"Dr. John Carter to the information desk. Dr. John Carter to the information desk." The
intercom in the hospital blared.
Thats odd, he thought getting up from the conference table, where Kerry Weaver, Mark Greene
and another doctor he had not been introduced to sat quietly.
"Excuse me." He told them.
"Whats up?" He asked, after walking the short distance to the desk, where a woman sat
answering phones.
"The police are on line two."
"The police!"
"That's what I said." The woman answered dryly.
"Dr. Carter?" He said, answering the phone.
"Dr. Carter, this is detective O'Riley, Chicago P.D. A sport-utility vehicle registered to
you has been involved in an accident. It was ran thorugh the front entrance of a USA Bank. Now,
leaving the scene of an accident is a major..."
Carter cut him off, "Was a young woman driving the car."
"I just told you, it was empty."
"Oh, shit!"
He slammed the phone down. "Tell Weaver I had to leave, family emergency." He ordered the
woman behind the counter.
As he walked out the door, he saw Abby climbing out of a yellow taxi cab, at the rear entrance
of the emergency room.
"Abby, oh God." He said running over to help her out.
"He was there." She answered his unasked question.
"We have to go to the police."
"I know, oh God Carter." She said hugging him tightly, "The bastard, the goddamn bastard."
Filing another police report was a lenghty procedure and Abby Lockhart had enough.
"That's it I'm going home." She said, sending the clip-board sailing across the desk to the
officer.
"Mam, is there anything else you can tell us."
"I jumped out of the damn car after he put a gun to me head, what more could I possibly tell
you."
"What type of gun was he carrying?"
"I don't know-it was a gun." She said, almost hysterically, she was getting mad, for no good
reason.
"What did you do when you jumped out of the vehicle."
"I rolled on the street, nearly got myself killed. I was fine other than the shock and
realization of what I had just done. I limped into the resturaunt that was right across the
street and they called me a cab."
"Thank you, we're still trying to find him."
"Thanks officer." Carter said, finally speaking, turning to Abby he said, "Come on, I'm
taking you back to the house."
"Your grandmother is going to kill me. I totalled her Jeep."
"Abby, it's okay."
"I need some clothes," she announced, glancing down at her wet jeans and white sweater, that
had become mud-covered.
"We can find some at the house. You are not going back to that apartment."
intercom in the hospital blared.
Thats odd, he thought getting up from the conference table, where Kerry Weaver, Mark Greene
and another doctor he had not been introduced to sat quietly.
"Excuse me." He told them.
"Whats up?" He asked, after walking the short distance to the desk, where a woman sat
answering phones.
"The police are on line two."
"The police!"
"That's what I said." The woman answered dryly.
"Dr. Carter?" He said, answering the phone.
"Dr. Carter, this is detective O'Riley, Chicago P.D. A sport-utility vehicle registered to
you has been involved in an accident. It was ran thorugh the front entrance of a USA Bank. Now,
leaving the scene of an accident is a major..."
Carter cut him off, "Was a young woman driving the car."
"I just told you, it was empty."
"Oh, shit!"
He slammed the phone down. "Tell Weaver I had to leave, family emergency." He ordered the
woman behind the counter.
As he walked out the door, he saw Abby climbing out of a yellow taxi cab, at the rear entrance
of the emergency room.
"Abby, oh God." He said running over to help her out.
"He was there." She answered his unasked question.
"We have to go to the police."
"I know, oh God Carter." She said hugging him tightly, "The bastard, the goddamn bastard."
Filing another police report was a lenghty procedure and Abby Lockhart had enough.
"That's it I'm going home." She said, sending the clip-board sailing across the desk to the
officer.
"Mam, is there anything else you can tell us."
"I jumped out of the damn car after he put a gun to me head, what more could I possibly tell
you."
"What type of gun was he carrying?"
"I don't know-it was a gun." She said, almost hysterically, she was getting mad, for no good
reason.
"What did you do when you jumped out of the vehicle."
"I rolled on the street, nearly got myself killed. I was fine other than the shock and
realization of what I had just done. I limped into the resturaunt that was right across the
street and they called me a cab."
"Thank you, we're still trying to find him."
"Thanks officer." Carter said, finally speaking, turning to Abby he said, "Come on, I'm
taking you back to the house."
"Your grandmother is going to kill me. I totalled her Jeep."
"Abby, it's okay."
"I need some clothes," she announced, glancing down at her wet jeans and white sweater, that
had become mud-covered.
"We can find some at the house. You are not going back to that apartment."