name? Mr. Thompson?"

"He'll be fine. If the thief hadn't called for help, it might have been a different story."

"He did? Wow, that was nice of him."

"According to Mrs. Thompson, he was quite a gentleman."

"He doesn't sound like such a bad guy."

Fuller didn't comment, but he pressed his lips tightly together.

"Good luck with your investigation, Deputy Fuller."

"Thanks, Mr. Winthrop. You have a safe trip back to Waverly."

"I hope to. Thanks."

Anton locked up after Fuller left, packed his bag and gave the room a quick wipe down. He knew Fuller probably planned to dust for prints after he left, and might find it odd. But he didn't care. So far, his plans to disappear hadn't gone well. Therefore, he decided to head back to his house instead of going to Waverly. He sincerely hoped the Roeder Sisters wouldn't rat him out. He needed a safe place to hole up.

Once he was packed, he dropped the keys with the rangers, careful how he handled them, and pulled out of his parking place. It wasn't his imagination that there were a lot of sheriff cars around, as well as state police. He had to go to Waverly now. They might not want to arrest him, but they clearly didn't intend to lose sight of him.

Acting as normal as possible, he drove to Waverly, parking by his trailer. He'd spent enough time here to meet his neighbors. A former Marine, Vietnam veteran, lived next door. He limped over to see Anton as the younger man unpacked his truck.

"Cops came by. Talked to everyone," he said without preamble.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No worries. You do what they said? Stole that necklace and kidnapped that woman?"

"I heard the woman was released without harm, and they got the necklace back. I heard they caught the thief."

"They caught a thief, not the thief. They interviewed the model. She said he was a real handsome fella. Polite. A gentleman. More than that, they can't get from her. She's former Israeli Army. She won't crack."

Anton nodded. They carried his things into the trailer.

"Son, you know I won't crack, either."

"I know, CV."

"And I know it's a good possibility they might have left a mess when they searched." He gestured meaningfully. "Or, maybe not." He pointed to the light fixture, and wandered to the sleeping area. Pointing at the light by the bed, he smiled. "I know you didn't do anything to be ashamed of. Folks here, we stick together."

"I appreciate that, my friend."

"You're a good kid. I got boys your age."

"I remember."

"Wish they'd turned out half as well as you."

"I wish I'd had a father like you," Anton said, honestly.

The older man guffawed loudly. "You'd sure as f**k cuss better. Come on over about seven. I've got a couple steaks to grill. Bring your beans."

"Will do. Can't pass up a CV steak."

They shook hands and finished unloading the truck.

At the appointed time, Anton brought over his beans and a six pack of cider. He'd given the cheap baked beans the treatment; brown sugar, molasses, a dash of Worcestershire sauce, a pinch of dried mustard, cinnamon and cloves, and a heaping spoonful of pickle relish. Slow cooked on the stove, there was nothing like them.

The coals were almost perfect when Anton arrived. He and CV sat outside to chat. Each of them popped open a cider, taking a sip in unison.

"I believe it's just about the prettiest spot on Earth," CV signed contentedly.

The Norris Nook Campground was lovely. Secluded in a hollow in the hills, it was surrounded by trees. A brook ran through the north corner near the office. A man-made pond was there and they rented paddle boats and canoes. Fishing was good on the other side of the dam, where the water widened to a small lake. He and CV often fished together.

"I was thinking of fishing trout for dinner tomorrow. Fancy a jaunt?" CV asked.

"That would be great. Thank you."

"Excellent. You know the time."

"Yes, Sergeant. Oh f**k Thirty!" He saluted playfully, ending with middle finger extended.

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"I'm truly not trying to be, Deputy. That's who I am. My pseudonyms are well known to my publishers, as is my real name. Feel free to check them out."

"Rest assured, I will. Where's your trailer?"

"Norris Nook Campground in Waverly. Lot 4."

"Kinda far." It was nearly an hour's drive.

"I wanted a complete change of scene. I'm thinking of writing a novel, based here. I wanted to see the lay of the land, get a feel for it."

"What kind?"

"Lesbian romance," Anton replied with a smirk. "Kidding. Maybe a mystery, or romantic suspense. Hey, maybe I'll put you in it. That be okay?"

"As long as I get to bang the hot chick, sure," Fuller chuckled.

"Blonde, brunette or redhead?"

"Surprise me."

"I really wanted to see if I could rent a cabin for the night. I'm beat." He yawned and stretched, not all of it for effect.

"Oh, sure. We're done for now. Don't leave without hearing from me. This is my card, in case you think of anything. Saw anyone...you know."

"Thank you." Anton slipped the card in his pocket and shook hands with Fuller.

"Still got your gloves on?" The deputy pretended to notice for the first time.

"My fingers are sensitive to the cold. Another reason to move. Frostbite." He wiggled his fingers. It wasn't exactly a lie. He'd had frostbite, but on his toes, not his fingers.

Fuller nodded. "Have a goodnight, Mr. Winthrop."

"Thanks. You too, Deputy."

The cabin was comfortable and had logs laid for a fire. Anton lit it and settled in for the night. He wasn't sure what to think of Fuller. Fuller wasn't sure what to think of him, either. They could check his purchases at Wal-Mart, but he'd paid cash. Aside from pictures of a man who looked a lot like him, they didn't have much. Even if they proved it was he, they had no proof that he was the thief they were after. The assertion of the Thompsons probably wouldn't hold up, given that they tried to jump him. It was the job of the police to prove his guilt, and they had nothing much to go on. He had to maintain his innocence, and stick to his story.

It was chilly and misty when he woke with a start the next morning. Wondering what had startled him, he wasn't too surprised to hear knocking. Throwing on a shirt with his sleep pants, he answered the door to the one room cabin.

"Deputy Fuller, hello." It wasn't a very cordial greeting, to be sure.

"I apologize for waking you. We got word back from your publishers. All your jobs checked out."

"Of course, they did."

"And we found your trailer where you said. It's not registered to you, though."

"No. It's in the name of a former roommate of mine. He left owing me a lot of money, so I'm holding it until he pays."

"How long ago?" He flipped open his notepad.

"Ten months? A year? Haven't heard from him in a while, so I figured it's mine to use." It was his, bought under yet another pseudonym. It was unlikely that they could easily trace it back to the Anton persona. He wasn't worried.

"There's no evidence that such a man even exists. You have to admit, the name Horatio Salt is highly suspect."

From another headstone in another old cemetery, the late Horatio Salt lived to the age of 49, before succumbing to typhoid in 1827.

"He doesn't use Horatio, he goes by his middle name, Theodore―Theo."

"Still odd."

"You want odd, you should meet his parents." Anton dug around in the cupboard for mugs. The cabin had a mini coffee maker. "Need a cup?"

"Had some, thanks."

"Is that the only reason you're here? You said I checked out."

"I'm still not sure what to make of you. The Thompsons...."

"Are mistaken. Maybe they saw the guy, but not me."

"The resemblance is uncanny," Fuller squinted at Anton.

"Who's to say that he—or I—are guilty of anything but shopping?"

Fuller didn't reply, nor did he meet Anton's penetrating gaze.

"Deputy, either arrest me on suspicion, or let me go home. This weekend turned into more than I'd anticipated. I want a long, hot shower and a nap. Maybe scotch. Definitely scotch."

"And a woman?" the deputy teased.

"If I had one at the moment. I'm between homes, as well as lady friends."

"Uncomfortable."

"And I have my roommate to thank. But that's a long, tedious story," he lied glibly. "That I'd prefer not to tell. It has no bearing on any of this."

"Good looking guy like you could pick up a girl, easy."

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Crash Into Me ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 10

"Delicious," he complimented honestly.

"Lemme give you the recipe," Bolger said, handing Anton a neatly lettered card.

"Thanks! I'm pleased to get this." He put it carefully in his wallet.

Deputy Fuller, walked in, shaking off the rain. He came over to introduce himself. Probably in his mid-thirties, he was about the same age as Anton. His square face was surrounded by close cropped, auburn hair. A little full around the middle, he wasn't fat, but barrel chested. His smile was warm, though held wariness.

"Clute Fuller, Mr. Winthrop," he introduced himself.

"Pleased to meet you, Deputy Fuller."

They shook hands and sat. Armed with more of the really good hot chocolate, they talked. Anton realized early on, Fuller wasn't as bland and unprepossessing as he hoped to convey. Having expected this, Anton kept his own face open and friendly. His answers were as close to the truth as he could manage, but there were, obviously, gaps.

"So, you weren't up at Far Trek?"

"No. I got lost along the way. Ended up on this godforsaken trail, and stayed in a small cave."

"Could you find it again?"

"No, I was turned around. I was lucky to get back here in one piece."

"Understandable. I've lived here, and camped these woods, my entire life. I still get confused."

"Having a compass helps," Anton said. "I got myself one of those nice water ones a while back." He showed it to the deputy and ranger.

"They work better, for sure. You much of an outdoors man?" Fuller asked

"Yes. First time here, though."

"Where are you from?" his question was pointed, but friendly.

"I'm originally from upper Michigan. I moved down here five years ago."

"Where do you work?"

"I freelance."

"As?"

Anton blushed, dropping his eyes. "I actually write erotica for various publications. I've also written a sex advice column for a gentleman's magazine, under the name P.U. Tang." All this was true. He preferred not to lie to Fuller.

Fuller nodded, grinning. "In Happy Gents Magazine. Dumb name. Sorry, no offense."

Anton chuckled. "I didn't name it, and I agree. But it pays well. I author my books under various female pseudonyms."

"Really? Why?"

"Believe it or not, it sells better. I write some hardcore porn, too, under the name Jack Hammer."

"Oh, shit! I've read your stuff. Whew!" He tugged his collar.

"Then I've done my job," Anton smirked.

"Why the move here?" Fuller got back on track.

"I needed a change of scenery. The winter is milder here than up there. I lived roughly five miles from the Canadian border―as the crow flies. I had enough frostbite adventures to last a lifetime." All this was also true.

"I can't even imagine. Where are you living now?"

"Between houses, actually. I have a trailer I haul around."

"But not here?"

"Why take a trailer on a camping trip? The point was to rough it. Got more than I counted on, though. Teach me to check the weather next time."

"Why are the Thompsons so convinced you're the criminal in question?"

"I don't know. Maybe I look like him? I don't watch TV, don't even have cable. I didn't know you were looking for someone, until I got back here. What did he do?"

"Stole some very expensive jewelry."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"And kidnapped a woman."

"Oh! Is she okay?"

"He released her without ransom. Just wanted the necklace she wore. Crazy thing, then some guy shows up at the cemetery, drugged, the necklace in his hand."

"Weird."

"We got footage from the Franklin Wal-Mart," Fuller continued. "The guy in it does look a hell of a lot like you."

"No kidding? They say everyone has a double."

"He looks enough like you to be a brother."

"I'm an only child."

"Which begs the question, who is he? And who are you?"

"Donald Winthrop."

"Don't be facetious!" Fuller said loudly.

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"But you—grabbed me!" she looked happy that she'd come up with a offense.

"And I didn't hurt you. You took a swing at me with that plate." Grabbing up his gear, he dismantled his tent in record time. "Keep his feet up. Cover him and keep him breathing in the bag." He gave Bob a last check, took the gun, and left. He could hear the ranger's helicopter already.

He jogged away from camp, taking a lesser used trail. It was all but abandoned and he saw why. It was the most difficult terrain in the park. Unsure of his footing, he slowed down. Eventually, he found a small cave, ducking inside as the rain came down once more.

Chilled and damp, he built a small fire. The cave was shallow and deserted, so he wasn't concerned about a resident. The weather like it was, he wasn't too worried about pursuit, either. But after the rain, that was another matter. He wished he could count on Bob and Louella not to talk. Unfortunately, he had a feeling the country couple still hoped to get the reward.

"They'll squawk to anyone who'll listen." But would they be believed? He could only hope not.

Settling down for the night, he decided to stay in his cave for a day or two. The rain would eliminate his scent, and the marks of his passing. He hadn't used his name on the phone. Instead of slowing down, his mind went into overdrive. Had he touched anything? Could they lift prints off Bob? Unless they were equipped like CSI, probably not. The same with Louella. The tin pan? Closing his eyes, he tried to visualize it. No. Only the gun, but he'd taken it.

"Armed and dangerous now," he muttered. He toyed with disposing of the weapon, but it could be found—maybe—possibly. He might need it for protection. He was an expert shot. He rejected that idea immediately. Bad things happened when guns came into play. Better to unload it and—what? He couldn't decide.

Eventually, Anton fell into an uneasy sleep. His dreams were wild, with unseen entities pursuing him. Didn't take a genius to figure out why. The storm increased during the night, but he slept through it. Bad weather meant he was safe. Good weather wasn't his friend.

The cave had an eastern exposure. The first rays of the sun peeped through the trees, piercing his eyes. Blinking hard, he rolled over and tried to sleep some more. Unable to find a comfortable position, he got up. He allowed himself another small fire for a hot meal. Since it was chilly after the rain, he dug out his jacket and cap. Though he'd decided to stay another night, he felt anxious to leave. He was relatively safe where he was, but if they actively searched for him, he might be found.

He packed his gear without consciously making the decision. Once he was ready, he did his best to conceal his presence He was lucky there was a heavy layer of pine straw on the ground. It would cover his tracks, provided they didn't bring in a dog. The cool air misted around him and signs of impending rain filled the sky. The clouds made him smile. Adjusting his pack on his shoulders, he set off at an easy, ground chomping pace.

His feet took him back to the parking lot by a different route. He'd tell them he'd gotten lost and turned around in the storm. It was a plausible story. That settled, he headed back to civilization, his waterproof poncho covering him. A heavy shower forced him to shelter under a rocky overhang. It was lunchtime anyway, so he ate while he waited for it to pass.

By dusk, he was at the edge of the parking lot. There were half a dozen ranger vehicles and a deputy's car. The ranger he'd spoken to, saw him and rushed over.

"Don, hey! Glad you're back okay. We went looking for you."

"What? Why?"

"There's a criminal on the loose. These damn fool campers tried to corner him at Far Trek, and he escaped."

"No kidding! Shit! I missed all the excitement. Was anyone hurt?"

"Not really. the husband had a mini-stroke, but he's okay. The wife is hysterical. Said they recognized him from Franklin Wal-Mart."

"No shit."

"In fact, she was real sure it was you."

"Me? What?"

"I told them they were crazy, but Deputy Fuller still needs to talk to you."

"Seriously? I'm cold, wet, tired. I just wanna scotch and a hot fire."

"You were headed to Far Trek."

"Yeah, but I got turned around in the rain. Only by sheer luck, I found a trail. Thank God for my compass!"

"Should have called on your fancy satellite phone," the ranger reprimanded.

"Yeah. Well...." Anton did his best to look embarrassed. "Truth is, I took a spill, and it got damaged. What's your name?"

"Leo Bolger."

"Honestly, Leo, I'm so cold, I can hardly feel my nuts. Is there somewhere I can warm up?"

"Yeah, sure."

Anton hadn't lied about being cold and wanting a drink. They settled in a sitting area in the ranger station.

"I can't do a thing about the scotch, but I can do coffee or hot chocolate. My wife makes her own mix, and keeps us supplied," he offered with a smile.

"Talked me into it." It did sound good. Anton kept his gloves on, saying he was still feeling cold. When he'd finished, he washed his own cup, wiping it dry before using the towel to set it on the drying rack.

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5.0 out of 5 stars An excellent murder mystery

Reviewed in the United States on January 27, 2015

This starts by introducing Kent Griswald, movie executive and thoroughly nasty man. Then we meet his much nicer brother Connor and are surprised when Connor is the one who becomes a shooting victim.

However it isn't long before Kent is the one who ends up dead. You feel like saying 'serves him right!'

It all becomes more interesting with the arrival of the investigating team of Detectives Walter Scott and Vanessa Weinstein and then gets a little hot with the interaction between Detective Scott and witness Cadence.

This is a real page turner - can Scott keep Cadence safe plus can he keep his mind on the case and not on her body? Who is really the killer?

This is an excellent murder mystery, well written with lots of suspense and the right amount of romantic sexual tension. Plus I love the humour throughout. Add to all that some great characters and you have a recipe for a very good book, well worthy of five stars

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Crash Into Me ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 8

Finally reaching the Far Trek Campground, he looked around, but no one else there. It was still relatively early in the day, so that could change. He set up his tent and built a fire, glad that the rain had stopped. There was a shed which held dry wood. The sign on it asked that if you used some, you replace it. After lunch, he trudged around and gathered all he could. This deep in the woods, there were plenty of broken branches and dead fall. He added a good amount to the shed.

No one else had arrived by the time he went to bed. The night was chilly and still, a taste of thunder in the air. He rather hoped he'd have the place to himself, but he wasn't so lucky. He was just moving around when someone tapped on top of his tent.

"You up, Donno?" Bob?

"I made biscuits from scratch!" Barbie—no Louella, said.

He wanted to ignore them, pretend he wasn't there, but it was no good. Frowning a little, he got up and crawled to the doorway.

"Yeah," he sighed as he got up.

Louella held a tin plate covered with a cloth. "You lied to me," she teased. "Like a little rain could harm a big, strong man like you!" She gave him a provocative wink.

Strangely, her husband didn't seem to care.

"I'm working through some things," Anton said. "Kind of want to be alone."

"Aw—girl trouble?" Louella asked. "You poor baby. Mama Lou can help. Come on out" She reached in to grab him, her grip surprisingly strong.

"Thanks, no...."

Bob pulled a .45 from under his jacket. "I really think you want to. Yeah?" He aimed at Anton. "I knew I recognized you. But you don't remember me, do ya?"

Anton, who was good with faces, did. Why hadn't he realized yesterday, that Bob was the man who'd waited on him at Wal-Mart.

"Saw you on the TV after you left, and I was real sure it was you. There's a hundred thousand dollar reward out on you. It was a million to one chance we'd meet up with you here. Guess it was meant to be. Honey, you got the cops yet?"

"Cell phones don't work out here. No towers,"Anton said calmly. "You could hope for a ranger to drop by. Or another camper."

He gauged the distance between himself and Bob. His face bland, he watched Bob's hand start to quiver.

"Bob," he spoke abruptly. "You remember that report—the part where it said armed and dangerous? And not to approach alone?" He waited while that sank in. "Your missus isn't armed. Bob. And me, I don't mind killing people," he lied. "How about you? Bob. Ever shot anyone?"

"Don't make me pull this trigger. I will!"

"I don't think so. I think your plan was to corner me, then call the cops. Only, that phone's not working. Is it, Louella?" He crawled quickly out of the tent. Louella screamed. Trying to hit him with her tin platter, biscuits flying in all directions. She screeched again, louder. Anton grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth. Louella tried to get away, but not very convincingly. She seemed to like having Anton hold her. She could have hit, kicked or bitten, she did nothing.

"Drop the gun, Bob," Anton suggested calmly.

"You ain't got a gun."

"No, but I have your missus, and I can kill without a gun."

Bob's hand shook harder and he went red in the face. Louella grabbed Anton's hand from her mouth.

"Bob? Honey? Sweetheart?"

Clutching his chest, Bob fell in an untidy heap, dropping his gun. Louella struggled to get free. Anton grabbed the weapon, tossing it into his tent.

"You killed him! You bastard!" Louella screeched. She tried to pummel Anton, but he pushed her aside.

"Undo his shirt," he commanded and dove into his tent after the satellite phone. "You know CPR?" he yelled as he dialed the rangers.

"No! No! Bobby!"

"Hello. I'm at the Far Trek Campground. One of the other campers is having a heart attack."

"Do you know CPR?"

Anton paused. "Yes. I can't talk and do it. His wife is freaking."

"We'll be there in twenty."

"I hope that's soon enough." Hanging up, he checked Bob's pulse. "Faint, thready," he said aloud. The big man was breathing, but it was shallow and fast. "Get a paper bag," he told Louella.

"Yes. Yes." She ran to her tent and bought a white pharmacy bag.

"Put it over his nose and mouth."

"But he's not breathing! His heart stopped."

"He's breathing, and his heart's beating." Anton started to dismantle his tent.

"You're leaving him to die!"

"He's not dying!"

"You can't leave us! That's just wrong!"

"Your husband held me at gunpoint."

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They shook hands, nodding and smiling.

"I gotta move my truck. Don't worry, I'm not leaving my friend."

The officers watched him park, greeting him when he returned. They politely waited on the far side of room, but rose when Anton was called back. Exchanging a look, they stepped forward.

"We're supposed to keep an eye on this man," one explained to the nurse.

"You're not going back there," she stated firmly. "It's busy and crowded enough. What's he supposed to have done?" She crossed her arms around the tablet she carried, eyeing them sternly.

"Suspect in a jewelry robbery."

"Hmm.... See any jewelry to rob?"

"Um...."

"That's not a trick question, sugar." She bit her lip, frowning. "Isn't the law innocent until proven guilty?"

"Yes, ma'am," the other officer said.

"And you've got nothing else better to do than clutter up my waiting room? Out. Both of you. Go. You," she point to Anton. "Dr. Smithers needs to talk to you. Cubicle three on your left. Blue curtain." She blocked the officers as effectively as a linebacker. "No. You leave now, or I'll call the cops."

"Lady, we are the cops," the first one explained in a patient tone.

"Your boss, dumb ass. His friend is sick. He's not leaving." She pointed to the door.

Even though they could have gotten past the woman easily, they left. Anton heard the conversation as they walked to CV's treatment cubicle.

The old man was pale, sweating. He wore an oxygen mask and had a blood pressure cuff on his arm. A small device was clipped to his right index finger.

"You look like shit, Old Man," Anton said as cheerfully as he could, trying to keep the worry from his voice and face.

CV snorted, tilting his head right and left.

"You just didn't want to go fishing, huh?"

"Smart ass," CV wheezed from behind his mask.

A woman walked in, smiling, her hand extended. "You must be the son."

Anton smiled, somewhat surprised. "No. I'm his neighbor. We were fishing when he collapsed."

"Describe that for me?" she listened intently as he spoke.

The nurse was back, transcribing his account on her laptop.

"Does Mr. Carpenter suffer from back issues?"

"Not until lately―the last four months?" He raised a curious eyebrow at CV.

"Maybe five," CV added.

"Describe your pain," the doctor asked CV.

"Sharp, like I'm being stabbed in the kidney. And before you ask, yes. I've been stabbed."

"In the kidney?" She rolled him on his side so she could examine his back. "I see. Very near. You were extremely lucky. When did this occur?"

"Vietnam. I was a Tunnel Rat. I got in a fight with some of the residents. One of them, a girl of about twelve, stabbed me, before I broke her neck."

The doctor frowned deeply, but Anton shook his head. He understood the very real danger that even children had presented.

"That must have been awful for you," the nurse interjected before the doctor could lecture.

"It was a place and time apart. I hated my job, but the fact I survived, shows I was good at it."

"Not our job to judge," the doctor said, collecting herself. "I want an MRI of his lower back," she said over her shoulder to the nurse. "Do we have X-rays yet?"

"Any minute."

"Wait for them before we do the MRI." Her fingers probed CV's back. He howled when she poked something especially painful. "Mr. Carpenter, how did you survive this wound?"

"People in the village, friendlies, patched me up. Kept me alive."

She rolled him onto his back once more. "Did the doctors check you?"

"Yeah. It healed up good. Why?"

"What were you stabbed with?"

"No idea. It was dark and she ran up behind me. Is it bad, Doc?"

"I think you have some scar tissue that's pulled loose, and more that's tangling with your kidney. Maybe your spine. But I also think there might be a fragment in there, that's worked its way up nearer the surface."

"X-rays, Doctor," the nurse announced.

The screen flickered on and was filled with images of CV's back. Dr. Smithers, Anton and the nurse gazed at them.

"There." Anton's sharp eyes spotted a spot on the image. It was too regular to be naturally occurring.

"So it is. Zoom in, Susie?"

The image got larger. "That, Mr. Carpenter, is the tip of a sharpened bone."

"The little bitch got me with a bone? No wonder no one found the fragment."

"Depending on where it was lodged, it would probably not even be seen. I'm guessing it worked loose when the scar tissue popped. We need to get this out," she addressed Anton. "And the adhesions need to be reduced. I'm concerned about the kidney," she directed at CV.

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Crash Into Me ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes – Part 7

Adjusting his pack, Anton headed up the trail. He'd memorized the map, including topography, photos and landmarks. Though he'd never been here before, he was confident that he'd be able to find his way. Setting an easy pace, he went five miles before taking a break. A log across a rapid stream beckoned him. Since it looked well used, he followed the call, and sat down to drink his water. He thought over his situation, hoping that it would eventually be safe to return to his house, but probably not for some time. He'd miss the place. It was the closest he'd ever had to a home.

After a few more miles, Anton settled in a campground, putting up his tent during a lull in the rain. It was near dark, so he ate a meal of MREs and crawled into his tent. Snuggling into his sleeping bag, he finally relaxed, and fell asleep to the sound of the rain pattering on his tent.

He woke to the same sound, only the thunder was louder and the rain heavier. Pulling a poncho over his clothing, he slogged toward the restroom in his heavy boots. There was a shower, but he hadn't brought his things with him, so that could wait. A breakfast of cold instant coffee and beef jerky wasn't very appealing, but it filled him up.

On his trip to and from the bathroom, he'd spotted one other tent. This was a two man, but that meant nothing. He'd often solo camped in a larger tent. The one advantage to the rain was that it would keep all but the most determined away. An hour or so later, someone smacked the top of his tent and called out. The voice was gruff, booming, deep. Cautiously, Anton unzipped the flap about halfway.

"Hey, neighbor!" The man was as big as his voice. "Don't suppose you've got coffee, Wouldn't you know, the one thing I forgot to pack?"

"Instant."

"That'll do." He made to come in, but Anton zipped the tent shut.

"One second," he said loudly. "Got a cup?"

"Yep! With me. The little woman drinks tea."

"It'll be cold," Anton cautioned.

"Wife's got a gizmo." He wriggled his fingers. "It's magic to me. Some battery thing. At least it's not heavy."

"Handy tool."

"I'll have her tell ya where to get one."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Bob Thompson," the big man said, holding out his hand. "Wife's Louella."

"Don. Nice to meet you."

"Been up here long?"

"Last night."

"Us too. Wouldn't ya know. First weekend off and we get this! Should have checked the weather!" Bob laughed, tapping his forehead.

"Yeah, me too."

"You look kinda familiar." Bob squinted at him.

"Got that kind of face." He had the same feeling about Bob, but didn't say so.

"Naw. Naw. It'll come to me." Thanking Anton for the coffee, he finally left.

An uncomfortable shiver ran up Anton's spine. It bothered him that he'd seen the man before. Since he hadn't been many places lately, that meant at the store, or at the party. Decision made, he waited for a lull in the weather and broke camp. Working quickly and quietly, he was nearly done when a perky, blonde head peeped out of the other tent.

"You're leaving? I was gonna invite you to dinner! I'm a hell of a camp cook!"

She made Anton think of Deep Woods Barbie. Her figure was impossibly top heavy, with narrow hips and small feet. Her bleach blond hair was in two tight braids and she was decked out in the latest Land's End gear, except for her ridiculously high heeled boots.

"Thanks, but no. I think I'll head in. I don't like camping in the rain."

"Huh, what's a little rain? I don't feel like it's a good trip, unless we get doused."

"I guess to each his own." He shrugged.

"Or hers!" She giggled, wiggling a scolding finger at him.

"Yeah."

"Bobby can help!"

"I'm good. thanks. Won't be long."

"Well, if you're sure."

She batted her eyelashes, in what Anton was sure she thought, was an alluring and seductive way. Instead, it gave him a shiver of disgust up his spine.

"Yes. Thanks." He finished packing and headed back down the trail. A mile or so away, he cut through underbrush to take the trail further up, past the camp. The area he intended to go was rough and primitive. It was used for hardcore campers and hunters. There was no proper bathroom, just a pump and latrine.

He hoped it would be deserted, or at least the folks weren't chatty. He was a man who liked his privacy. It had been his experience that the people who liked primitive camping, were usually men who preferred solitude. That was fine with him. Putting Bob and Louella from his mind, he strolled along. Admiring the scenery, he didn't push himself. He didn't feel the need to rush. For all intents and purposes, he was on vacation. It hardly mattered that he was lying low after a robbery.

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