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ОглавлениеIf she made her patients wait this long she wouldn’t have any. Ella sat in the exam room and hugged her arms around her chest, grateful that Zach hadn’t deserted her. His frustration with medical personnel was evident by his frequent sighs and the pointed questions he asked the nurse concerning the lab results and CT scan. Yet he’d tried to buoy Ella’s spirits and never complained about his own discomfort.
Of course, the nurse didn’t have any way to speed up the lab technologists handling her specimens nor the CT techs, who had probably already given the results to the doctor. But Ella was beginning to feel as frustrated as Zach. Considering the number of patients in the waiting room when they’d arrived at the hospital hours ago, and the number of people who passed by in the hallway, if she received her test and lab results by lunchtime she would consider herself fortunate.
Not the way to run a hospital. Quin would have been equally as annoyed as the special agent, although her husband wouldn’t have hung around while she was being treated. He would have mumbled some excuse about needing to get to his research, and left her to find her own transportation home.
Ella shook her head at the memory of what their life together had been like, and then let out a lungful of air, mentally refusing to dwell on the past.
A tap sounded at the door.
She sat up straighter and raked her hand through her hair, not sure who to expect. “Come in.”
The door opened, and Zach stepped into the exam room, carrying a white paper bag. “Two coffees from the cafeteria, one with cream and sugar, and two breakfast sandwiches. Egg and sausage sound okay?”
“Sounds delicious. How did you know I needed food?”
“Just a hunch.” He glanced at the clock on the wall and then handed her a coffee and sandwich. “Patients could starve to death while they’re waiting in the ER.”
“I’ll remember that in case I’m ever a hospital administrator.” She accepted the food he offered.
“You’d be a good one, for sure.”
She was taken aback by his comment. He was probably just being nice and making idle chitchat, but she was so accustomed to Quin’s negativity that she hadn’t expected anything as affirming and supportive. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to cry.
She blinked back the tears that stung her eyes, feeling totally foolish as she removed the plastic lid and took a sip of the hot brew. “Coffee was just what I needed.”
Hopefully, he hadn’t realized the emotional turmoil that had taken her by surprise. She blamed it on fatigue and her recent brush with death. If only her memory would return, so she could grasp exactly what had happened.
“I thought you’d stepped outside to make a phone call,” she said as she unwrapped the sandwich.
“Actually, a number of calls. The first was to CID headquarters and the second to Corporal Powers’s unit to ensure they knew what had happened.”
“And did they?”
“He called them on his way to the hospital.”
“Did you learn anything about Mary Kate’s condition?”
“That was my third and final call. She remains critical and in ICU, but her husband is there, and so is her father.”
“Maybe they’ll offer each other support.”
Ella and Zach ate the sandwiches, and by the time they’d finished their coffees, another tap sounded at the door.
“I’ll wait in the hallway.” Zach left the room as the doctor entered.
“Did I scare him off?” the physician asked.
Ella appreciated Zach’s thoughtfulness in leaving so she could talk to the clinician, who seemed oblivious to the importance of patient privacy.
“I’m sure my labs were in normal range,” she said, to get the doctor back on track. “But what about the CT scan?”
“You have a slight concussion, so I want you to take it easy for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Continue to ice that lump on your head. You might have headaches for a day or so. Expect muscle soreness, especially where you were kicked. Ibuprofen will help or I can prescribe something stronger.”
She held up her hand. “That won’t be necessary.”
“I don’t know if you’re a churchgoing woman, but I believe in God’s benevolence. He was watching over you last night.”
His comment took her aback. She’d never had much of a relationship with God in her youth and had stopped asking for His help when her marriage had fallen apart.
“You were fortunate not to have broken ribs,” the ER doc continued. “Or something worse. If anything changes, don’t hesitate to come back. I doubt you’ll have to wait as long next time.”
“I’m hoping there won’t be a next time.”
“We’re short staffed right now, Dr. Jacobsen.” He tapped her file. “If you are looking for some weekend or evening work, I’m sure the personnel office would be happy to accept your application for employment.”
She smiled at the job offer. “Thanks, but my patients keep me busy.”
“I’m sure. We don’t see many Amish at the hospital. Every once in a while we’ll set a broken bone or tend to some farm injury. As you probably know, the plain folk usually tend to their own medical needs. I know they probably appreciate having you in their area.”
“Some do. Some don’t.”
He nodded. “That’s always the way. I wish you the best with your clinic. Let us know if we can be of help.”
Ella appreciated his comments almost as much as she was grateful for the clean bill of health. She found Zach in the hallway, and after receiving her treatment notes from the nurse, hurried with him to his car.
He opened the door to the passenger side and held her arm as she settled in the seat. She wasn’t used to such attention, but wouldn’t do anything to dampen his enthusiasm or good manners.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.
“Just a little tired, which I’m sure you are, as well. Thank you again.”
“No problem.” He was silent until they turned onto the main road leading to the Amish community. “I need to know a bit more about Mary Kate, if you feel up to talking.”
“I don’t know much about her family. She mentioned an older brother in Atlanta.”
“Any family history of violence?” Zach asked.
Ella looked down at her hands folded in her lap and weighed what she should tell the special agent. She needed to be truthful, but she also worried about the young family, who seemed to have so many problems.
“Her husband was recently diagnosed with PTSD.”
Zach kept his eyes on the road, but pursed his lips before he asked, “Do you know if he’s had any volatile incidents?”
“She mentioned a few problems, but nothing about any outbursts on his part. Still, she might have glossed over the severity of their situation.”
“One of the CID agents from post plans to question him later today.”
“Is he a suspect?”
Zach shook his head. “Not at this point.”
“You’re sure? Because if you do suspect him, then I’d be worried about the twins’ safety.”
“After I drop you off, Doc, I plan to pay the grandparents a visit.”
“We’ll go together. Their house is on the way.”
“Didn’t the ER doctor prescribe rest?”
“A house call won’t tax me unduly. Plus it will ease my mind to know the girls are all right.”
“We’ll make a short visit. Then you’re going straight home.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
He laughed. “You’re mixing branches of the service.”
“Whatever works.” She smiled. “But do me a favor. My first name’s Ella.”
“And I’m Zach.”
She pointed to the upcoming intersection. “Turn right. Then make another right at the four-way.”
She stole a glance at his sturdy shoulders and strong hands. Quin had been a small man. Zach was the exact opposite. He was all brawn and muscle, with deep-set eyes that continued to glance at her.
The strange ripple of interest she felt surprised her. Her marriage had been a failure. She wouldn’t try again with any man. Her clinic and her work provided everything she needed. And more.
“There’s the house. On the left.” She pointed to the two-story colonial with a circular driveway.
“I don’t want you to overdo it,” Zach cautioned again.
“I’m okay. Really. Ensuring the twins’ condition has improved will be better than any meds the doctor at the hospital could have prescribed.”
After Zach parked, Ella stepped from the car. Together, they walked to the front door, and he rang the bell.
Lucy Landers, the twins’ grandmother, cracked open the door. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and she wore a white apron over a calico dress. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Landers, I’m Dr. Jacobsen from the Children’s Care Clinic. I’ve been treating the twins and wanted to ensure they were feeling better.”
“Oh, forgive me, Dr. Jacobsen. I didn’t recognize you.” She opened the door wide. “Come in, please.”
Ella introduced Zach. “Special Agent Swain is from Fort Rickman. He’s investigating what happened at my clinic.”
The older woman’s eyes filled with tears. “My husband has been at the hospital all night. The doctors told him the next twenty-four hours are so important.”
Ella reached for her hand. “The medical personnel know what they’re doing.”
Mrs. Landers sniffed. “I hope you’re right.”
Ella glanced around the living room with its simple furnishings, and peered into the hallway. “What about the girls?”
“They’re still sleeping.”
“Did either child run a temperature in the night?” she asked.
The woman shook her head. “I checked them often. They stayed cool.”
“May I see them, Mrs. Landers?”
“Of course.” She motioned for Ella and Zach to follow her, and stopped at the threshold of a small bedroom where the twins lay sleeping.
Ella quietly approached the double bed and touched each child’s forehead, relieved that both girls felt cool and afebrile. One of the twins blinked her eyes open.
“Hi, Stacey.” Ella smiled down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.”
“Does your tummy hurt anymore?”
The little girl shook her head. “I’m hungry.”
Ella glanced at the grandmother. “Seems Stacey is ready for breakfast.”
“I’m so glad.” The woman held out her hand. “Come on, sugar. Let’s go into the kitchen. I’ll fix you a soft-boiled egg on toast. Won’t that taste good?”
The child looked at her sister. “What about Shelly?”
“She’ll wake up soon, sugar. When she does, I’ll make her an egg, too.”
Ella checked the second twin, who stirred and then snuggled down even deeper into the bedding.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” Ella whispered to Zach as they left the room. “I’m relieved knowing the girls are better.”
“Can I fix something for you folks?” Lucy asked from the kitchen. “How ’bout some coffee?”
“I need to get back to the clinic,” Ella said. “If anything changes, call me there.”
The front door opened and the twins’ grandfather entered the house. Heavyset and in his late fifties, Mr. Landers wore a plaid shirt and dark slacks.
“Are the girls sick again?” he asked in lieu of a greeting.
“No, sir.” Ella shook her head. “Both of them seem better. Stacey’s in the kitchen waiting for your wife to fix her something to eat. Shelly’s sleeping, but her fever has broken. I expect both girls to be back to normal by tomorrow morning.”
She introduced Zach.
“You’re from the fort?” the older man asked.
“That’s right, sir. I’m with the Criminal Investigation Division. We’re looking into your daughter’s attack. Mrs. Landers said you were with her at the hospital on post. How’s her condition?”
“The doctor said she’s critical and wouldn’t let me stay with her long.”
“That’s standard policy for patients in intensive care,” Ella tried to explain.
He nodded. “Hugh and I took turns. He’s having a hard time, and I’m worried about him.”
“Grandpa!” Stacey ran from the kitchen and into his open arms.
“How’s my Sassafras?”
“I’m not your Sassafras, Grandpa. I’m your Sweet Tea.”
His eyes widened. “Then you’re not Shelly?”
The little girl giggled. “Shelly’s a sleepyhead. Grandma said she’d wake up soon.”
“You’re feeling better, honey?”
The child nodded. “And hungry. Grandma wants to know if you’ll eat some eggs.”
“Tell Grandma I’m hungry enough to eat a bear.”
The girl laughed and raced back to the kitchen. “Grandpa wants bear with his eggs.”
The older man’s eyes clouded. “Don’t know what we’d do without those girls.”
“Sir, does anyone come to mind who might want to harm your daughter?” Zach asked.
He hesitated. “Hard to say.”
“So there is someone?”
Mr. Landers nodded. “Levi Miller.”
“Has he caused problems, sir?”
“Not problems, but he’s passed by a number of times in the last couple months.”
“I’m sure many Amish farmers and their families drive their buggies in front of your house,” Ella said. “You live on one of the main roads in this area.”
“But Levi is different.”
“How so, sir?” Zach asked.
“He always had his eye on Mary Kate.”
“Levi has a wife,” Ella insisted. “They’re expecting a child.”
Landers snarled. “That doesn’t make a bit of difference to some men. If I see him hanging around again, I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”
“Might be wise to notify the police, sir, if you have a grievance against Mr. Miller,” Zach cautioned.
The older man bristled. “I can take care of my family and don’t need the cops.”
“Sir, your daughter is in ICU. Someone shot her. I beg to differ. You do need law enforcement.” Zach handed the man his card. “If you see Levi around here, call me. I’ll question him.”
“I’m not sure you can help.” Mr. Landers excused himself and headed for the kitchen. “You folks can let yourselves out.”
When they’d stepped outside, Zach turned to Ella. “At some point, I’ll need to talk to Levi Miller.”
“Let me know when, and I’ll go with you. Levi’s wife is a patient of mine.” Ella headed for the car and thanked Zach as he held the door for her, before he rounded the vehicle and slipped behind the wheel.
“Mr. Landers isn’t a very welcoming man,” he said as he turned the car onto the road.
“He’s worried and not thinking rationally.”
“I’m sure that’s the case,” Zach agreed, “although there might be some truth to what he told us.”
Ella didn’t want to see Levi pulled into the investigation. He was a good man and a helpful neighbor. Again, she thought of how life had changed since the attack.
Staring out the window, she took in the rolling hills and farmland that she loved. In the distance, she could see a number of Amish homes. Their way of life had attracted her after Quin’s death, when she didn’t know where to go or to whom to turn. She’d found comfort here and a sense of welcome from some of the families.
But all that had changed when the intruder broke in last night. Could he have been stalking Mary Kate? If so, Ella refused to believe that Levi was the assailant. He was a man of peace with a sweet wife and a baby on the way.
Zach parked in her driveway and walked her to the front door of the clinic. She pulled the key from her purse, stuck it in the lock and turned the knob.
Glancing into the waiting room, she gasped. Her heart skittered in her chest and the fear she had felt last night returned full force.
“What’s wrong?” Zach asked, dropping his hand protectively on her shoulder.
“The attacker,” she whispered, unable to control the tremble in her voice. “He returned. This time, he destroyed my clinic.”
