Part 7-FEARS & A REVELATION
The next day was a hazy, unsettled typical midsummer day, ion-rich with a feeling of upcoming thunderstorms. The mid-morning was partly sunny and warm but sticky and uncomfortable. Speed pulled up to the clean front façade of National Hospital, grabbed a bouquet of white roses, and got out to enter the glass door of the building. He felt the instant refreshing relief of air conditioning as he approached the reception area.
"Excuse me, but I'm here to pick up Trixie Shimura. Has she been discharged yet?" Speed asked politely.
"Just a moment, sir and I'll check," the receptionist replied. She rifled through an index file and came up with a card. "Ah yes, here it is. Yes, she's been discharged and should be down shortly. Would you care to have a seat in the waiting room here, and she'll be right with you."
"Thank you, ma'am." Speed went over to a sofa and sat down to wait.
He took a look about the hospital lobby area and thought idly about how antiseptic everything appeared, even the flower arrangements. He hated hospitals and the way they tried to hide the reality of daily life and death struggles that took place within their portals with a veneer of scrubbed sterility.
Speed sighed as he remembered talking to Trixie over an hour ago. She told him that she was getting discharged and he told her he would come and pick her up. She had sounded better, more animated but also a bit subdued, as if she were afraid of something and not telling him. After he had left last night, she had called him and asked him to bring a change of clothes to her, her outfit she had on when she was brought in being blood spattered and useless. He had felt a bit awkward going into her bedroom and gathering her personal belongings but he put those feelings aside for beside him, she had nobody who could take care of these things. He had brought Trixie's things back last night and had hoped he could see her one more time but it had been after visiting hours so the night supervisor took the small bag from him and much to his chagrin, pushed him out. He had been disappointed but then realized that she needed her rest so he accepted the fact and went home.
Speed was still deep in thought when he felt a light tap on his knee. He looked down curiously and saw a small boy, eyes as bright as buttons grinning up at him.
"Hey mister, are you Speed Racer? My brother said you were." He pointed to a youth of about 13 standing on the opposite side of the room, blushing and trying not to stare. Speed smiled back, "That's me."
"And that car out front's the real Mach 5?"
"Uh-huh." Speed answered.
"Can I have an autograph?" the boy pleaded. His brother came over and tried to pull him away.
"C'mon, Danny, we shouldn't bother him."
Speed pulled out his pen with a smile. "He didn't bother me. You guys have some paper?" When they shook their heads, Speed signed his name on the front of their t-shirts.
Both boys were dazzled. "Gee, thanks, Speed. You're the best!" They stood there their faces agog with the attention of the local celebrity.
Speed chuckled as the elevator doors slid open and a nurse pushing a wheelchair bearing Trixie came forward. Making his excuses to the boys he shot to his feet and came over.
"Hi Trix, how ya feeling, huh?" he asked as he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
Trixie managed a weak smile. "Okay, a bit stiff but I'll be fine. Thanks for missing practice and coming to get me. I hope Pops isn't too mad."
"Are you kidding? He insisted that I come. He was really worried about you," Speed assured her. He handed her the bouquet of roses. "Here, these are for you."
"Oh Speed, you didn't have to," she said, breathing deeply of the soft fragrance.
"I promised to bring you some more, remember?" She nodded gazing gratefully at him. He smiled and added, "You ready to go?" At Trixie's nod, she attempted to rise up out of the wheelchair but Speed placed his hand on her shoulder, detaining her. "Oh no, you stay put. I'll wheel you out to the car." He began to push her toward the door and out into the hot humid air.
"Wow, it's a real scorcher," Trixie remarked as Speed pushed her to the passenger side of the Mach 5. He pushed the levers locking the wheels and gently helped her into the car.
"Yeah, but I'll fire up the air conditioning and we'll keep cool."
He made sure she was comfortable, brought the wheelchair back to the hospital lobby, and then made his way to the driver's side. He climbed in behind the wheel and pushed the Control D button. There was a hum and then the cockpit instantly became enclosed. Speed started the motor, pushed another button on the dashboard and the cool air vented in, immediately making the atmosphere more comfortable. He shifted gears and pulled out and away from the hospital.
Conversation was stilted between them due mostly to Trixie's side still being tender and her being in a weakened state. Speed was careful not to drive too fast or to say anything that might make her twitch or pull on her stitches. She had a baker's dozen of them on her side and she needed to recuperate a few days while she mended before she had the stitches out in a week.
Speed pulled into the cul-de-sac and drove to the end where the Racer home stood. He turned the Mach 5 into the driveway and cut the motor.
"Well, here we are, home sweet home," he said cheerfully as he pressed Control D and the dome detracted.
Trixie glanced about with a quizzical expression on her pretty face. "Speed, this isn't my home."
"I know. It's mine." He grinned engagingly at her as he vaulted over the side before she could say anything. He strode over to her side and opened the door, offering his hand to assist her out. "We all thought that it'd be better for you to be here in our guest room and not alone while you're recuperating."
"We?"
"Yeah. Mom, Pops, and me." Speed slipped his arm around her. "You don't have anyone to take care of you so we will."
"Oh Speed, I don't want to be a bother. You and me barely know each other," Trixie protested weakly but he was undaunted.
"Trix, we're not strangers. And you said so yourself, I saved your life. So, in doing such, I'm obligated to see to it that you're good as new. You wouldn't want me to feel like I can't finish what I start, do you?" Speed coaxed as he propelled her to the front door.
"Of course not, but--"
Speed laid his finger on her lips. "No arguments then. You're staying with us and we aren't taking no for an answer. They climbed the three stairs to the door. Speed opened the door and taking Trixie's elbow, guided her into his house. He set her in an easy chair and said, "You just relax here and I'll go get Mom. She's really anxious to meet you." He grinned at her then turned and disappeared down the hall and into the kitchen.
Trixie glanced about at her surroundings. The room was homey and comfortable in Danish Modern décor with a large fireplace and a 21" color TV console in the corner. On the mantle there were several family photos with a large trophy bearing the name "Dragon Racer - Champion Wrestler" on it. Trixie got up wincing slightly to take a closer look at the photos, her curiosity piqued. She smiled when she saw a photo of an obviously much younger Speed with a handsome, mahogany haired boy of about 18 in front of a red racing car with a 4 on the door. Trixie couldn't help grinning at the younger Speed who was staring up at his brother, naked adoration shining in his cornflower blue eyes.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Trixie turn and meet Speed and his mother, who stepped up to her with a warm, welcoming smile, identical to Speed's.
"Trix, this is my mom."
She reached out her hand. "Trixie, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. How are you feeling?"
Trixie returned the smile. "Okay, I guess. A little tired, but I'll be fine." She lowered her head and added shyly, "Speed told me that you want me to stay here while I get better. I appreciate it but I really don't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense!" Mom Racer interjected. "You need to have someone to take care of you till you're better. So you'll stay here. We've a very comfortable guest room."
"But I haven't any clothes with me," Trixie protested feebly but she was fighting a losing battle.
"Yes you do." Speed said. "Last night, when I went to get your things I took the liberty of taking your house key and I gave it to Mom while I went to get you this morning. She packed a suitcase for you with clothes and anything else you may need."
Trixie sighed resignedly. "So I guess I have no choice." She turned to Mom who had begun to look dismayed at her protests and she smiled sweetly, "Thanks ever so much, Mrs. Racer. I'd be pleased to stay here with you and your family. That is, if I won't be too much trouble."
"Of course not, dear," Mom said, relieved. Her eyes, the same color as Speed's twinkled.
"Outtasight!" Speed crowed. He took Trixie's hand and began to pull her along. "C'mon, I'll show you the guest room," but his mother laid a restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Speed, why don't you let me get Trixie settled. I'm sure she'd like to get some rest and something to eat. Besides, don't you have to practice? I know that your father gave you the morning off but if I know him, he'll expect you out there this afternoon," his mother reminded him.
"It isn't afternoon yet," Speed pointed out but Mom was firm.
"No, but your lunch is on the table and you need to eat before practice," she said softly but firmly.
Speed sighed in annoyance and shrugged at Trixie. "I guess I'll see you later then. Take care, Trix." He leaned and kissed her on the cheek then turned and headed to the kitchen.
Mom Racer smiled at Trixie, "I hope you don't mind but he really needs to eat before he goes out to the track."
Trixie hid her disappointment with a tired smile. "Not at all," she lied.
Mom took her arm and led Trixie down another hall to a room that had French doors. She opened the doors and Trixie found herself in an airy room, surrounded by windows on three sides. A full sized bed with a bright aqua spread and three pillows in different shades of green was the main attraction of the room, against the right side of windows. An air conditioner was fitted in one of the windows facing the doors. She noticed her suitcase on the floor against the foot of the bed, unopened. A dresser with a mirror hanging above it completed the room.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in here," Mom said as she turned the air conditioner on. "Two of the windows over your bed open if you prefer fresh air but I figured with today's heat, you'd like the air on." Trixie nodded, "Everything looks just fine, thank you."
"I hope you didn't mind that I went to your house to get you some things. I figured that Speed wouldn't have a clue about what a girl needs."
"Oh, no, I'm glad you did, Mrs. Racer," Trixie hastened to reassure her.
Mom smiled, satisfied. "Please call me Mom, everyone does. If you'd like to get some rest, just go ahead. Are you hungry?"
"A little maybe. But don't go to any trouble."
"Don't be silly. I have to feed the boys, fixing a tray for you will be absolutely no problem whatsoever." Mom Racer went to the door and disappeared toward the kitchen.
Trixie got her suitcase and pulled it on the bed gingerly, to favor her side. She began to unpack, noticing that Mom had chosen well for her, in spite of the fact that she hadn't even met her until just now. She was really glad that Speed's mother had gone to gather her belongings, she was right, he probably wouldn't have had a clue. Trixie giggled, as she thought about poor Speed, in her room, trying to figure out what kind of things a girl might need.
"What's so funny?" a rich tenor asked teasingly from the door. Speed stood there, holding a tray of food grinning.
Alarmed, Trixie blushed and stammered, "N-nothing. I was just unpacking."
Speed came in and set the tray on the nightstand. He sat beside her and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes. "You okay with all this? I mean, by your reaction before I kind of realized that I've sort of taken charge over you and that may be kind of pushy."
Trixie patted his hand reassuringly. "No Speed, it's okay. You're right, now with Daddy gone I don't have anybody to take care of me and it would've been hard to get well on my own." She gazed at him, her eyes shimmering like stars.
Speed's eyes also sparkled as he studied her, his mind spinning with the very nearness of her. He ran his hand down her cheek and took her chin in his hand to draw her lips closer to his. As they were about to meet, their mouths a fraction of an inch apart, a chimp and a young imp with brown coveralls came bursting into the guestroom.
"Hi Trixie!" Spritle Racer said with all the exuberance a seven-year-old could muster. His primate sidekick sat beside him and squealed a greeting as well.
Trixie chuckled, "Hi, Spritle."
Speed became irritated, his plan to spend a few minutes alone with his girlfriend falling into the category of lost cause. "Squirt, you have like the worst timing!" he growled in frustration.
Spritle pouted, "I just wanted to say hi to Trixie. Wow!" he said as he saw the bruise on Trixie's cheek. "Who hit you, Trixie?"
"Spritle, that's none of your business," Mom admonished from the doorway as she too came in.
Speed groaned inwardly, the guestroom was rapidly becoming Grand Central Station. His mother turned to him, "Honey, it's almost 1 o'clock. You'd better get going, the weather report just said strong thunderstorms for later and you know how your father is about practice." She grasped her youngest son's arm. "Spritle, you need to finish lunch, we have a dentist appointment at 2." She pulled the protesting youngster out of the room with Chim Chim following, chattering energetically.
Speed shrugged apologetically at Trixie. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I guess I'd better split too. He kissed her gently. "You eat and get some rest and I'll see you later." He got up and went to leave turning and blowing a kiss at her while she waved at his departing form, already missing him.
The thunderstorms promised by the radio all day finally arrived after dinner, heralded all afternoon with dark scudding angry clouds, lowering and making the air thick and ominous. Trixie had begged off dinner, her weakness overtaking her to the point that she wasn't hungry, she just wanted to nap. The medication the doctor had prescribed for her injuries also led to her lethargy so she stayed quietly in her guestroom the entire evening. Speed wanted to see her the minute he arrived home from practice but his mother restrained him, telling him that she wasn't feeling well and for him to leave her alone and eat his dinner. But fretting about Trixie he ate sparingly, his attention on the hallway leading to the guestroom.
The sky finally erupted in zigzagged bolts of lightning, sending torrents of rain down in accompaniment to the roar of thunder, and causing the Racer house to shake with the force. The lights flickered with each flash, causing the family to cast an uneasy eye to the sky occasionally, as they hurriedly finished their dinner. They were finished with the meal when a pink-white flash cracked just outside the kitchen window and before the subsequent deafening clap of thunder sounded the lights went out, plunging them into total darkness. Pops reached under the sink for candles, flashlights and a battery-powered lantern.
Speed leaped to his feet. "I'm gonna check on Trixie." "Wait son, take this." Pops handed him the lantern. Speed nodded and headed toward the guestroom.
In the guestroom, Trixie was deep in slumber and dreaming.
She was lying in her bed, the cool smoothness of the sheet against her flushed body, diffusing the heat as she lay there thinking of Speed. Suddenly, her window slid open and the cruel leering face of Slyme Balle sneered at her sadistically as he climbed in her room. He grinned evilly as he informed her that he had returned to finish their 'fun'. Trixie screamed and tried to scoot away but Slyme was too quick and he grabbed her using his superior strength while he tossed her on the bed. With horrified fascination she watched as he yanked her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her breasts as he chortled in triumph, leaning down to place his loathsome lips where she had allowed no man to go before.
NOOOO!
"NOOOO!" Trixie screamed as she sat bolt upright in the bed into the pitch darkness of the storm. The door burst open and Speed rushed in with the lantern, splitting the darkness by providing some light other than the frequent flashes of lightning at the windows from the storm. He placed the lantern on the nightstand and sat by her on the bed, taking her quaking form in his arms.
"Trixie, shhhh. It's okay, it's okay, baby. Shhhh, relax, it's all right."
Trixie looked at him with huge petrified eyes. "S-Speed? Is that you?"
Speed held her tighter. "Yeah, baby, it's me. We just had a blackout from the storm, is that what scared you?"
Clinging hard to Speed, Trixie glanced around and noticed the lightning and occasional thunder that raged outside. She blinked her eyes to acclimate herself to the low light.
"How long has it been storming?"
"Just about an hour. We just lost power and I was coming back to check on you. Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"I-I think so," Trixie said, still shaken by the eerie atmosphere of the storm and the residual fear from the nightmare.
"You're still trembling," Speed said gently as he cradled her head to his shoulder.
He rhythmically began stroking her hair back in a calming soothing way and gradually she began to feel better, the warmth of his body taking away the chill of fear. His strong, steady, heartbeat was also helping to lull her, constant like a metronome. She felt like a puppy, needing the ticking of an alarm clock to soothe her troubled being.
"Feeling better now?" Speed whispered as his ministrations continued unabated.
"Hmmm," Trixie answered as she relished Speed's strength compassing her.
"Good enough to tell me about what you dreamed to scare you so much?"
Trixie took a deep uneasy breath. "I-I dreamed that I was home, in my bed and that guy came back."
Speed's eyes narrowed as he thought about Balle. "Yeah?"
Trixie drew back from his shoulder to look into his eyes. "He said he wanted to finish our "fun".
"What the hell does that mean?" Speed was getting incensed.
"Before you came in, he had threatened me by intimating that he was going to have 'fun' with me," she replied.
"What kind of 'fun'?" Speed wanted to know, suspicious, his rage building inside.
"What do you think?" Trixie said bitterly.
Speed scowled darkly. "That dirty son-of-a bitch. If I ever see him again I swear I'll kill him." His eyes became stormy pools, fury flashing like the lightning outside.
Trixie took a deep ragged breath. "Just hold me, Speed." She buried her head in his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Trixie, I'll never let anyone hurt you. I'll always protect you," Speed spoke fiercely into her hair and tightening his embrace, more determined than anything now. There's no way you'll ever be alone again! He vowed silently as he continued to caress the shivering girl.
The next few days were days that Trixie found herself initiated and firmly entrenched into the Racer family daily routine. Mom Racer fussed over her constantly, practically waiting on her hand and foot, and refusing her offers of help, insisting that she rest. Spritle and the ever present Chim Chim were constantly spending time with her, asking her to play games and asking her all about flying. Pops was politely solicitous, asking if there was anything he could do and Speed was sweetly attentive, by her side continuously from the minute he came home from the track. He would tell her all about his performance on the track, preparing for the practice race in Raytona, and one day he brought out the Racer family album to show her all the pictures of him and Rex. At night, after Spritle (who would also hang around with Speed and Trixie every chance he could, much to Speed's chagrin) had gone to bed, Speed would take Trixie out to the swing on the patio where their mutual passions were expressed in relative privacy. Pops and Mom kept an eye on the two young people to make sure that things between them did not advance to the point of being dangerous but their growing closeness was undeniable.
It was the fourth day of Trixie's convalescence, a sunny Saturday, and the Racers were barbecuing, to take advantage of the stellar weather. Pops, in a magnanimous gesture had cancelled practice on the track, to spend some time with his neglected wife and family much to Speed's delight for that meant he could spend all day with Trixie. He had wanted to take her on a private picnic at a meadow he knew not far from Lake Icy Chill, but his plans were shot down by Pops who insisted that the family stay together. So Speed and Trixie played Spritle and Chim Chim doubles badminton while Pops tended the barbecue and Mom set the picnic table. It was this tranquil, suburban scene that Inspector Detector walked in upon.
"Hello, folks. Hope I'm not disturbing your Saturday." The inspector looked apologetic as he looked at the activities in progress. He removed his hat in awkward respect.
"Not at all, Inspector. Would you like to join us? There's plenty," Mom Racer invited, the very soul of cordial grace.
"Another time perhaps Mrs. Racer," he begged off politely. He addressed Pops. "Can I talk to Speed and Trixie a moment? I promise it won't take long."
Pops indicated with his spatula. "They're over playing badminton. Kids!" he bellowed, getting the attention of the four badminton players.
"Yeah Pops?" Speed called.
"The inspector's here to talk to you."
Speed took Trixie's racket and with his tossed them in a box on the side of the net. He came back to her and took her hand as she looked at him quizzically.
"I wonder what he wants, Speed," she commented uneasily.
"Dunno, but there's one way to find out. C'mon." He led her over to the patio where the suit clad officer awaited. Spritle and Chim Chim glanced over curiously.
"Hi Inspector," Speed greeted him.
Detector nodded and addressed Trixie, "How are you feeling, Trixie?"
She managed a somewhat wan smile, "Better. I get the stitches out on Tuesday. So what's up?"
"I'd like to speak to the two of you alone if I may."
"Sure, Inspector," Speed assured him. "We can go out front." He grasped Trixie's elbow and the trio began to head out front. Spritle and Chim Chim scampered over and made to follow but Pops detained them by grabbing the youngest Racer by his arm.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Spritle whined, "C'mon Pops, I wanna see what the inspector wants with Speedy." Chim Chim grunted and nodded.
"That's out. He came to talk privately with your brother and Trixie and the two of you are staying right here. Besides it's almost time to eat," Pops admonished firmly. Spritle began complaining.
At the boy's protest, Mom stepped in. "Your father is right. It's Speed's business, not yours." She shepherded the small Racer to the picnic table, his faithful monkey companion right on his heels. Disgruntled, Spritle sat at the table with his chin in his hands, pouting.
Out in front of the Racer home, Speed and Trixie took a seat on the concrete steps of the front stoop as Inspector Detector stood before them, a grim expression on his face. Both were wondering what the severity of the visit was all about.
He studied Trixie carefully, "Trixie, I need some more information from you about your father's business. I did a bit of checking and I know that Shim- Air Enterprises at one time was quite an outfit."
"Shim-Air Enterprises?" Speed asked incredulously, gazing at Trixie. "That was your father's business?" At Trixie's nod he let a low whistle. "No wonder you know so much about racing. Shim-Air's the best air support for racing teams in the business."
The inspector nodded, "A two million dollar a year business at one time. Your father used to pilot for some of the top racing teams in Formula 1. Transporting drivers and crews and spotting for road rallies. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," Trixie said softly, avoiding the inspector's eyes. Speed gazed at her in puzzlement.
"Are you familiar with Wiley's business?" Detector probed.
"How could I? I never even heard of him before he started calling me."
"Among other things, he's the owner of the Alpha Racing Team. He did ask you to fly for him."
"Y-yes, he did. But I refused when he told me what he wanted me to do." Speed was perplexed and a bit outraged by the inspector's questions. "Inspector, why this line of questioning? What exactly are you trying to imply?" he demanded but Detector ignored him.
"Trixie," the inspector said quietly. "Were you aware that your father was doing business with Wiley?"
Trixie's head shot up. "My father was an honest man!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"I never meant that he wasn't. I just wondered if you knew."
Trixie became defensive. "Of course I didn't know! My father wouldn't mix himself up with a character like that or do anything against the law. He drilled into me the importance of obeying the rules always since I was old enough to understand."
"Perhaps he didn't tell you because of that. You mentioned that you were having financial difficulties. Were those difficulties there when you and your father moved here."
Trixie sighed deeply. She answered in a low voice. "We had been having- problems-before we moved out here. He told me we were going to make a new start. Then he got sick and we spent all our time and most of our money getting him treatments at National Hospital. Then he died and the funeral expenses were enough to nearly leave me penniless. I have a few thousand left in the bank, the planes, the airfield and my convertible." She glanced at Speed then hung her head in shame. "I owe a lot of money to the hospital for my father's treatments."
Detector nodded again. "It makes sense. Wiley's a wealthy man and he needs your services so he made an offer that you refused. And you found out the hard way that he's a man who hates being refused. Wiley informed me he had entered into an agreement with your father to fly for the Alpha Team prior to his death."
"So you're saying he asked my father to do the same things he asked me to do and my father agreed." Trixie said in a small tight voice.
"That's what Wiley said."
Trixie shook her head blankly as if she didn't or couldn't fathom the fact. Now everything makes sense she said to herself how Wiley knew about my father's medical bills. Her eyes stung with hot tears at the revelation.
"No, no, no," she barely whispered in misery.
Trying to offer comfort, Speed reached and brushed a stray chestnut curl from her tear-filled eyes. "Everything will work out, Trix. Don't worry." He looped his arm around her slumped shoulders and hugged her tight but she did notice.
Detector cleared his throat and continued, "Trixie, do you know if your father has any papers or contracts that may show his involvement if any? We'll need 'em for evidence."
Trixie looked up bleakly and Speed was alarmed by the dead tone of her voice, like one whose world just came crashing down on her. "I'll go and look at home and I'll call you if I find anything."
"Good. I'll be in touch. Good-bye," the inspector said as he turned abruptly and headed for his car.
Speed got to his feet to watch the car pull away then offered his hand to help Trixie to get up. But she seemed totally unaware and was numbly motionless, staring off into space, her mind on what had been said. Speed found himself at a loss, her stunned attitude was scaring him.
"Trix?" he said uncertainly. "You okay?"
Trixie glanced up and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She just shook her head blankly as if she wanted to blot everything out. Then in a strangely calm and flat voice she said, "Please take me home, Speed."
"What? You can't stay out there all by yourself. You're still weak," Speed insisted but she didn't care.
"Take me home, Speed. Now." Trixie got woodenly to her feet and with steely resolve she addressed him. "I'll be packed in 15 minutes." She climbed up the stoop and opened the front door.
"But you haven't eaten yet."
Trixie turned and pinned him with her eyes. "Take me home, Speed or I'll go inside and call a cab. Either way I'm going home. Now."
Speed gave up. "Okay, okay, you win! Go pack and I'll wait for you in the Mach 5," he grudgingly agreed. Sighing, he strode over and climbed behind the wheel of his car to wait.
The next day was a hazy, unsettled typical midsummer day, ion-rich with a feeling of upcoming thunderstorms. The mid-morning was partly sunny and warm but sticky and uncomfortable. Speed pulled up to the clean front façade of National Hospital, grabbed a bouquet of white roses, and got out to enter the glass door of the building. He felt the instant refreshing relief of air conditioning as he approached the reception area.
"Excuse me, but I'm here to pick up Trixie Shimura. Has she been discharged yet?" Speed asked politely.
"Just a moment, sir and I'll check," the receptionist replied. She rifled through an index file and came up with a card. "Ah yes, here it is. Yes, she's been discharged and should be down shortly. Would you care to have a seat in the waiting room here, and she'll be right with you."
"Thank you, ma'am." Speed went over to a sofa and sat down to wait.
He took a look about the hospital lobby area and thought idly about how antiseptic everything appeared, even the flower arrangements. He hated hospitals and the way they tried to hide the reality of daily life and death struggles that took place within their portals with a veneer of scrubbed sterility.
Speed sighed as he remembered talking to Trixie over an hour ago. She told him that she was getting discharged and he told her he would come and pick her up. She had sounded better, more animated but also a bit subdued, as if she were afraid of something and not telling him. After he had left last night, she had called him and asked him to bring a change of clothes to her, her outfit she had on when she was brought in being blood spattered and useless. He had felt a bit awkward going into her bedroom and gathering her personal belongings but he put those feelings aside for beside him, she had nobody who could take care of these things. He had brought Trixie's things back last night and had hoped he could see her one more time but it had been after visiting hours so the night supervisor took the small bag from him and much to his chagrin, pushed him out. He had been disappointed but then realized that she needed her rest so he accepted the fact and went home.
Speed was still deep in thought when he felt a light tap on his knee. He looked down curiously and saw a small boy, eyes as bright as buttons grinning up at him.
"Hey mister, are you Speed Racer? My brother said you were." He pointed to a youth of about 13 standing on the opposite side of the room, blushing and trying not to stare. Speed smiled back, "That's me."
"And that car out front's the real Mach 5?"
"Uh-huh." Speed answered.
"Can I have an autograph?" the boy pleaded. His brother came over and tried to pull him away.
"C'mon, Danny, we shouldn't bother him."
Speed pulled out his pen with a smile. "He didn't bother me. You guys have some paper?" When they shook their heads, Speed signed his name on the front of their t-shirts.
Both boys were dazzled. "Gee, thanks, Speed. You're the best!" They stood there their faces agog with the attention of the local celebrity.
Speed chuckled as the elevator doors slid open and a nurse pushing a wheelchair bearing Trixie came forward. Making his excuses to the boys he shot to his feet and came over.
"Hi Trix, how ya feeling, huh?" he asked as he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
Trixie managed a weak smile. "Okay, a bit stiff but I'll be fine. Thanks for missing practice and coming to get me. I hope Pops isn't too mad."
"Are you kidding? He insisted that I come. He was really worried about you," Speed assured her. He handed her the bouquet of roses. "Here, these are for you."
"Oh Speed, you didn't have to," she said, breathing deeply of the soft fragrance.
"I promised to bring you some more, remember?" She nodded gazing gratefully at him. He smiled and added, "You ready to go?" At Trixie's nod, she attempted to rise up out of the wheelchair but Speed placed his hand on her shoulder, detaining her. "Oh no, you stay put. I'll wheel you out to the car." He began to push her toward the door and out into the hot humid air.
"Wow, it's a real scorcher," Trixie remarked as Speed pushed her to the passenger side of the Mach 5. He pushed the levers locking the wheels and gently helped her into the car.
"Yeah, but I'll fire up the air conditioning and we'll keep cool."
He made sure she was comfortable, brought the wheelchair back to the hospital lobby, and then made his way to the driver's side. He climbed in behind the wheel and pushed the Control D button. There was a hum and then the cockpit instantly became enclosed. Speed started the motor, pushed another button on the dashboard and the cool air vented in, immediately making the atmosphere more comfortable. He shifted gears and pulled out and away from the hospital.
Conversation was stilted between them due mostly to Trixie's side still being tender and her being in a weakened state. Speed was careful not to drive too fast or to say anything that might make her twitch or pull on her stitches. She had a baker's dozen of them on her side and she needed to recuperate a few days while she mended before she had the stitches out in a week.
Speed pulled into the cul-de-sac and drove to the end where the Racer home stood. He turned the Mach 5 into the driveway and cut the motor.
"Well, here we are, home sweet home," he said cheerfully as he pressed Control D and the dome detracted.
Trixie glanced about with a quizzical expression on her pretty face. "Speed, this isn't my home."
"I know. It's mine." He grinned engagingly at her as he vaulted over the side before she could say anything. He strode over to her side and opened the door, offering his hand to assist her out. "We all thought that it'd be better for you to be here in our guest room and not alone while you're recuperating."
"We?"
"Yeah. Mom, Pops, and me." Speed slipped his arm around her. "You don't have anyone to take care of you so we will."
"Oh Speed, I don't want to be a bother. You and me barely know each other," Trixie protested weakly but he was undaunted.
"Trix, we're not strangers. And you said so yourself, I saved your life. So, in doing such, I'm obligated to see to it that you're good as new. You wouldn't want me to feel like I can't finish what I start, do you?" Speed coaxed as he propelled her to the front door.
"Of course not, but--"
Speed laid his finger on her lips. "No arguments then. You're staying with us and we aren't taking no for an answer. They climbed the three stairs to the door. Speed opened the door and taking Trixie's elbow, guided her into his house. He set her in an easy chair and said, "You just relax here and I'll go get Mom. She's really anxious to meet you." He grinned at her then turned and disappeared down the hall and into the kitchen.
Trixie glanced about at her surroundings. The room was homey and comfortable in Danish Modern décor with a large fireplace and a 21" color TV console in the corner. On the mantle there were several family photos with a large trophy bearing the name "Dragon Racer - Champion Wrestler" on it. Trixie got up wincing slightly to take a closer look at the photos, her curiosity piqued. She smiled when she saw a photo of an obviously much younger Speed with a handsome, mahogany haired boy of about 18 in front of a red racing car with a 4 on the door. Trixie couldn't help grinning at the younger Speed who was staring up at his brother, naked adoration shining in his cornflower blue eyes.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Trixie turn and meet Speed and his mother, who stepped up to her with a warm, welcoming smile, identical to Speed's.
"Trix, this is my mom."
She reached out her hand. "Trixie, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. How are you feeling?"
Trixie returned the smile. "Okay, I guess. A little tired, but I'll be fine." She lowered her head and added shyly, "Speed told me that you want me to stay here while I get better. I appreciate it but I really don't want to be a bother."
"Nonsense!" Mom Racer interjected. "You need to have someone to take care of you till you're better. So you'll stay here. We've a very comfortable guest room."
"But I haven't any clothes with me," Trixie protested feebly but she was fighting a losing battle.
"Yes you do." Speed said. "Last night, when I went to get your things I took the liberty of taking your house key and I gave it to Mom while I went to get you this morning. She packed a suitcase for you with clothes and anything else you may need."
Trixie sighed resignedly. "So I guess I have no choice." She turned to Mom who had begun to look dismayed at her protests and she smiled sweetly, "Thanks ever so much, Mrs. Racer. I'd be pleased to stay here with you and your family. That is, if I won't be too much trouble."
"Of course not, dear," Mom said, relieved. Her eyes, the same color as Speed's twinkled.
"Outtasight!" Speed crowed. He took Trixie's hand and began to pull her along. "C'mon, I'll show you the guest room," but his mother laid a restraining hand on his shoulder.
"Speed, why don't you let me get Trixie settled. I'm sure she'd like to get some rest and something to eat. Besides, don't you have to practice? I know that your father gave you the morning off but if I know him, he'll expect you out there this afternoon," his mother reminded him.
"It isn't afternoon yet," Speed pointed out but Mom was firm.
"No, but your lunch is on the table and you need to eat before practice," she said softly but firmly.
Speed sighed in annoyance and shrugged at Trixie. "I guess I'll see you later then. Take care, Trix." He leaned and kissed her on the cheek then turned and headed to the kitchen.
Mom Racer smiled at Trixie, "I hope you don't mind but he really needs to eat before he goes out to the track."
Trixie hid her disappointment with a tired smile. "Not at all," she lied.
Mom took her arm and led Trixie down another hall to a room that had French doors. She opened the doors and Trixie found herself in an airy room, surrounded by windows on three sides. A full sized bed with a bright aqua spread and three pillows in different shades of green was the main attraction of the room, against the right side of windows. An air conditioner was fitted in one of the windows facing the doors. She noticed her suitcase on the floor against the foot of the bed, unopened. A dresser with a mirror hanging above it completed the room.
"I hope you'll be comfortable in here," Mom said as she turned the air conditioner on. "Two of the windows over your bed open if you prefer fresh air but I figured with today's heat, you'd like the air on." Trixie nodded, "Everything looks just fine, thank you."
"I hope you didn't mind that I went to your house to get you some things. I figured that Speed wouldn't have a clue about what a girl needs."
"Oh, no, I'm glad you did, Mrs. Racer," Trixie hastened to reassure her.
Mom smiled, satisfied. "Please call me Mom, everyone does. If you'd like to get some rest, just go ahead. Are you hungry?"
"A little maybe. But don't go to any trouble."
"Don't be silly. I have to feed the boys, fixing a tray for you will be absolutely no problem whatsoever." Mom Racer went to the door and disappeared toward the kitchen.
Trixie got her suitcase and pulled it on the bed gingerly, to favor her side. She began to unpack, noticing that Mom had chosen well for her, in spite of the fact that she hadn't even met her until just now. She was really glad that Speed's mother had gone to gather her belongings, she was right, he probably wouldn't have had a clue. Trixie giggled, as she thought about poor Speed, in her room, trying to figure out what kind of things a girl might need.
"What's so funny?" a rich tenor asked teasingly from the door. Speed stood there, holding a tray of food grinning.
Alarmed, Trixie blushed and stammered, "N-nothing. I was just unpacking."
Speed came in and set the tray on the nightstand. He sat beside her and gently brushed the hair out of her eyes. "You okay with all this? I mean, by your reaction before I kind of realized that I've sort of taken charge over you and that may be kind of pushy."
Trixie patted his hand reassuringly. "No Speed, it's okay. You're right, now with Daddy gone I don't have anybody to take care of me and it would've been hard to get well on my own." She gazed at him, her eyes shimmering like stars.
Speed's eyes also sparkled as he studied her, his mind spinning with the very nearness of her. He ran his hand down her cheek and took her chin in his hand to draw her lips closer to his. As they were about to meet, their mouths a fraction of an inch apart, a chimp and a young imp with brown coveralls came bursting into the guestroom.
"Hi Trixie!" Spritle Racer said with all the exuberance a seven-year-old could muster. His primate sidekick sat beside him and squealed a greeting as well.
Trixie chuckled, "Hi, Spritle."
Speed became irritated, his plan to spend a few minutes alone with his girlfriend falling into the category of lost cause. "Squirt, you have like the worst timing!" he growled in frustration.
Spritle pouted, "I just wanted to say hi to Trixie. Wow!" he said as he saw the bruise on Trixie's cheek. "Who hit you, Trixie?"
"Spritle, that's none of your business," Mom admonished from the doorway as she too came in.
Speed groaned inwardly, the guestroom was rapidly becoming Grand Central Station. His mother turned to him, "Honey, it's almost 1 o'clock. You'd better get going, the weather report just said strong thunderstorms for later and you know how your father is about practice." She grasped her youngest son's arm. "Spritle, you need to finish lunch, we have a dentist appointment at 2." She pulled the protesting youngster out of the room with Chim Chim following, chattering energetically.
Speed shrugged apologetically at Trixie. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I guess I'd better split too. He kissed her gently. "You eat and get some rest and I'll see you later." He got up and went to leave turning and blowing a kiss at her while she waved at his departing form, already missing him.
The thunderstorms promised by the radio all day finally arrived after dinner, heralded all afternoon with dark scudding angry clouds, lowering and making the air thick and ominous. Trixie had begged off dinner, her weakness overtaking her to the point that she wasn't hungry, she just wanted to nap. The medication the doctor had prescribed for her injuries also led to her lethargy so she stayed quietly in her guestroom the entire evening. Speed wanted to see her the minute he arrived home from practice but his mother restrained him, telling him that she wasn't feeling well and for him to leave her alone and eat his dinner. But fretting about Trixie he ate sparingly, his attention on the hallway leading to the guestroom.
The sky finally erupted in zigzagged bolts of lightning, sending torrents of rain down in accompaniment to the roar of thunder, and causing the Racer house to shake with the force. The lights flickered with each flash, causing the family to cast an uneasy eye to the sky occasionally, as they hurriedly finished their dinner. They were finished with the meal when a pink-white flash cracked just outside the kitchen window and before the subsequent deafening clap of thunder sounded the lights went out, plunging them into total darkness. Pops reached under the sink for candles, flashlights and a battery-powered lantern.
Speed leaped to his feet. "I'm gonna check on Trixie." "Wait son, take this." Pops handed him the lantern. Speed nodded and headed toward the guestroom.
In the guestroom, Trixie was deep in slumber and dreaming.
She was lying in her bed, the cool smoothness of the sheet against her flushed body, diffusing the heat as she lay there thinking of Speed. Suddenly, her window slid open and the cruel leering face of Slyme Balle sneered at her sadistically as he climbed in her room. He grinned evilly as he informed her that he had returned to finish their 'fun'. Trixie screamed and tried to scoot away but Slyme was too quick and he grabbed her using his superior strength while he tossed her on the bed. With horrified fascination she watched as he yanked her nightgown off her shoulders and exposed her breasts as he chortled in triumph, leaning down to place his loathsome lips where she had allowed no man to go before.
NOOOO!
"NOOOO!" Trixie screamed as she sat bolt upright in the bed into the pitch darkness of the storm. The door burst open and Speed rushed in with the lantern, splitting the darkness by providing some light other than the frequent flashes of lightning at the windows from the storm. He placed the lantern on the nightstand and sat by her on the bed, taking her quaking form in his arms.
"Trixie, shhhh. It's okay, it's okay, baby. Shhhh, relax, it's all right."
Trixie looked at him with huge petrified eyes. "S-Speed? Is that you?"
Speed held her tighter. "Yeah, baby, it's me. We just had a blackout from the storm, is that what scared you?"
Clinging hard to Speed, Trixie glanced around and noticed the lightning and occasional thunder that raged outside. She blinked her eyes to acclimate herself to the low light.
"How long has it been storming?"
"Just about an hour. We just lost power and I was coming back to check on you. Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.
"I-I think so," Trixie said, still shaken by the eerie atmosphere of the storm and the residual fear from the nightmare.
"You're still trembling," Speed said gently as he cradled her head to his shoulder.
He rhythmically began stroking her hair back in a calming soothing way and gradually she began to feel better, the warmth of his body taking away the chill of fear. His strong, steady, heartbeat was also helping to lull her, constant like a metronome. She felt like a puppy, needing the ticking of an alarm clock to soothe her troubled being.
"Feeling better now?" Speed whispered as his ministrations continued unabated.
"Hmmm," Trixie answered as she relished Speed's strength compassing her.
"Good enough to tell me about what you dreamed to scare you so much?"
Trixie took a deep uneasy breath. "I-I dreamed that I was home, in my bed and that guy came back."
Speed's eyes narrowed as he thought about Balle. "Yeah?"
Trixie drew back from his shoulder to look into his eyes. "He said he wanted to finish our "fun".
"What the hell does that mean?" Speed was getting incensed.
"Before you came in, he had threatened me by intimating that he was going to have 'fun' with me," she replied.
"What kind of 'fun'?" Speed wanted to know, suspicious, his rage building inside.
"What do you think?" Trixie said bitterly.
Speed scowled darkly. "That dirty son-of-a bitch. If I ever see him again I swear I'll kill him." His eyes became stormy pools, fury flashing like the lightning outside.
Trixie took a deep ragged breath. "Just hold me, Speed." She buried her head in his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Trixie, I'll never let anyone hurt you. I'll always protect you," Speed spoke fiercely into her hair and tightening his embrace, more determined than anything now. There's no way you'll ever be alone again! He vowed silently as he continued to caress the shivering girl.
The next few days were days that Trixie found herself initiated and firmly entrenched into the Racer family daily routine. Mom Racer fussed over her constantly, practically waiting on her hand and foot, and refusing her offers of help, insisting that she rest. Spritle and the ever present Chim Chim were constantly spending time with her, asking her to play games and asking her all about flying. Pops was politely solicitous, asking if there was anything he could do and Speed was sweetly attentive, by her side continuously from the minute he came home from the track. He would tell her all about his performance on the track, preparing for the practice race in Raytona, and one day he brought out the Racer family album to show her all the pictures of him and Rex. At night, after Spritle (who would also hang around with Speed and Trixie every chance he could, much to Speed's chagrin) had gone to bed, Speed would take Trixie out to the swing on the patio where their mutual passions were expressed in relative privacy. Pops and Mom kept an eye on the two young people to make sure that things between them did not advance to the point of being dangerous but their growing closeness was undeniable.
It was the fourth day of Trixie's convalescence, a sunny Saturday, and the Racers were barbecuing, to take advantage of the stellar weather. Pops, in a magnanimous gesture had cancelled practice on the track, to spend some time with his neglected wife and family much to Speed's delight for that meant he could spend all day with Trixie. He had wanted to take her on a private picnic at a meadow he knew not far from Lake Icy Chill, but his plans were shot down by Pops who insisted that the family stay together. So Speed and Trixie played Spritle and Chim Chim doubles badminton while Pops tended the barbecue and Mom set the picnic table. It was this tranquil, suburban scene that Inspector Detector walked in upon.
"Hello, folks. Hope I'm not disturbing your Saturday." The inspector looked apologetic as he looked at the activities in progress. He removed his hat in awkward respect.
"Not at all, Inspector. Would you like to join us? There's plenty," Mom Racer invited, the very soul of cordial grace.
"Another time perhaps Mrs. Racer," he begged off politely. He addressed Pops. "Can I talk to Speed and Trixie a moment? I promise it won't take long."
Pops indicated with his spatula. "They're over playing badminton. Kids!" he bellowed, getting the attention of the four badminton players.
"Yeah Pops?" Speed called.
"The inspector's here to talk to you."
Speed took Trixie's racket and with his tossed them in a box on the side of the net. He came back to her and took her hand as she looked at him quizzically.
"I wonder what he wants, Speed," she commented uneasily.
"Dunno, but there's one way to find out. C'mon." He led her over to the patio where the suit clad officer awaited. Spritle and Chim Chim glanced over curiously.
"Hi Inspector," Speed greeted him.
Detector nodded and addressed Trixie, "How are you feeling, Trixie?"
She managed a somewhat wan smile, "Better. I get the stitches out on Tuesday. So what's up?"
"I'd like to speak to the two of you alone if I may."
"Sure, Inspector," Speed assured him. "We can go out front." He grasped Trixie's elbow and the trio began to head out front. Spritle and Chim Chim scampered over and made to follow but Pops detained them by grabbing the youngest Racer by his arm.
"And where do you think you're going?"
Spritle whined, "C'mon Pops, I wanna see what the inspector wants with Speedy." Chim Chim grunted and nodded.
"That's out. He came to talk privately with your brother and Trixie and the two of you are staying right here. Besides it's almost time to eat," Pops admonished firmly. Spritle began complaining.
At the boy's protest, Mom stepped in. "Your father is right. It's Speed's business, not yours." She shepherded the small Racer to the picnic table, his faithful monkey companion right on his heels. Disgruntled, Spritle sat at the table with his chin in his hands, pouting.
Out in front of the Racer home, Speed and Trixie took a seat on the concrete steps of the front stoop as Inspector Detector stood before them, a grim expression on his face. Both were wondering what the severity of the visit was all about.
He studied Trixie carefully, "Trixie, I need some more information from you about your father's business. I did a bit of checking and I know that Shim- Air Enterprises at one time was quite an outfit."
"Shim-Air Enterprises?" Speed asked incredulously, gazing at Trixie. "That was your father's business?" At Trixie's nod he let a low whistle. "No wonder you know so much about racing. Shim-Air's the best air support for racing teams in the business."
The inspector nodded, "A two million dollar a year business at one time. Your father used to pilot for some of the top racing teams in Formula 1. Transporting drivers and crews and spotting for road rallies. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," Trixie said softly, avoiding the inspector's eyes. Speed gazed at her in puzzlement.
"Are you familiar with Wiley's business?" Detector probed.
"How could I? I never even heard of him before he started calling me."
"Among other things, he's the owner of the Alpha Racing Team. He did ask you to fly for him."
"Y-yes, he did. But I refused when he told me what he wanted me to do." Speed was perplexed and a bit outraged by the inspector's questions. "Inspector, why this line of questioning? What exactly are you trying to imply?" he demanded but Detector ignored him.
"Trixie," the inspector said quietly. "Were you aware that your father was doing business with Wiley?"
Trixie's head shot up. "My father was an honest man!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"I never meant that he wasn't. I just wondered if you knew."
Trixie became defensive. "Of course I didn't know! My father wouldn't mix himself up with a character like that or do anything against the law. He drilled into me the importance of obeying the rules always since I was old enough to understand."
"Perhaps he didn't tell you because of that. You mentioned that you were having financial difficulties. Were those difficulties there when you and your father moved here."
Trixie sighed deeply. She answered in a low voice. "We had been having- problems-before we moved out here. He told me we were going to make a new start. Then he got sick and we spent all our time and most of our money getting him treatments at National Hospital. Then he died and the funeral expenses were enough to nearly leave me penniless. I have a few thousand left in the bank, the planes, the airfield and my convertible." She glanced at Speed then hung her head in shame. "I owe a lot of money to the hospital for my father's treatments."
Detector nodded again. "It makes sense. Wiley's a wealthy man and he needs your services so he made an offer that you refused. And you found out the hard way that he's a man who hates being refused. Wiley informed me he had entered into an agreement with your father to fly for the Alpha Team prior to his death."
"So you're saying he asked my father to do the same things he asked me to do and my father agreed." Trixie said in a small tight voice.
"That's what Wiley said."
Trixie shook her head blankly as if she didn't or couldn't fathom the fact. Now everything makes sense she said to herself how Wiley knew about my father's medical bills. Her eyes stung with hot tears at the revelation.
"No, no, no," she barely whispered in misery.
Trying to offer comfort, Speed reached and brushed a stray chestnut curl from her tear-filled eyes. "Everything will work out, Trix. Don't worry." He looped his arm around her slumped shoulders and hugged her tight but she did notice.
Detector cleared his throat and continued, "Trixie, do you know if your father has any papers or contracts that may show his involvement if any? We'll need 'em for evidence."
Trixie looked up bleakly and Speed was alarmed by the dead tone of her voice, like one whose world just came crashing down on her. "I'll go and look at home and I'll call you if I find anything."
"Good. I'll be in touch. Good-bye," the inspector said as he turned abruptly and headed for his car.
Speed got to his feet to watch the car pull away then offered his hand to help Trixie to get up. But she seemed totally unaware and was numbly motionless, staring off into space, her mind on what had been said. Speed found himself at a loss, her stunned attitude was scaring him.
"Trix?" he said uncertainly. "You okay?"
Trixie glanced up and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She just shook her head blankly as if she wanted to blot everything out. Then in a strangely calm and flat voice she said, "Please take me home, Speed."
"What? You can't stay out there all by yourself. You're still weak," Speed insisted but she didn't care.
"Take me home, Speed. Now." Trixie got woodenly to her feet and with steely resolve she addressed him. "I'll be packed in 15 minutes." She climbed up the stoop and opened the front door.
"But you haven't eaten yet."
Trixie turned and pinned him with her eyes. "Take me home, Speed or I'll go inside and call a cab. Either way I'm going home. Now."
Speed gave up. "Okay, okay, you win! Go pack and I'll wait for you in the Mach 5," he grudgingly agreed. Sighing, he strode over and climbed behind the wheel of his car to wait.