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Chapter 21

It had been one week since she soaked in the tub and made her plans, now Sam was ready to follow through. Even though she wanted to be watching Jason she'd spent the last five days watching Carly. It had paid off. Today the Jacks family was taking Michael off to Military school. Jax, Carly and Michael would be gone for three days. Sam found herself with the perfect opportunity to go through the house and find out what the bitch knew.

First she needed to get her tools from the boat. Driving to the pier where her salvage boat was docked Sam gave a lot of thought to what she wanted to happen. After she got the information that Carly had she planned to immediately start working on Jason. And she had a lot more in mind than just distracting him. She planned on being his main source of comfort. He'd need her to lean on while mourning the loss of his love.

Sam did not intend to leave Elizabeth alive just so the woman could become a thorn in her side later down the road. The bitch had to go. She and Jason could raise Cameron until he was old enough to join his cousin at military school. She knew that Ric wanted Elizabeth for himself and that even though their partner was assigned to watch her, dear old step dad couldn't help but watch her too. It hadn't taken Sam long to learn about the restraining order. It made her wonder where Alexis fit in all this.

Pulling into a parking space she got out of her car unaware that she was being watched. It never even occurred to her that anyone was aware that she and Ric were working together. They'd done a great job of only being seen together at the hospital. No one else had approached her to reveal that they knew she and Ric had slept together. So her guard was down.

Walking onto the boat she took a look around and everything seemed fine. Going below to grab her gear she was humming when she spotted Lucky Spencer. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hello Sam." Lucky took a long pull off his beer before setting the bottle down. 'Damn, was she always this hot?' He thought to himself. Maxie had been unable to come to see him last week and he wanted to get laid. Sam would do.

"Answer the question Lucky, what the hell are you doing on my boat?" This was the last thing she needed. Jason was looking for this loser, so was the PCPD, getting tied up in his mess would not help her right now. If she had any inkling that he could be useful she'd sic him on his ex-wife but drugs made you a loose cannon and right now the lower a profile she kept the better.

"I'm hiding out. What do you think I'm doing?" Lucky sneered at the brunette. He would have thought it was obvious.

"Well, you need to hide out somewhere else. I'm going to get some tools and when I come back I want your drug addicted ass off of my boat." Sam told him heading toward the lone bedroom on the vessel.

Lucky grabbed her as she moved past him. "I'm not a drug addict." He said on a snarl.

"Of course not." Sam replied in a snarky tone. "You can stop taking the pills whenever you want." She pulled her arm free. "GET OFF MY BOAT!" She yelled getting in his face.

"I'm not going anywhere." Lucky picked up his beer and took another swig.

Sam pushed Lucky knocking him off-balance. Lots of people looked at her and saw a small woman, but she could more than hold her own. Especially against a stoned junkie like the man in front of her. He stared at her and she smirked back at him. Lucky snagged her shirt pulling her forward and she wrapped her arm around his neck in a head lock.

Pissed and stoned Lucky pulled his gun from the small of the back where he had stuffed it and pushed it into her stomach before pulling the trigger. Sam's body jerked as her eyes widened in shock. Looking down she saw a red stain spreading across the front of her white shirt. With a shaking hand she touched the spot and her fingers came away bloody.

Lucky just stood there watching as the stain spread. "I don't have a drug problem." He said reaching for his beer. With Sam dead he wouldn't have to worry about anyone finding him. He would have time to perfect his plan. As the woman in front of him dropped to her knees Lucky raised his gun and pulled the trigger again. "One less bitch in the world." He said laughing.

"Finally." Cody was with Milo today. The guys were getting tired of sitting here watching Lucky. At least now something interesting was happening.

"Took her long enough to show up. Now what?" Milo asked his partner. Working with Cody was much better than sitting here with his mopey faced brother.

"We wait." Since the pier was active around the clock they had opted not to try to bug Sam's boat. Too much of a chance of someone being seen. If they came up top to talk the sound boosting equipment would pick up their conversation. "Send Jason a text."

"Okay." Milo shot off the message. A minute later his phone beeped. Milo typed a response. "Jason wanted to know if she was alone."

"Look." Cody elbowed Milo to get his attention. Two police officers were approaching the boat. "What do you think that's about?" From the car they couldn't hear the argument. Sam's neighbor had called in a domestic disturbance.

"I have no idea." Before Milo could send message they heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot. "Shit."

They watched as the two officers pulled their weapons and one grabbed his phone, most likely calling for backup. "Who shot who?" Cody asked out loud, he could hear Milo typing furiously. Sirens blazing another three cop cars pulled up.

"Spencer's on deck." Milo put his phone down as he and Cody watched waiting to see what would happen next.

Harper couldn't believe that a domestic disturbance call would lead to them finding Lucky Spencer. Now the former officer was standing on the deck of Samantha McCall's boat waving a gun. "Put the gun down Lucky!" David yelled. He hated Lucky with a passion, had thought him a crappy cop and egotistical asshole. He really hoped he got a chance to shoot him.

"Fuck you, Harper!" Lucky yelled from the boat.

"We need to find out if anyone else is on board." Det. Rodriguez said coming up behind Harper. Lucky had been his partner and he really liked him. He would try to talk him down peacefully but he like everyone else knew that Lucky was most likely high.

"Anything else obvious you want to say?" David Harper looked at his co-worker in disgust. There was no way Cruz didn't know Lucky was using. Hopefully his ass would get canned as well. "Maybe you want to advise me to get him to put the gun down."

"You don't need to get smart." Since the day Lucky had beat up his wife the other guys had been slowly ostracizing Cruz. He knew that his partner was using, but part of the job was watching out for each other. Lucky swore he was trying to get clean and he'd made the mistake of believing him. "What's the plan?"

"Lucky is anyone hurt?" Harper yelled trying to buy them some time. Mac was on the way with a negotiator and uniformed officers were evacuating the surrounding boats.

"No one important." He yelled back laughing. One of the officers moved and Lucky took a shot.

In order to protect a fellow officer Rodriguez had no choice but to return fire. He'd recently received a marksman award from the department, so when he aimed for Lucky's right shoulder he hit his mark. The man went down screaming in pain and the officers swarmed the boat.

"Check downstairs." Harper ordered as he approached Lucky. The wounded man was clutching his shoulder and screaming bloody murder. Harper didn't like Rodriguez but he had to admit it was a hell of a shot.

"Call an ambulance!" Rodriguez yelled up. "Female with multiple GSW's, one to the chest and one to the stomach. She's bleeding out, tell them to hurry." He dropped to his knees and applied pressure to her chest while another officer applied pressure to her stomach.

Sam McCall was trying to speak but was only making gurgling noises. This wasn't supposed to happen to her. She had a plan. Instead she was lying on the floor of her boat dying because of Lucky fucking Spencer and that bitch he married. She coughed and her whole body seized in pain. The officer was saying something but it didn't make any sense. She was getting cold and losing feeling in her hands.

"Hang on Ms. McCall help is one the way." Rodriguez said in encouragement. He looked at the other officer and he could see that they were both thinking the same thing. If Lucky survived, and he should, then he was going to facing a murder charge as well. She was losing blood to fast to have a chance.

The paramedics came down and quickly prepared Sam for transport. In the ambulance they called ahead to General Hospital to tell them to have a trauma surgeon waiting. Flooring it the driver got them there in record time. The doctors and nurses flooded the bay as they pulled the gurney from the back of the vehicle.

Voices were yelling multiple sets of directions. Calls for blood, calls for a portable x-ray machine and calls to prep an OR. Sam heard it all as if she was standing at a distance. The light was intensely bright as she tried to stay conscious as she tried to stay alive. She was fighting with everything in her but it was not enough. With one last shuddering breath everything stopped.

"PADDLES!" Matt Hunter yelled to Nadine. His patient had just flat lined. "Charge to three hundred!"

"Charged!" Nadine yelled back.

"Clear!" Matt yelled and everyone released the patient. He touched the paddles to her chest and then looked at the monitor. "Charge to four hundred!"

"Charged!" Nadine yelled back.

"Clear!" Matt yelled again. He was aware of someone running into the room before he looked at the monitor once more. Still nothing. "Charge!" He yelled out.

"Charged!" Nadine once again responded.

"Clear!" He yelled all hand released the patient once more. He sent another four hundred volts of electricity through the body of Sam but got no response.

"Call it." Emily said over his shoulder. She'd come down when she heard who they were bringing in.

"Time of death five twenty-three p.m." Matt said putting down the paddles. "Someone needs to go upstairs and tell her mother." No one moved. Telling a woman who was fighting lung cancer that her daughter was gunned down and was dead was not going to be pretty.

"You okay?" Emily asked her friend. Losing a patient was never easy.

"Yeah. She was dead when they brought her in." Matt threw his dirty gloves into the wastebasket.

Epiphany came up. "They are bringing in Lucky Spencer. GSW to the upper right shoulder."

"They shoot each other?" Matt asked reaching for clean gloves. "You want to help?" He asked the resident knowing that she and Spencer were friends. "No, I'll call his brother. Then I'll go tell Jason about Sam." Even though they were broken up she didn't want her brother or Elizabeth to hear about this on the news.

Matt just nodded his head as the bay doors opened and the gurney was wheeled in.

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