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Tommy didn't like hospitals. Yes, he had met Megan in one, back when she had been a young surgical resident, and it had been the start of the best time of his life, but ever since… too many visits… some rather blurred, thanks to whatever emergency drugs they had dosed him with, some painfully clear.
The waiting was always the worst. For a doctor's verdict, for the night to pass, for an antidote to arrive…
At the moment he was waiting for Megan to reemerge from Karl Simmon's room. And although she was in perfect health, at least as far as he knew, he dreaded seeing her.
She's never actually lied to me before though…
Thanks to his, well, yeah, at times hot temper people pictured Tom Sullivan as a rough and tumble, go in with guns blazing kind of guy, not exactly Mr. Subtlety himself. But after the shit he had pulled in New York they would have never given him a spot in Philly, had he been just boldness and muscle.
He was a good cop.
And as a good cop he knew that rigor mortis started approximately two hours after death in the smaller muscles, those in the face and neck for example, and then slowly worked its way down through the body. Wallace's daughter couldn't have died more than three or four hours before she was found. There was no way her father had shot her.
What was he going to tell Megan?
I'm here because you lied to me.
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him.
I'm a DOCTOR, Tommy! I KNOW what a bite mark looks like! And that one on your shoulder is circular in appearance and contains triangular shaped wounds where the incisors damaged the skin. It's clearly human. Don't insult me by making up a story about a thug that assaulted you! You cheated on me, Tommy.
Twenty years and the words still stung. She had been dead on. With everything.
Jeez, he HATED that he would have to corner her like that, would probably have to threaten her with taking the issue "upstairs" – would have to accuse her of lying.
He had lost all rights to do that two decades ago.
But there was also the knowledge that unlike him, Megan would never lie to hush up some personal blunder. Never.
So whatever had made her lie to him in that park, by that poor girl's dead body, was serious. Megan was in grave trouble.
He would not let her face it alone. Even if it meant enduring her wrath.
After all he deserved it, still.