Part 28 (1/2)
Tears spattered the crisp whiteness of the sheet, and I made no effort to stop them. I'd lost my grip on anger and a desire for revenge, and what I was left with was only loss. There was nothing that could be done to change what had occurred.
If I could turn back time, I would never have gone to the Carlisle place alone. But that wasn't being fair to me, either. My life was solving cases, and that brought danger into my world. I couldn't live in a bubble, completely protected from anything that might harm me. That wasn't living--that was only existing. My parents hadn't been like that, and neither could I.
The memory of my mother came back to me, and a sense of peace came with it. In my direst time of need, she'd appeared. All of these years of wanting just a moment with her, just a conversation. And she'd come because there was no one who could comfort me the way she could. While most people would call it a dream, I knew better.
The soft knock on the door drew me from my introspection, and I wiped at my tears. Tinkie entered the room, her face a reflection of my own tear-stained one.
”Is Oscar--” I couldn't finish the sentence.
”He's barely hanging on, but Doc is working on something.” She came to the bed and put her hands on my face, gently wiping away my tears. ”There's nothing I can say that will take away this pain. I grieve with you.”
She was the truest of friends. ”I know.”
”If your blood somehow saves Oscar . . .”
The irony wasn't lost on me, but irony is a weak and pitiful counterthrust to tragedy. ”Doc looked more hopeful than I've seen him in a long time. He's onto the solution this time.”
Tinkie had suffered her own loss, and I could read the sadness in her face. ”Sarah Booth, I'm so sorry. If only--”
”You didn't hit me, and neither did Oscar. The person who did this is responsible for a lot more than me. There're bad people in the world, and whether they're hiding at an old plantation or lurking in a mansion in Costa Rica, we can't spend our lives trying to avoid them. I was just thinking about this before you came in.”
”I feel like my life has been stripped away.” She sat on the edge of the bed. ”The two people I love most in the world are both in this hospital. Both have been terribly injured.” She smoothed the sheet. ”If I ever doubted that I could do bodily harm to someone, I know now that I can.”
Tilting toward her, I whispered, ”Don't let the other Daddy's Girls hear that. You'll be banned from high society.”
Her smile was worth the effort it cost me to lean forward.
”Doc says you can go home soon. He said you're young and healthy and that you'll be back in fighting form with no permanent damage.”
Funny that the human body could adjust so quickly to such a horrific emotional loss. Not so the heart. ”Bonnie Louise is still on the loose. And Janks, what ever his role was in this.”
”Do you think she waylaid you, or do you think it was Luther?”
”Coleman found footprints that match Bonnie's shoes.”
Tinkie nodded. ”It's just that the attack was so vicious. Of course, no one knew about the baby. But still, why would she beat you that brutally?”
I thought for a moment, remembering her attraction to Coleman. It was possible that Bonnie Louise was one of those people who had to harm anyone she perceived as in the way of what she wanted. ”I don't know. Look at what they did to Cece.”
”Luther's in jail caterwauling about a lawyer, but Coleman is stonewalling him.” Tinkie shrugged. ”If he had a hand in this, I hope he rots in prison.”
I told Tinkie about the key chain and what Coleman had discovered. Anger bloomed in red splotches on her cheeks. ”Well, the good news is that the weevils are dead. And I promise you one thing, if Bonnie Louise McRae did this because Oscar had to do his job and foreclose on their farm, she's going to pay big-time.”
”Let's focus on Doc helping Oscar and Gordon. Let Coleman handle Bonnie.” Even as I said the words, I knew they were false. I had a personal score to settle with Bonnie. ”I love having you here, Tinkie, but I know you need to be with Oscar.”
She rose slowly. ”You're going to be fine, Sarah Booth. You'll mend, and Graf will be here soon. Cece finally got word to him. He was on a shoot in the desert and we had a little trouble getting in touch. But he's doing everything he can to get here. The two of you have many good years ahead.”
”I know.”
She kissed my cheek. ”I love you like a sister.”
I caught her and held on. ”Right back at you.”
She was at the door when my phone rang. I picked it up. Coleman's voice came through the line.
”Sarah Booth, I've found Janks.”
”Where is he?” I had every intention of going there and confronting him.
”His body was dumped in Goodman's Brake. He'd been shot in the head. I'm waiting here for the forensic team before the body is transported.”
”He's dead?” The scenario of guilt I'd developed collapsed. ”How long?”
”The coroner will be able to give us a time when he gets here, but my best guess is at least a day. Maybe two. I'll keep you posted. Just recover.”
”Thanks for letting me know,” I said, caught in the sense that somehow, through all of this, Coleman and I had found our footing again as friends. I closed my cell phone.
Tinkie waited at the door and I relayed the information.
”Bonnie's cleaning up her accomplices. Luther should be glad he's in the jail,” she said.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The pain was like a cannonball slamming into my torso, but I took a breath.
”What do you think you're doing?” Tinkie asked.
”Getting my strength back.” I didn't have time to mope around a hospital bed.
26.
Doc was furious when he discovered me walking up and down the hallway. Thank goodness he had other fish to fry. Instead of corralling me, he had to save Oscar and Gordon, but he made it plain he was upset.
”I won't be responsible for the consequences if you persist in this hardheaded conduct,” he told me darkly as he tried to steer me back to my room.
”Erin Carlisle is missing. Lester Ballard and Jimmy Janks are dead. You're going to cure Oscar and Gordon.” I took a breath and shook free. ”And I'm going to nail the person who did this to me.”
”You're a strong, healthy young woman, Sarah Booth, but your body and your heart require time to mend.”
”Trust me, hammering the person responsible will help me recover a lot faster.” I couldn't deny the wisdom of his words, but Doc hadn't suffered my loss.
”What do you hope to accomplish? Coleman is on the case, why not let him handle it?”
I had my reasons. ”I'll be fine.”
”I won't sign your release form.”
Doc's stubbornness was an indication of his concern. ”I would expect nothing less.”