15th Affair (Women's Murder Club 15)

He checked me out.

“On a scale of one to ten, with ten being excruciating, how do you feel?”

“I feel like someone beat me up.”

“You remember that?”

“Vividly.”

“Have you ever had a CT scan before?”

“No.”

“Well, get ready for a new experience. I’ll let you know how your head looks, and then we’re going to keep you here overnight for observation.”

“I left my one-year-old with a neighbor. Someone needs to look for witnesses.”

“I’m on duty until eleven,” DiDonato said. “Dr. Santos will take over after that. Maybe he’ll release you in the morning.”

Conklin arrived while I was waiting for my CT scan. He looked both scared and mad.

“What happened? You were mugged? You?”

“I was beaten up by four Asian guys, but I’m alive. I wasn’t robbed,” I said, waggling the ring finger of my left hand with its sparkling array of diamonds.

“So why were you beaten? What did they want?”

“Something about Chan, I think. I can’t swear, Richie. It happened too fast. Why me? I’ve got no idea,” I said.

CHAPTER 40

AT AROUND EIGHT the next morning, Rich wheeled me out of the hospital, helped me into his Bronco, and strapped me in.

Then he let me have it.

“You’re overtired. You could have been killed. You have nothing on the guys who beat you—nothing. No names, vague descriptions, and you didn’t get a lick in. You know what that tells me, Linds? That you’re off your game. It’s Sunday. Day of rest and you should take it. Go to bed and stay there. I can handle this by myself.”

I wasn’t having it.

“What am I going to do at home, Rich? Watch the plane crash over and over again on TV?”

“That. And sleep.”

“Look. I admit I was stupid, OK? I should have had my piece with me. I should have had my head on straight. But I repeat. I was just going to the store for a minute. And, by the way, I outrank you. You don’t get to bench me.”

“You want Brady to put you on medical? Because I have him on speed dial,” said my partner, my brother, my backup, my comrade, my friend. When I didn’t answer immediately, he said, “You need to listen to me. Stay home.”

“No way.”

I held on to his arm as he helped me into my apartment building’s creaky elevator. Mrs. Rose opened the front door and told us to hush. “Julie is sleeping.”

“Can you stay? I have to go to work,” I said.

Rich gave me a scalding look, but Mrs. Rose didn’t catch it. She stepped up once again, saying, “Of course, Lindsay. At this rate I’ll be able to retire to the South of France pretty soon.”

“Before you retire, I’m promoting you to captain of the Emergency Baby Care Squad.”

“Fine. I’d like a salute,” she said. “No one’s ever saluted me before.”