Without remorse - Tom Clancy [60]
'Oh, God... oh, God... Pam.' The look on what ought to have been a ruggedly handsome face was one of black despair.
'She was with me,' Kelly told Rosen a few minutes later. 'Do you know anything, doc?'
'The police will be here in a few minutes, John, but, no, I don't know anything. Maybe they took her to another hospital.' He tried to hope. But Sam knew that it was a lie, and he hated himself for lying. He made a show of taking Kelly's vital signs, something Sandy could have done just as well, before examining his patient's back. 'You're going to be okay. How's the shoulder?'
'Not real great, Sam,' Kelly replied, still groggy. 'How bad?'
'Shotgun - you took quite a bit, but - was the window on the car rolled up?'
'Yeah,' Kelly said, remembering the rain.
'That's one of the things that saved you. The shoulder muscles are pretty beaten up, and you damned near bled to death, but there won't be any permanent damage except for some scarring. I did the job myself.'
Kelly looked up. 'Thanks, Sam. Pain isn't so bad ... worse the last time I -'
'Quiet down, John,' Rosen ordered gently, giving the neck a close look. He made a mental note to order a complete new set of X rays just to make sure there wasn't something he had missed, maybe close to the spine. 'The pain medication will kick in pretty fast. Save the heroics. We don't award points for that here. 'Kay?'
'Aye aye. Please - check the other hospitals for Pam, okay?' Kelly asked, hope yet in his voice though he knew better, too.
Two uniformed officers had been waiting the whole time for Kelly to come out from under. Rosen brought in the older of the two a few minutes later. The questioning was brief, on doctor's orders. After confirming his identity, they asked about Pam; they already had a physical description from Rosen, but not a surname, which Kelly had to provide. The officers made note of his appointment with Lieutenant Allen and left after a few minutes as the victim started to fade out. The shock of the shooting and surgery, added to the pain medications, would diminish the value of what he said anyway, Rosen pointed out.
'So who's the girl?' the senior officer asked.
'I didn't even know her last name until a couple minutes ago,' Rosen said, seated in his office. He was dopey from lack of sleep, and his commentary suffered as well. 'She was addicted to barbiturates when we met them - she and Kelly were living together, I suppose. We helped her clean up.'
'Who's "we"?'
'My wife, Sarah. She's a pharmacologist here. You can talk to her if you want.'
'We will,' the officer assured him. 'What about Mr Kelly?'
'Ex-Navy, Vietnam vet.'
'Do you have any reason to believe that he's a drug user, sir?'
'Not a chance,' Rosen answered, a slight edge on his voice. 'His physical condition is too good for that, and I saw his reaction when we found out that Pam was using pills. I had to calm him down. Definitely not an addict. I'm a physician, I would have noticed.'
The policeman was not overly impressed, but accepted it at face value. The detectives would have a lot of fun with this one, he thought. What had appeared to be a simple robbery was now at least a kidnapping as well. Wonderful news. 'So what was he doing in that part of town?'
'I don't know,' Sam admitted. 'Who's this Lieutenant Allen?'
'Homicide, Western District,' the cop explained.
'I wonder why they had an appointment.'
'That's something we'll get from the Lieutenant, sir.'
'Was this a robbery?'
'Probably. It sure looks that way. We found his wallet a block away, no cash, no credit cards, just his driver's license. He also had