Another twist. The mean detective is back. Amber

Chapter 24

Callie was asleep in her room when her door opened. She opened her eyes a fraction. It was probably the hourly check. She was right. She saw the flashlight and rolled back over. She was annoyed when the door opened two minutes later for a second time. This time there was no flash light. She sat up. "Who's there?"

He came out of nowhere. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth. "Don't scream or I'll kill you."

Callie was terrified. She recognized the man. His name was Thomas. His hand went under her night shirt and her skin crawled with disgust. Oh no! He is not going to do this to me. She could feel his erection on her stomach. She felt a small amount of his discharge smear onto her. Callie in one swift motion jabbed her elbow into his throat and kneed him in his groin. He fell on top of her gasping. Callie with pure adrenaline shoved him off and ran out screaming. "Help! He tried to rape me!"

The staff came running. A male nurse went into the room. He said. "Trina I need the crash cart."

Callie was trembling. An orderly came and took her to an empty room. She was soothing her but she didn't want to be soothed by her. She wanted Frank. "Oh my god! He...I want to call the police."

The orderly patted her arm. "Relax honey."

"Relax! I want to call the police. He tried to."

"It's okay honey."

"It's not okay!" Callie screamed. They sat in silence for over thirty minutes.

The male nurse came in. "He's been taken to Bayport General for treatment."

Callie stood up. "Did you call the police?"

"Yes, that's the procedure. A detective wants to talk to you."

Callie nodded.

The detective stepped in. His eyes widened in surprise. "It had to be you."

Callie crossed her arms protectively over her chest. "Detective Hayes."

He sat down. "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not. That man Thomas is his name tried to rape me."

"Look, I know that was horrible for you, but I'm asking you not to press any charges. He's my cousin."

Callie narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Please...with your father's trial coming up you don't need the extra stress. Tommy is going to be here for two more years, if you press charges they'll make it life. They'll move him to Manhattan Psychiatric Center. He's making progress, it's just."

Callie didn't want to hear anymore. "I don't care. He tried to rape me. He has to pay the consequences."

"Does your family ever bend?"

Callie looked at her nails. "Not when it comes to justice. Not when it is right versus wrong." She glared at the nurse. "I want to make a phone call now. Get this man away from me."

The male nurse took his arm. "Let's go detective."

The female nurse activated the phone. Callie's hands were shaking but she managed to dial Frank's number. He answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Frank! It's me."

Frank sat up instantly awake. "Callie, it's one in the morning. I didn't think you could call me now."

"Not usually but something happened here tonight. One of the patients tried to...oh god." She burst into tears.

Frank was out of bed and getting dressed. "What happened?"

"He tried to rape me Frank. When he was on top of me I jammed my elbow into his throat and kicked him in the balls. I could feel him against my stomach. Eeww!"

Frank went into his parents room and shook his father's shoulder. Fenton shot up. Frank gestured with his head to follow him. He knew that his father would get dressed. "Honey they need to transport you to the hospital for an exam."

"That's why I'm calling. It was Detective Hayes's cousin. He asked me not to press charges. I refused. He then said does your family ever bend. I said not when it comes to justice, not when it's right versus wrong."

"We'll meet you at the hospital baby."

Callie whispered. "Thank you. I love you."

"Love you."

Callie turned to the nurse. "I demand to be transported to the hospital for treatment."

He patted her shoulder. "We're already arranging transport."

"That patient is going to be moved to our advanced unit when he gets back. It is separate from this one and has stricter rules."

Callie nodded. "That's a start. Thank you."

Fenton came out completely dressed. He hurried downstairs where Frank had made three cups of coffee in go cups. He asked. "What happened?"

Frank told him everything Callie said. Fenton got more and more worried by the second. "That was very unwise of that detective. Nothing rings a bell. I'll have to dig into my New York detective notes."

Fenton dropped Frank off and went to park the car. When he got to the emergency room reception area. He saw his son in a heated discussion with the registration desk clerk. "My wife is back there! She was just assaulted for god's sake! She needs me."

"Sir she isn't cleared for visitors yet."

Fenton marched forward. "I'm not a visitor." He flashed his credentials. "Fenton Hardy FBI police liaison."

"You can go back sir."

Fenton was careful not to engage Frank. The receptionist did not put two and two together. He heard sobbing and crying. Typical sounds of an ER. He walked up to the charge nurse. Flashed his badge. "What room is Callie Hardy in?"

The nurse looked up. "Obs 12."

"Code blue trauma 3. Code blue trauma three. Code blue trauma three."

He went to observation 12 and knocked.

Callie called. "Come in."

Fenton stepped inside. She was pale and was wearing two hospital gowns, one like a robe. He saw the nurse with the paper bags. "We got everything honey."

Fenton asked. "Did she have semen on her?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes."

Fenton pulled out his badge. "That evidence is to stay with me until I get someone trustworthy to take it. Detective Hayes is not to touch it. It's a conflict of interest."

The nurse shrugged. "Everything is there." She pointed to the bags. "There was a foreign pubic hair too."

Callie gagged and ran to the bathroom.

Fenton followed her and held her hair. "I'm sorry honey, I'm trying to protect you."

Callie wiped her mouth. "I know. I really want a shower. A hot one not the lukewarm one at the psychiatric center."

Fenton nodded. "I understand."

She sat back on the bed. "Where's Frank?"

Fenton sat down. He answered her. "Chomping at the bit to get back here. I had to use my credentials."

Frank came in. "Callie honey!"

She sobbed and rushed into his arms. "Frank!"

Fenton now that Frank was here started texting. He contacted Judge Whitt and asked for a change of venue for Callie's attempted rape case due to Detective Hayes's conflict of interest. He got the reply saying he would make it happen. Fenton called the state police commissioner. He explained the circumstances and he said he'd send his best. Fenton was grateful. He hung up just as the door banged open. It was Detective Hayes. His face red with fury. Before he could say a word. Fenton leapt up from his chair and forced him out the door.

Fenton pinned him to the wall. "What in the world are you doing?"

He hissed. "Let me go! She's under arrest!"

Fenton was flabbergasted. "For what?"

"Murder in the second degree."