Chapter 16
11:00 am
As Sara finished checking on Catherine, the phone in the kitchen rang. Immediately, Sara's stomach tightened as she answered.
"Willow's residence".
"Is this Sara?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes is it."
"Hi Sara, this is Dr. Haywood. I didn't get your cell phone number or I would have called it. I was just calling to check on Catherine. How's she doing?"
"She's doing well. She's been up walking around a bit and is eating a little. She wanted to take a bath this morning, so I helped her with that. We didn't have any problems waking her."
"Good. She should be fine now. She needs to move around from time to time to keep from getting too stiff, but she also needs to rest. Someone needs to keep checking on her, but it doesn't' have to be every two hours anymore. She made it through the first twenty four without lapsing into a coma which is what we are always concerned about. If you have any questions, page me right away, ok?"
"Sure thing Dr. Haywood. Thanks for calling."
"You're welcome. Be careful and take care. Bye."
Despite the attempts made my Catherine and Grissom to calm Sara's worry, she still had the nagging feeling something wasn't right, and Dr. Haywood's last comment made every hair on her arms stand at attention. Doing a quick walk through the house to check things, Sara settled into the arm chair with a book. Sara heard the mail slot open and something fall to the floor in the living room. She quickly looked out the window at the person driving away. "That's odd" she said aloud as she walked to the front door.
Grissom sat up and looked around. "What's odd?" he asked.
Not realizing she had spoken loud enough to be heard she replied, "The mail man dropped off the mail but wasn't driving a mail truck."
Quickly pushing Sara aside, Grissom grabbed his jacket from the coat cook and picked up the material on the floor and headed to the kitchen. "What was he driving Sara? Did you get a good look at it?"
"Yea, it was an older model crown Victoria. White. Why?"
Placing his hands inside plastic baggies as makeshift gloves Grissom replied, "That's not the mailman Sara. The last time I saw Eddie, he was driving a 1990 white Crown Vic."
Sara's stomach did summersaults as Grissom went through the papers. "Is there anything there?"
"Yes, most of it is legitimate mail. Do me a favor, run out to my car and get the field kit out of the trunk. I want to bag this stuff and get it to the lab."
Sara follows his orders and goes to get the kit. As soon as he hears the door close, Grissom immediately wishes he had gone himself. He runs to the door as Sara reaches his car. He quickly scans the street and the sidewalks but sees nobody. Just as he opens the door to tell her to hurry back inside, a large man jumps from behind the neighbor's garage and makes a mad dash for Sara. "Sara run" Grissom yells. Looking up from the trunk she looks at Grissom and is blindsided by the large man. He runs full speed into her, knocking her completely off of her feet and sends her flying back onto the ground.
11:00 am
As Sara finished checking on Catherine, the phone in the kitchen rang. Immediately, Sara's stomach tightened as she answered.
"Willow's residence".
"Is this Sara?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes is it."
"Hi Sara, this is Dr. Haywood. I didn't get your cell phone number or I would have called it. I was just calling to check on Catherine. How's she doing?"
"She's doing well. She's been up walking around a bit and is eating a little. She wanted to take a bath this morning, so I helped her with that. We didn't have any problems waking her."
"Good. She should be fine now. She needs to move around from time to time to keep from getting too stiff, but she also needs to rest. Someone needs to keep checking on her, but it doesn't' have to be every two hours anymore. She made it through the first twenty four without lapsing into a coma which is what we are always concerned about. If you have any questions, page me right away, ok?"
"Sure thing Dr. Haywood. Thanks for calling."
"You're welcome. Be careful and take care. Bye."
Despite the attempts made my Catherine and Grissom to calm Sara's worry, she still had the nagging feeling something wasn't right, and Dr. Haywood's last comment made every hair on her arms stand at attention. Doing a quick walk through the house to check things, Sara settled into the arm chair with a book. Sara heard the mail slot open and something fall to the floor in the living room. She quickly looked out the window at the person driving away. "That's odd" she said aloud as she walked to the front door.
Grissom sat up and looked around. "What's odd?" he asked.
Not realizing she had spoken loud enough to be heard she replied, "The mail man dropped off the mail but wasn't driving a mail truck."
Quickly pushing Sara aside, Grissom grabbed his jacket from the coat cook and picked up the material on the floor and headed to the kitchen. "What was he driving Sara? Did you get a good look at it?"
"Yea, it was an older model crown Victoria. White. Why?"
Placing his hands inside plastic baggies as makeshift gloves Grissom replied, "That's not the mailman Sara. The last time I saw Eddie, he was driving a 1990 white Crown Vic."
Sara's stomach did summersaults as Grissom went through the papers. "Is there anything there?"
"Yes, most of it is legitimate mail. Do me a favor, run out to my car and get the field kit out of the trunk. I want to bag this stuff and get it to the lab."
Sara follows his orders and goes to get the kit. As soon as he hears the door close, Grissom immediately wishes he had gone himself. He runs to the door as Sara reaches his car. He quickly scans the street and the sidewalks but sees nobody. Just as he opens the door to tell her to hurry back inside, a large man jumps from behind the neighbor's garage and makes a mad dash for Sara. "Sara run" Grissom yells. Looking up from the trunk she looks at Grissom and is blindsided by the large man. He runs full speed into her, knocking her completely off of her feet and sends her flying back onto the ground.
