As continued from the previous chapter.

"As long as I had been in good hands, I honestly don't think I have anything to worry about," Jimmy had said, invoking even the slightest bit of laughter in his statement.
He had waited to hear the entire story, from start to finish. Jill got up out of her chair and peered out the window, only to see her reflection staring back at her in the glass. Jimmy was right, she had looked like hell; her scrubs were disheveled and her blond hair was a mess. He must have inferred that she had had a rough night; her appearances said it all for her.
"Jill, I know you were there last night trying your damndest to save my life." This caught her off guard completely, leaving her with literally nothing to say. "I knew the minute I fell to the ground, I would have been in good hands. Something tried to grab my attention earlier in the evening about something happening to me, but, as you know, I ignored it entirely until that guy had fired the first shot. It wasn't until that moment in time that I realized I had to deal with the existing circumstances." Jimmy adjusted his torso on the bed, turning himself over to face her backside. Jill was sort of lost in her own little universe-pondering on whether or not this was an appropriate time to mention to her husband that he came pretty close to a brush with death in the OR because of that one slug striking a major artery. She released a big sigh and decided not to tell him; she looked at him and began to cry.
"I am alive, Jill-all because of you," said Jimmy, now having tears of his own fill his beautiful azure eyes. He never enjoyed his life more than right now.

At about 1:00pm, Skeeter got up from his two-hour power nap and decided he should pay another visit to his number one suspect's residence. When he arrived, he noticed two men out in the back lawn, shooting at clay pigeons with a .22 caliber pistol. He had a hunch that this was the exact weapon used to shoot Jimmy-he just needed the forensics to reinforce his theory.
"Freeze!" Skeeter screamed. "Drop the firearm!"
Startled, the two men turned, and out of instinct, aimed the gun on the lone deputy.
"Drop the fucking guns, NOW! You are all under arrest for the attempted murder of Sheriff James Brock," Skeeter had demanded, with the young lady standing within a close proximity behind him.
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Razor snapped, gritting his teeth.
"You don't have enough evidence to even try and convict of us of any crime," rallied the other man.
"Oh yes he does," the woman bluntly stated. "I signed a complaint against the two of you in turn for immunity based on the fact that I am sexually deprived. Sorry, Razor, but I am in the process of suing you for sexual neglect."
"There's no merit to your case, stupid bitch. I have been there for you, and you know it. What in the hell are you trying to pull off here? You'll never get away with this!" Razor screamed as Skeeter finished handcuffing the two men. He was on his way to the patrol car when Max and Kenny had shown up, completely confused as to what was happening before their eyes.
"Skeeter, what in the hell is going on?" Max asked.
"These two jackasses shot Jimmy last night and nearly killed him," Skeeter answered, closing the rear door with a rather loud and pronounced slam.
"Jimmy got shot?" Kenny couldn't quite believe what he was hearing; now his emotions got the better of him-he was out to beat some ass. "You are damn lucky you're in that car asshole. There are some things in this town you can get away with, but crossing my path on a bad day is not one of them!"
"Ooh, macho cop, upset because things aren't going his way," Razor replied with a rather hasty and intimidating attitude. That alone was enough to have Kenny go off on a tangent. He opened the door to the police cruiser and seized the criminal's shirt collar.
"Think you're funny, huh? You are fortunate that my coworkers are here, otherwise, I would chew you up into mulch and pummel you to a bloody pulp."
"Kenny! Release him! Do you really want Wambaugh to get a hold of this? We cannot afford to lose this case. Let him be!" Max yelled, straining her voice. She knew better than most, Kenny's temper had gotten to him. Kenny reluctantly released Razor's shirt and ordered Skeeter to take them to the courthouse to be arraigned.
"You tried to murder the town sheriff, what the fuck were you thinking of?" Max whispered under her breath as Skeeter escorted them downtown. She too could now feel her vehemence escalate from somewhere deep inside.

All the way back to the sheriff department, nobody said a word, not even Kenny or Max, both too pissed off to talk to anyone. Max sat next to him, contemplating about Jimmy's welfare. She, like her partner, was too infuriated to even consider expressing herself. She knew once they arrived at the station, Douglas Wambaugh would be there as well; waiting in the wings to pounce at a mere chance he might get to represent these lawless individuals in a court of law. Thinking about that alone made her irate-my God, these guys shot Jimmy. How could he act on behalf of the men responsible for wounding their friend? Max tried to figure it out, but it failed to make any sense whatsoever.

To Be Continued.