Chapter 2
HOSPITAL- LONG BEACH
Truman and Natalie arrived at the hospital to be greeted by a male police officer.
"Lieutenant Truman and Detective Natalie?" the officer asked.
"Yes," Truman replied.
"I'm afraid the victim is dead," the officer replied. "I was informed he died a few minutes ago."
"Do we have an identity?" Natalie asked.
"Trevor Blanc," the officer replied, pointing over at a man and woman sitting down and crying. "His parents are over there."
LONG BEACH SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT
Clark sat at his desk with his shoes off, wearing black socks, and his feet propped up onto another chair, doing paperwork and crying. Grant walked into the office.
"Are you seriously crying about missing your babies?" Grant asked.
"No," Clark cried. "Something happened on the way to work."
"What happened?" Grant asked.
"I miss my babies!" Clark cried.
Grant walked over to Clark.
"You know what you need?" Grant asked.
"What?" Clark asked.
Grant began massaging Clark's right foot.
"You don't have to keep doing that," Clark said.
"It'll help it not cramp up so much," Grant said.
"Okay," Clark said.
"So," Grant said. "Guess who I've been sleeping with."
"Did you and Jeff get back together?" Clark asked.
"No," Grant replied. "Jeff is an asshole."
"Who's the lucky man?" Clark asked.
"Adam Kendrick," Grant replied.
"I thought you hated him," Clark said.
"People change," Grant said. "And he's so hot."
"I wouldn't know," Clark said. "I'm not into the same sex."
"Uncle Max?" a voice asked.
Clark looked to see his brother-in-law David and his nephew Anderson.
"Hey," Clark said. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for a conference," David said. "Remember? We're staying with you for a week."
"Oh yeah," Clark said. "I forgot."
"Why is this man massaging your foot?" David asked.
"This is DDA Grant," Clark replied.
"Hi," Grant said. "I'm massaging his foot because it keeps cramping."
"Oh yeah," David said. "From the accident."
"This is David," Clark said. "He's Shayna's oldest brother. And this is his son, Anderson."
"Nice to meet you," Grant said. "This is my cue to leave."
Grant walked out of the office and Clark looked at David and Anderson.
"How old are you now, Anderson?" Clark asked.
"14," Anderson replied.
"He'll be 15 in March," David said.
"Unbelievable," Clark said. "I remember when you were 8."
"I hate to ask," David said. "But I have to get to a meeting. Can Anderson stay here with you for a little while?"
"Sure," Clark replied.
"Thank you," David said. "I'll see you later."
"Bye, Dad," Anderson said.
David walked out of the office and Anderson looked at Clark.
"Any exciting police stuff, Uncle Max?" Anderson asked.
"Until my feet get better, I can't really do exciting police stuff," Clark replied. "But I do a lot of desk work."
"That's lame," Anderson said.
"Well, surviving being hit by a bus isn't lame," Clark said. "Want me to tell you about how my best friend gave his blood to save me?"
"Not really," Anderson said.
"Okay," Clark said, holding up a DVD.
"Is that Venom?" Anderson asked.
"It sure is," Clark replied.
"My dad wouldn't let me see it when it was in theaters," Anderson said.
"Your dad's not here," Clark said.
Clark pointed to the computer in the corner.
"And that computer has a DVD drive," Clark said.
"Awesome!" Anderson cheered, taking the DVD.