Albrecht was just cleared by the doctor on duty. He was lucky the wound looked worse than it was, turned out the bullet only grazed him. Having to keep his arm in a sling for the next week was gonna suck big time though. Another suck factor was that was on desk duty for a month, no thanks to that dickhead of a superior. He should count his blessings he wasn't fired. Hey, he caught Top Dollar, and he could put him away with all the evidence they had. He had almost got Sara killed, the bastard.
Hmmm, Sara, she was a good kid. It seemed she was patching things up with her mom, and her mom was going to get the help she needed. He was going to get Top Dollar put away; he owed it to Eric, Shelly, and Sara.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Are you all set to go?" his partner asked him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go check on Top Dollar first."
"But Albrecht, he unconscious in the ICU," his partner said.
"Yeah, but …" he trailed off.
"One of those things?" his partner questioned.
"I owe it to Sara."
"That kid?"
"Yeah."
"How's she doing?"
"Better."
"How about I go get a few things taken care of at the station? I'll come back … in about an hour?"
"Yeah." His partner took off and he headed up to ICU. When he got up there, he didn't see the cop. Damn! The idiot probably wen to the cafeteria for some donuts and coffee. He was definitely going to get an earful. Oh well, he went into the room to make sure the prisoner was secure. That was when he saw a girl sitting in a chair, with her head on her arm, holding Top Dollar's hand. Who was this girl?
"Hey!"