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Clue

Chapter II-Blinking Lights

8:30 Math Department Parking Lot

The car was engulfed in flames, lighting the parking lot. Terry had called 9-1-1, while Charlie just stood there, taking in what happened with hundreds of numbers running through his head. Don was still sitting on his knees, scared to move.

"The ambulance will be here soon. Were you hurt anywhere else?" Terry asked kneeling down to face Don in the eyes.

"Nope, just my back, I think. How does it look?"

Terry got up and walked around Don. She surveyed the damage and walked back around.

"You've got a nasty horizontal gash in the middle of your back. I don't think that it is deep though. Maybe got some muscle. I need to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding."

Terry looked around for something to use. Neither her nor Don had on coats, but Charlie had a light jacket slung over his arm.

"Charlie, can I have your jacket?" Terry asked snapping Charlie out of his trance.

It took a second for Charlie to realize what Terry said, and he gave her his jacket. Together Terry and Charlie laid Don on his side. Don didn't move when Terry put the jacket on his back and pressed down.

"Sorry if this hurts."

"It's okay. Charlie, are you okay?" Don said looking at his younger brother.

"Just shaken up. How did you know about the bomb?"

"Brother's intuition. Actually, I saw a blinking light under the car."

The ambulance and police arrived quickly. The paramedics helped Don walk to the ambulance and eased him, on his stomach, onto the stretcher. Don motioned for Charlie to join him; Charlie jumped into the ambulance and sat next to his older brother.

"I'll get your truck," Terry yelled before the doors closed.

The paramedic had Don on his side and was getting Don's wallet and ID. Charlie held his brother's hand throughout the ordeal.

"Agent…" the paramedic said trying to read Don's ID.

"Eppes, Don Eppes," Don said trying to get his pain under control.

"We'll let the people in the ER take care of getting your clothes off the wound. Just a little pinch," The paramedic said as he started an IV.

Don was rolled back on to his stomach, with his arms dangling off the side of the stretcher.

"I'm just going to put more pressure on this, so it's important to stay still."

Charlie watched as the medic put his hand on Don's back. Charlie felt Don's pain as he squeezed his hand.

Don watched Charlie as he tried to flex his hand that was in his brother's grasp.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," Charlie said giving Don his other hand. "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome. I guess we better not tell dad."

"I think he already knows."

"What do you mean?"

"I think Terry called him."

Don closed his eyes, wondering how he was going to explain this to his dad.

"Agent Eppes, I'm sorry we can't give you anything for the pain, but we should be at the ER right about now," the medic said as the ambulance came to a halt.

8:35 PM LA Memorial Hospital

Don didn't open his eyes again until he was in the ER, being moved to another gurney. Charlie and Terry, who arrived shortly after the ambulance, were not allowed to go with Don. They were sitting in the waiting room when Alan showed up.

"What happened?" Alan asked.

"A car exploded and a piece of shrapnel hit Don," Terry said standing up.

"Is he okay?"

"Yes, the shrapnel didn't seem do anything major, probably some stitches."

"Are you okay Charlie?" Alan asked sitting down next to his son.

"Yeah, Don covered me so I didn't get hurt."

Who could have done this?

10:40 PM LA Memorial Hospital

Everyone was eating snacks from the vending machine when an old doctor approached them.

"Are you with Don Eppes?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, I'm his father. How is he?"

"I'm Dr. Cain. Agent Eppes is doing just fine. The cut wasn't too deep and it was clean. We had to put some sutures in the muscle before suturing the skin. We did what's called conscious sedation, so he's awake, just cognizant. He'll more than likely be sore for a little while."

"Can we see him?" Charlie asked.

"Of course, just let me tell you his discharge instructions. He can go home as long as he has no extreme physical activity, or does anything that would aggravate the wound for that matter. He'll need to go to his primary doctor in about a week to get the stitches removed. Also this is his prescription for pain medicine," Dr. Cain said handing Alan a piece of paper. "He is to take one as needed. This will last until he goes to his primary doctor."

"Did you tell Don this stuff?" Terry asked.

"Yes, but with the drugs still in his system, we want to make sure someone gets the info. Oh, make sure he keeps the wound dry. The bandage should be taken off in 24 hours, and if you put something like Neosporin on the wound, it helps prevent the wound from getting infected. If you follow me, you can see him."

Dr. Cain led the three people through the maze known as the ER. Don was in the far corner of the ER. Dr. Cain stopped at the door and let everyone go in before going in himself.

Don was lying on his side; his eyes were closed, but he was talking to the nurse. The nurse turned around and saw the people coming through the door, and left. Dr. Cain walked up to Don's bed.

"Agent Eppes, you can go home now," Dr. Cain said in a loud voice.

Don opened his eyes and saw the people around him.

"I'm tired, not deaf," Don said sitting up slowly.

"Sorry about that, wasn't sure if you were asleep. I told your family what to do when you get home. I'll have someone bring your discharge papers to you in a few minutes."

"Thank you."

Dr. Cain left and everyone moved in closer.

"Are you okay?" Alan asked.

"Yeah, just sore. That stuff they gave me really helped," Don said groggily. "Have the police found anything yet?"

"As far as I know, no," Terry said.

"Terry, what are you doing here?"

"Someone had to bring your truck, and Charlie can't drive."

"Oh, where are my clothes?"

Charlie looked in the bag under the bed, which only had his ID and shoes in it.

"They're not in here," Charlie said.

"There's a duffel bag in my truck…"

"I'm on it," Terry said leaving.

Terry came back a few minutes later with a duffel bag and gave it to Don. Everyone left so he could dress. He was thankful he had put a T-shirt and his gym pants in the bag.

A nurse came up and handed Don his discharge papers, and handed Terry his weapon. Alan brought the car up to the door and Charlie helped Don get in.

"What do you want me to do about Don's truck?" Terry asked Alan.

"If you don't mind, could you bring it to the house? Where is your car?"

"In the shop; I can do whatever works for you guys."

12:01 AM Unknown Residence

The house was dark, except for the basement. There was young man playing pool in his bathrobe, his back faced to the door. The man's dark black hair glistened under the billiards lamp.

The black figure silently crept down the stairs, and drew a shiny lead pipe out of his jacket. The figure raised the pipe and brought it down hard on the man's head as he was shooting for the 8 ball. The young man slumped over the table, blood flowing onto the green material. The figure wiped the pipe and laid it down next to the body. The figure also placed a card and a small piece of paper next to the cue stick.

10:50 AM Eppes Residence

Alan was the only one up, even though it was almost 11. A loud chirping noise woke Terry up. She looked around and saw her cell phone dancing on the bedside table. She answered it to find David on the other end.

"Lake."

"Terry, its David."

"What is it?"

"How's Don?"

"He's sleeping, the cut wasn't too bad."

"Terry, there's been another murder."

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