CHAPTER 6
LATE NIGHT CALL
It was around 12 am at Jordan's apartment. She was doing what she usually did when she wasn't working: sipping a nice cup of hot cocoa, and watching David Letterman. She was used to receiving calls late, so it came as no surprise, it was an annoyance rather, that her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Jordan." It was Garrett Macy. He sounded rather serious.
"Garrett, what's wrong?"
Garrett hesitated a moment. When he spoke it was slowly and deliberately. "Jordan, we need you to come to Boston General right away. There's been a shooting, at Max's."
OMIGOD!
"DAD?"
Garrett hesitated again. "Yes, he's alright, but he lost a lot of blood."
Jordan didn't waste another minute. She hung up and drove straight to Boston General's ER. She found Garrett and Woody waiting for her. She tearfully flung herself into Woody's arms.
"Is he going to be alright?"
Woody nodded. "His life is not in danger. But the doctors are worried. He was hit in the spinal cord." He looked Jordan in the eye.
"Jordan…there's a chance he may not walk again."
GOD NO!
"I've got to see him!" She started to run, but Woody held on to her.
"Sorry – he can't have visitors now. There's something else…"
Jordan said nothing but looked at him blankly. It seemed to take forever for Woody to speak. "We have six eyewitnesses who saw the shooting. Their description matches your brother Jamie."
"No!"
Garrett approached. "Jordan…this was left at the scene." He held out an envelope addressed 'JORDAN CAVANAUGH – PERSONAL'. She reached for it, then looked to Woody. "Go ahead." She opened the letter and started to read.
Jordan
I came all the way from Canada just to see your wedding, but I'm afraid I may never get there.
I know the one thing you'd like more than anything else in this world is the name of your mother's killer. If you would like me to tell you, please come by Max's after closing this Saturday.
James Horton (your brother)
Jordan looked stunned. She didn't quite know what to do. Garrett and Woody exchanged looks. Woody spoke first. "Jamie gave someone at the bar a telephone number. We're tracing it now." With that his phone rang. "Hoyt….yeah. Get a black and white over there, I'll be by right away." He hung up. "You're not going to believe this…"
Jordan asked, "Did they find the number?"
Woody looked at her, grimly. "No. They found Jamie. He's dead."
LATE NIGHT CALL
It was around 12 am at Jordan's apartment. She was doing what she usually did when she wasn't working: sipping a nice cup of hot cocoa, and watching David Letterman. She was used to receiving calls late, so it came as no surprise, it was an annoyance rather, that her cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Jordan." It was Garrett Macy. He sounded rather serious.
"Garrett, what's wrong?"
Garrett hesitated a moment. When he spoke it was slowly and deliberately. "Jordan, we need you to come to Boston General right away. There's been a shooting, at Max's."
OMIGOD!
"DAD?"
Garrett hesitated again. "Yes, he's alright, but he lost a lot of blood."
Jordan didn't waste another minute. She hung up and drove straight to Boston General's ER. She found Garrett and Woody waiting for her. She tearfully flung herself into Woody's arms.
"Is he going to be alright?"
Woody nodded. "His life is not in danger. But the doctors are worried. He was hit in the spinal cord." He looked Jordan in the eye.
"Jordan…there's a chance he may not walk again."
GOD NO!
"I've got to see him!" She started to run, but Woody held on to her.
"Sorry – he can't have visitors now. There's something else…"
Jordan said nothing but looked at him blankly. It seemed to take forever for Woody to speak. "We have six eyewitnesses who saw the shooting. Their description matches your brother Jamie."
"No!"
Garrett approached. "Jordan…this was left at the scene." He held out an envelope addressed 'JORDAN CAVANAUGH – PERSONAL'. She reached for it, then looked to Woody. "Go ahead." She opened the letter and started to read.
Jordan
I came all the way from Canada just to see your wedding, but I'm afraid I may never get there.
I know the one thing you'd like more than anything else in this world is the name of your mother's killer. If you would like me to tell you, please come by Max's after closing this Saturday.
James Horton (your brother)
Jordan looked stunned. She didn't quite know what to do. Garrett and Woody exchanged looks. Woody spoke first. "Jamie gave someone at the bar a telephone number. We're tracing it now." With that his phone rang. "Hoyt….yeah. Get a black and white over there, I'll be by right away." He hung up. "You're not going to believe this…"
Jordan asked, "Did they find the number?"
Woody looked at her, grimly. "No. They found Jamie. He's dead."