Twice Dead - Catherine Coulter [173]
Sherlock said from behind her, “Did you slam the shift into park?”
“Oh, yes. There was an awful grinding noise, like the transmission was tearing itself up. The Explorer shuddered, screamed, and all the wheels locked up. I went into a skid. I tried to let the side of the Explorer scrape against the redwoods, to slow me down, but then the road twisted again. I knew I was going to die.”
Savich pulled her very gently into his arms, settling her on his lap. Dr. Chu never released her left hand. Lily lay against him, her head on his shoulder. She felt Sherlock’s fingers lightly stroking her hair. She drew a deep breath and said, “I remember so clearly slamming head-on into that poor redwood, thinking in that split second that the redwood had survived at least a hundred years of violent Pacific storms but it wouldn’t survive me.
“I remember hearing the blaring of the horn, so loud, like it was right inside my head. And then there wasn’t anything.”
She pulled back and smiled, a beautiful smile, clean and filled with self-awareness and hope. “Now, this is a very strange thing, Dillon. The brakes didn’t work. Did someone try to kill me?”
Since Dr. Chu was still holding her hand, Lily wasn’t frightened. Actually, she felt good all the way to her toes. Her smile didn’t fade a bit with those awful words.
“Yeah,” Savich said, looking directly into her eyes. “Probably so. Isn’t that a kick?”
“Now,” Dr. Chu said, “let’s go back and see how it happened that you ended up in the hospital with all those sleeping pills in your stomach.”
Lily felt peaceful and excited at the same time. “Yes, let’s go back.”
SIX
Hemlock Bay, California
“All right, MAX, whatcha got?”
Sherlock walked over, looked down at the laptop screen. “Oh, dear, he’s not doing anything. You don’t think he’s becoming MAXINE again so soon, do you, Dillon? He’s in a mood?”
“Nah, MAX is still a he, and he’s concentrating. He’s going to turn up something for us.”
“You hope.”
“MAX shuddered a bit. That means he’s digging deep. Is Lily asleep?”
“Yes, I checked on her. She didn’t want a pain pill. Said she didn’t need it. Isn’t that amazing?”
“Lily told me that a doctor who could make her feel good without hurting her was sure an improvement over a husband who can’t. She said she still feels better for having met her.”
“Since Dr. Chu didn’t hold our hands, we’ll have to work out our stress at the gym. Too bad.” Then Sherlock laughed. “Remember when she asked Dr. Chu to marry her? That was good, Dillon. She wants out of this mess.
“Now, according to Mrs. Scruggins, Tennyson will be home in about two hours. She told me she’s making a vegetarian dinner for you—her special zucchini lasagna, and an apple-onion dish that she assured me would make you hum and help you keep your, er, physique perfect. I think she’d like to see you on a calendar, Dillon. What do you think?”
Savich laughed, then smacked MAX very lightly on his hard drive with the palm of his hand.
“Not going to commit yourself, are you? Okay, she’s got a big crush on you, Dillon. I think it struck when she saw you in your T-shirt this morning, your pants zipped up but not fastened. There was lust in her eyes when she said your name. She had her hands clasped on her bosom. That’s a sure sign she wants you.”
Savich cocked a dark eyebrow at his wife. “Don’t go there, Sherlock, it scares me too much.”
She thought about how she felt whenever she saw him in a T-shirt—or less—and didn’t doubt Mrs. Scruggins’s fast-beating heart one bit. She lightly touched her fingertips to the back of his neck and began to knead.
MAX beeped.
“He’s jealous.”
“No, that was a burp. Well, maybe he’s telling me he’s distracted, what with you draped all over me.”
Sherlock leaned down to kiss the back of his neck,