Chapter 8
Mark held Kathie's lifeless body in his arms. There was blood everywhere, after a quick search he found a hole in her shirt on her left shoulder, he held his hand over it and rocked back and forth, letting the tears stream down his face. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and he turned to see Vince standing behind him with paramedics.
"Let them help her." Vince said, as the paramedics began to examine Kathie in Mark's arms.
Mark let them take her out of his arms and put her on a stretcher, giving her oxygen and other things that Mark couldn't begin to apprehend.
"I'm going to kill them." Mark said, gritting his teeth and heading for the door of the hotel.
"Let the cops take care of it." Vince said, holding him back. "Kathie needs you right now."
Mark rode in the ambulance to the hospital and gave a statement as he waited in the waiting room for information. As her husband he signed for a surgery to remove the bullet, which had hit two inches away from her heart. Thankfully it didn't hit any major arteries but she'd lost a lot of blood. Four hours later a nurse came out to talk to him.
"Your wife is awake sir; she'd like to see you." She told Mark, smiling.
Mark jumped up and ran through the halls toward room 321. He opened the door and there she was, a smile plastered on her face.
"How are you?" He asked, standing by her bed.
"Fine, except for the hole in my arm." She laughed. "They caught all three of them. Mandy was dead, she bled to death. The others are in jail, hopefully this time for a very long time."
"Hope so." Mark said, running a finger along her cheek. "I'm glad you're okay."
"Me too." Kathie said. "I'm getting ready to get sprung. The Chief is on his way to pick me up. His plane landed an hour ago so he should be here soon."
"I'll go wait for him." Mark said, smiling. He was so glad she was okay. What would she want to do about them after this?
When Mark returned thirty minutes later with her boss Kathie was already sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of sweats and a white tee shirt, her arm in a sling.
"Ready detective?" The Chief asked her.
"Yeah boss." She said, smiling and stopping in front of Mark. "I guess the assignments over. You can contact the department with all of the arrangements." She said, sadly.
Before Mark could say anything else the Chief drug her off to the door and out of his life.
Mark returned to the hotel and it was only upon looking in the mirror that he was covered in her blood from head to toe. He let a tear run down his cheek as he thought of life without Kathie. He climbed into the hot tub and pondered a way to get her back.