TRIXIE CHAPTER 36

Meanwhile in a quiet suburb, some thirty minutes away from the hospital……..

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Logan muttered to himself as he led himself into his old lodgings. So far he had escaped being caught; he blamed himself for being careless. He had no patience; he could have easily waited until that feebee was alone in the room.

Just earlier, he had parked his car inside the alleyways some distance away from the public eye. He collected his old belongings as well as the newly acquired ones and walked some distance to his lodgings.
The yellow police tape was still tied to the door. He ducked under it and went inside.

Inside the room the only disturbances he saw was only a few overturned chairs. The room was almost empty except for three chairs and a table. He went into the bedroom and saw that it had been left undisturbed. The mattress was still there as was the small dresser.
He opened the dresser; yep his clothes and Logan's things were still there intact.
It had been more than a week since he left this place. He switched on the bedroom lights, no electricity; he presumed that they had cut the supply.
He turned on the tap in the kitchen, which was working alright, he took a drink.

He went to check the power box, yeah it was on the 'off' sign, and he switched it on.

He was careful not to switch on the main lights; he switched on the small lamps that could not be seen outside.

He brought his groceries to the sparsely furnished kitchen; it had a kettle, a saucepan and few pieces of silverware and some dishes.

He made himself tea, opened a can of tuna and ate it with the bread.

After his dinner he took out the newly acquired things and he set them on the table, took the upturned chair from the floor.
He spread the things out on the table, "This time there's no escape, Mr. Smarty Feebee. I'm gonna get you and I'm gonna get that little missy too. This time no one can stop me; this time I'll get my money." He went on muttering as he started to assemble the sticks of dynamite, joining wires and a timer. He was making a time bomb; no, he made two in fact.

The neighborhood was quiet, the people soundly sleeping in their beds. They had no idea that one man in their neighborhood was assembling bombs in their midst.

He had successfully assembled the bombs. He put them aside; the timers were not connected yet, he had time. He carefully laid out his plans on what he was going to do first.
Locate the little missy, plant the distraction and then... Yeah, yeah, this time it's gonna work. He wished he could take out that feebee first, but he would have to wait for his turn.
He carefully put the bombs away in his bag and went into the bedroom.
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After some thirty minutes, they heard the book dropped on the floor, David went to pick it up and put it by the bedside table. He switched off the overhead light on Trixie's bed; he pulled the blanket over her.

Don and David talked until almost 2am when Don told David they'd better call it a night. He told him to use the long sofa.

David took his small carryall and went to the bathroom, he came out, and Don was already fast asleep.
He felt badly that Don had to keep him company when he was so tired. He went to the sofa, took his gun and put it behind the sofa pillow, took off his jacket and shoes and went to sleep.

Day Eight morning.

David woke up around 7.30am and noted that both Don and Trixie were still sleeping, he quietly went to the bathroom and when he came out, the nurse was already inside the room, checking on Don.

Don woke up when the nurse took his temperature.

David hung around and waited.

"How's the reading?" Don asked the nurse after she had completed the blood pressure check.

'Yes, it's almost normal, and your blood pressure is good." She said and excused herself and went out.

"Good Morning David, how's the sofa?"

"Morning Don, OK it was comfortable, really." David smiled, "Do you want ummm tea? I'll run down to the cafeteria to get some."

"Not it's OK; you go on ahead and have your breakfast. David you can go home, you know, it's OK in the daytime."

"Nah… nothing to do, I'm on vacation for 3 days…. Remember? By the way, Megan signed for me and Merrick approved." David said.

"Sure you want to spend it here?"

"Well, you'll be going home soon, isn't it?"

"I think I can go by tomorrow at the latest. I'm going to push to be let out today."

"That's good. Ok I'm going for my breakfast, sure you don't want anything?"

"OK, sneak up a cup of coffee for me?"

"Right, see you."

By 8.20am Don was up and about. After his morning ritual, he sat and read the daily papers; David came in with a cup of coffee for Don.

By 9.30am Trixie woke up and Don pressed the bell for the nurse.
Clara came in and wished them, "Good morning folks. Hi Trixie, ready to go and wash up?"

"Good morning Clara."

"Good morning Clara." Trixie said. She went up to Don and David and wished them a good morning then she went off with Clara.

David stood and followed her to the door; he saw Grace follow her at a distance.

"Wonder when the father is coming back." David said.

"Irresponsible man, don't know what's the matter with him. Wife and daughter in hospital don't mean anything to him, obviously." Don said.

There was a knock and Wilber entered. He wished David and Don a good morning, put the trays on the table and left.

"Why don't you go ahead and eat." David said, but Don said he would wait for Trixie.

They sat and talked for a while and Don saw the wall clock that it was already 10.30 and Trixie was not back yet.

David saw the worried look and said, "Maybe I should go and see what's keeping her?" Don nodded.

After ten minutes, then fifteen and then twenty minutes, Don became worried. He went out and was on the way towards Trixie's room when David came running from another side.

"Hey, Don!"

"What's up David?"

"Sorry I took so long, Trixie was with her mother and they are moving her, I sort of helped out there. Came to tell you that she'll be there with her mother."

"That's great, Grace with them?"

"Yep."

"OK, oh wait, I need to have a word with Clara first." Don said and went to the nurses' station.

"Hi Clara, my friend told me Trixie will be with her mother. Can you send someone to get her breakfast tray from my room?"

"Oh. Don, I'm sorry for not informing you that Trixie would be back in her room with her mother, I've just got a call that one of our janitors fainted in the corridor…"

"A janitor fainted?"

"Yes, poor dear, taking too many jobs at once, probably not enough sleep."

"Oh... Alright, now about Trixie's breakfast?"

"Oh, yes alright then, I'll get them to do it. Thanks. You'd better go to your room; Dr. Stewart will be making his rounds soon." Clara said.
"Thanks Clara." Don went off and as he turned, he saw someone sticking his head out at the far end corridor corner, Don stiffened.

He recognized that face anywhere by now.

"David! Here!" he ran towards the corridor.

David turned and managed to see Don's disappearing back.

"Don!"

Tbc

Thanks to Mikiss