121 Mommy Fell Asleep (2/2)
”Put them down on the bed. Do you know how to perform CPR?” they asked.
My mind went blank. ”Yes!” I said finally. ”I was trained.”
”Okay. Move the victim to the ground.” I beckoned the cop over and asked him to help me. With some effort, the woman was on the ground. ”You got them down?” the person asked.
”Yes.”
”You have to turn on their back and start CPR immediately.” I checked the bleeding.
”The bleeding?” I asked.
”Has it reduced?” the person on the other side asked. I nodded before realizing that they couldn't see me.
”Yes, it was reduced a lot, but I think the heart not working properly is at hand.”
”Continue CPR, we will arrive in two minutes.” And so I did.
I continued CPR and because there was nothing to intubate the woman with, I had to do it manually. I was no doctor, but I was good at what I did. There was rushing and shuffling of feet and finally, the medic arrived. I was pushed aside and they started their expert hands worked on the woman.
Twenty minutes of trying later, nothing happened. The woman was transported to the nearest hospital but pronounced dead.
I was following behind with Nash driving. The little boy was snuggled under my arm, not understanding what was happening. When we arrived at the hospital, we were given the news. I scrubbed my face and held onto the boy's hand.
”Is my mother okay?” he asked in a small voice. I didn't know how to answer. I looked at Nash, pleading for him to help. Nash dropped to his knees beside the boy.
”Do you live with your mother?” he asked. The boy nodded. ”What is your name?” He refused to answer. ”Do you have any other adults who can come?”
”Daddy,” he murmured softly.
”Oh, can you give us his number?” Nash asked. The boy shook his head. ”Why?” he implored.
”Because Daddy made Mommy fall asleep.” Nash controlled his expression and looked up at me. I knew what to do.
”Okay, honey. Come with me, okay? Give us your father's information and we will find him.”
”I don't want to meet him!” he yelled. People turned around to look. I patted his back.
”You don't have to meet him. We need to call him because he made your mother fall asleep, okay?” The child had no idea what death was. So different from Carol.
He gave his father's name and phone number. I was startled when I read it.
”What is it?” Nash asked, perplexed.
”It's Rodney McCain,” I whispered. Nash looked confused. ”The singer,” I added.
Nash hung his head. ”Call reinforcement. The man divorced his wife on bad terms. He cheated and beat his wife, too. When the media finds out, it is going to be bad. The shit is going to hit the fan.”
I groaned. One high-profile case after another.
”And guess who his lawyer is?” Nash lifted his brow.
”Who?” I asked, oddly suspicious.
”Matthew Collins,” he breathed. ”The creepy lawyer I told you about.”
My smile dropped. ”Famous singer. Creepy lawyer. It seems we have to fight to get a confession or conviction, don't we?”
Nash shrugged. ”Forget about going home for the next week, Evie. And kiss Sebastian goodbye. You won't be seeing him for long.”
”You have got to be kidding me,” I breathed when we got out of the hospital with the child in tow. The cameras flashed. I tucked the kid behind me, stopping the cameras from catching a glimpse of him. Nash strode forward and yelled.
”Please make way!” They crowded around him like the locust. I saw a narrow road of escape and took it. I felt bad for Nash, but protecting the kid from wild questions was the priority. Damnit.
How did they come here so fast?