Wrong Way Cross Roads... Author: Lady Blue 75...Beta Reader: Nancy...Thank you my friend.
Disclaimer : I don't own Starsky and Hutch, nor Huggy Bear...Captain Dobey...Nope...I luv to hang out with them, tho... Great guys...
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1978
Rose Park Hospital
Hutch pulled into Rose Park Hospital, where the man who claimed to be a doctor was hospitalized. The detective opened the door and held it for a woman that was coming out.
Hutch stood at the information booth. "I need the room number to a Dr. Harvey Broomswell."
The older woman never even glanced up at Hutch, she kept typing. "No visitation for Dr. Broomswell today."
Hutch took out his badge." Detective Hutchinson, I have an appointment with Dr. Broomswell."
The woman became disgruntled. "Room 222. Why can't you people leave that poor man alone?"
Hutch hesitated, squinted his blue eyes, as he slanted his head forward. "What are you talking about Miss?"
She stopped typing and raised her head which displayed silver hair pulled in a tight bun. Her eyes peered through bifocals. "The detective that came yesterday, left poor Dr. Broomswell just shattered."
Hutch tilted his head, with wonder. "What do you mean?"
Frustration set in and the woman's features displayed a harsh demeanor. "Dr. Broomswell was scared to death. Why can't you officers leave that poor man alone?" Whatever your questioning him about happened a long time ago, his head is not right anymore. Let me tell you Detective Hutchinson, he used to be a darn good doctor."
Hutch asked. "May I ask how you know this, Miss?" He eyed her name tag. "Miss Eva."
The lady glared at the tall detective. "I was his head nurse for years. He was a mighty good man, still is. One time, he gave an old homeless man the coat off his back."
Hutch started to leave, and then turned. "What was the name of the detective?"
She scrolled her finger down a list. "Detective Bruce Wayne."
Hutch glared at the woman with disbelief. "What?" The rigid jaw that formed was a distinct indication he was annoyed. "Why, would you not question that? Did you even look at his ID? badge? Did it say Batman?
Hutch held back the colorful language that plagued his thoughts. He reminded himself this was an elderly woman and he wasn't on the streets. The detective held his tongue and stormed off.
Hutch found room 222. His eyes found the same lunatic that was on the mountain road. The man stood on the balcony smoking a cigar, he stood about 5' 6" his salt and pepper hair was cropped short.
The report Hutch had read stated, Broomswell had been a doctor In the United States Army. While standing in front of a medical tent, a sniper gunned him down. The Platoon was ambushed; Broomswell and one other were the only survivors. The hospital records stated Broomswell had never escaped...as long as the doctor had been at Rose Park Hospital.
Hutch abruptly spoke. "Dr. Broomswell."
The man tossed his cigar over the balcony, and turned. Hutch walked toward him, the detective put his hand out, but the man did not return the kind gesture.
Hutch withdrew his hand. "I'm Detective Sergeant Hutchinson. I presume you are Dr. Broomswell, Private First Class?"
The doctor eyed the detective from head to toe. "Depends on who's asking? You look like a German spy, Sergeant.
Stunned by the remark he raised his hand and grazed a wisp of neatly combed longish blond hair, that brushed the collar of his white shirt.
Hutch placed his hand on his chest. "No sir, I'm one hundred percent red blooded American, born and raised in Minnesota."
The doctor stared hard at Hutch, and then proceeded to salute the blond Sergeant. Hutch's face held a look of dignity as he raised his hand to his forehead to form a salute. It was obvious the doctor thought Hutch was in the military.
Lines formed around the doctors eyes. His face radiated with enthusiasm. "I'm an old Minnesota man myself. What part of Minnesota are you from, Sergeant."
Hutch put one foot on a chair and tied his shoe. "Duluth."
The doctors mouth curved up on each side. "Well, I'll be, I was over there at St Paul. What do you know about that, we were practically neighbors?" The doctor put his hand out and shook Hutch's hand. "Im Dr. Broomswell, glad to meet you Sergeant Hutchinson.
Hutch's sky blues followed Dr. Broomswell closely, as he thought. This man doesn't seem to remember me from the accident, or that he tried to kill both me and Starsky. Not to mention, the man tried to steal my car.
Hutch asked. "Dr. Broomswell, do you recall a car accident involving a red Torino with a white stripe on the old Autumn Drive Road? This would have been located at the foothills of the Sana Rosa Mountains."
He raised his eyebrows in question, his blue eyes directed toward the doctor. Perhaps you remember a red vehicle that hit the Torino?"
The Dr. Broomswell eyed Hutch suspiciously. "No sir, I have been stationed at this post for years. You should know I'm not allowed to leave until my paperwork arrives."
Hutch tried to help him remember, he grabbed a chair and straddled it. His legs seemed too long for the small chair. "A man or woman hit my partner and left him for dead."
Dr. Broomswell just seemed to stare off in the distance, and then smiled at Hutch. "You know I like you son, I mean Sergeant. Now what did you ask me?"
Hutch was annoyed; he stepped closer to the Dr. Broomswell "His steel blue eyes locked in on the man that stood before him. "Look, someone almost ended my partner's life. You doctor were shooting at me. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I sure as hell am going to find out!"
A nurse entered the balcony; her red hair was cropped short in a pixie. The nurse appeared to be athletic, lean, and tall. "Time for your pills, Dr. Broomswell"
The doctor stared at her, "I've never seen you here before. You must be a German spy."
She rolled her eyes. "German spy? I would make more money if I was a spy. Take your pills so you can sleep." She handed him a small white container of pills.
The once doctor now a patient, took the cup and swallowed the pills. The nurse took one glove off then the other. The amused nurse tossed the paper cup in the trash, along with the gloves.
Her voice was stern as she fixed her eyes on Hutch. "Visiting hours are over."
Hutch remarked to the nurse. "I'm not done here."
The nurse put her hand on her hip, as she stood. "You're done when I say you're done."
Hutch stood up towering over the nurse. He pointed his finger at her. "Look nurse Crab Tree I said, I'm not done here." He pulled out his badge.
The nurse angrily stood closer. "One, my name is not Crab Tree, two I don't care if you are some hot shot Detective Sergeant First Class. Visiting hours are over, hospital regulations."
Dr. Broomswell asked the nurse. "Is my twin brother here?" She became nervous; the redhead tapped her fingers on the door frame.
This grabbed Hutch's attention, but he remained even-tempered. His intense sky blue eyes told a different story though. Hutch nonchalantly ask Dr. Broomswell, his voice calm. "Twins, identical twins?"
Dr. Broomswell answered. "Except for the color of our eyes." Hutch stared at the doctors eyes they were brown.
Suddenly Dr. Broomswell fell to the floor. His whole body twitched and his eyes rolled back, foam along with the pills came from his open mouth. The nurse bent down she pulled a syringe out of her pocket, and jabbed it quickly in the doctor's heart.
She glared at Hutch. "Don't just stand there."
Hutch quickly went to the hallway and yelled. "We need a doctor, now!"
She quickly forced the pills back down his throat, an evil grin formed on her lips. The nurse's eyes became black slits, as the doctor's heart stopped beating.
The nurse quickly scaled down the balcony, leaped, and hit the grass. She ran to a car that waited hidden in the trees.
"Is my dear brother dead?" A deep low gruff voice ask.
The nurse lit a cigarette that dangled from her mouth, "Your brother is dead, I gave him a deadly combination of pills and a shot dead center to his heart. It's that blond detective I'm worried about. He's smart, real smart, and gorgeous."
The man eyed her with his gray eyes. "You're gorgeous without that red wig on and those dorky glasses, Velvet."
"It's a disguise Henry." She remarked, and blew smoke in his face. "Look, no one can tie us to the brunet detectives, near death car crash. Let's get the hell out of this town."
Henry became annoyed. "Get it through that thick skull of yours; I don't get paid till curly top is dead!"
Velvet had annoyance in her voice. "What are you doing just sitting here; let's get the hell outta here! The cops will be on the way."
Henry laughed. "I'm playing a game of cat and mouse, with a certain blond detective."
Hutch came back with a young intern. The intern bent down. Hutch noticed a car idling in the parking lot below the balcony.
Velvet waved to Hutch. "Goodbye gorgeous." A monkey mask covered the drivers face. Hutch's mouth dropped, as the car sped off.
The intern sadly announced. "Time of death 11:15 am."
Hutch lowered his head, as he closed his eyes. Then opened them to stare back at the car now far in the distance. "Damn!" Hutch rubbed his eyes, and then trailed his hand down his face to his mouth. "Where is a phone I can use?"
The orderly pointed toward the phone in the room.
Hutch lifted his hand toward the descended man on the floor. "This is a murder scene now, leave the body, and do not touch anything."
Hutch grabbed the phone and dialed, as he heard a voice on the other end. "Captain, this is Hutch. I need an APB out on a beat up beige 1973 Ford Galaxy 500, heading west bound on Walnut Drive.
The Captain sounded annoyed. "Hutchinson is this a joke, that's your car."
Hutch replied. "No joke Captain, there has been a murder; I'm here at Rose Park Hospital.
The Captain's voice was rigid. "I'll be right there Hutchinson, with a forensic team."
Hutch walked back out to the balcony, his hand rubbed each corner of his mouth. His eyes trailed downward to the floor, there lay the small white cup. The detective grabbed gloves from a dispenser that hung from the wall.
His eyes strayed over to the door frame. Hutch's mouth formed a sly curve.
Got you sweetheart."