“Maggie, Love, how do you feel? You’re in University Medical Center. Doctor says you have a concussion, but once you woke up, you’d be just fine ... and now you’re awake!” he said, eyes wide with obvious relief.
“I know, Love. We found him. Don’t cry, Love. Who, Maggie? Who did this?”
Suddenly Ben’s head popped up behind the nurse’s, cell phone to his ear.
“Hi, Mom, I brought the nurse!” he said, looking at me with love, concern and relief. Then holding the phone up a second, he said, “Calling Michael. He insisted I call him the minute you woke up.” Then into the phone he said, “She’s awake. Nurse is checking her now, but she’s talking and ... what? No, she looks good considering she’s got a bandaged head ...”
“It’s early Sunday afternoon, Love.” Colin said. “You’ve been sleeping for quite some time. Doctor said it was normal, though, from the blow to your head and the cold. Don’t worry. Do you feel up to talking to Chief Callahan? He wanted to see you as soon as possible.”
“When Sharon called Friday night, I wanted to come right then, but I waited a day for further reports. When the doctors said you’d be fine but needed lots of rest, I just packed everything up and came two weeks earlier than planned for the wedding! I’m now your new roommate and am at your service to get everything done at home in time for you to walk beautifully down the aisle with this handsome man of yours!”
“Go!” Callahan said to his officers. “Professor, they go first.” Colin stayed back, but not by choice. He and the chief followed behind the officers who had their weapons drawn and were proceeding cautiously but quickly up the stairs, flashlights leading the way. The bell had stopped ringing. Colin thought he was much too far behind, and he wished desperately for his gun.
Shifting his mind to investigative mode, he assessed the scene, noting the placement of the body, the strewn papers, the amount of blood. Boyle had been stabbed in the chest, but no weapon had been found as yet.