Chapter 4
"Absolutely not. No way." The mans voice was steady and stern. Bobby sighed into the phone, his voice raising with each and every word.
"You don't understand...I've got to go there...I've got to see her." He was nearly shouting
"You knew the risks, you know the deal. You can't go back. Ever. Not unless the threat is eliminated, and, it hasn't been". He was unwavering. When Bobby didn't respond the man sighed. "Look, she's alive. That should hold you over. I will try and I repeat..try to get you more information as it becomes available. That's the best I can do. The bargain ends here. I'll be in touch." And he hung up.
Bobby continued to wear out the floor boards. He hasn't slept in over 24 hours he realized. He knew the Agent was right...and just doing his job. Bobby went to lay down but tossed and turned. He replayed the conversation with the agent over and over. "I'll try to get you more information...the best I can do." Well, Bobby thought, that's not good enough. He picked up the phone again and began to dial.
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His cell phone hadn't stopped ringing for two days now. He was agitated, worried, and still in a fair amount of pain himself. He had spent the past two days in the hospital with his injured detectives and their families..at the wakes and funerals of some others...held vigil with those families who had missing detectives. He sighed and looked down and the phone's caller ID. A number he didn't recognize came up.
"Ross." He answered. He was greeted by silence. His patience wore thin. "This is Captain Danny Ross. Hello?"
"C..Captain" he managed to stammer out.
Ross put his ear closer to the phone. He knew that voice...
"Captain. Do you know who this is? And if you do, please...please pretend you don't...and just listen."
"Yes, but I don't think I can help you."
"You can. First tell me. Is she bad?"
"Yes."
"Unconscious?"
"Yes"
"Will she live?" He barely managed to get those words out.
Ross didn't answer.
"I'm flying in tomorrow night. My plane gets in at 11PM. I want to see her. Please..you have to help me. I just need a few hours. Then I'll be gone again. You are my last chance."
Ross couldn't believe he was about to do this. But still, the words fell out of his mouth. "OK...but you need to call the hospital directly. Visiting hours are no different for the victims of the bomb here. Hours are from 8-9PM. After that it's pretty quiet. There are absolutely no visitors from 11PM-4AM". Even though he was fairly certain nobody was listening to the conversation, he paused for effect. "Somewhere to eat while you wait? Well there is a little coffee shop across the street. They have a great midnight special. I hope I've helped you." And with that he hung up. He hoped Goren understood his code. How the hell was he going to sneak Goren in and out without anyone seeing him. He couldn't help but smirk a little. Even after almost three years, it was still Goren who was causing him trouble. He shook his head and allowed himself a chuckle.
