Moon River Saga

2 years later

“Allan, get a load of this….” Wil Davies sat across the room from his partner in their office reading a thick book.

“Get a load of what?” Allan set down his police report looking at his friend.

“After years of arguing, Gracie finally agree’d to go to prom with Jack, but however, it was not the glorious senior prom that she had dreamed of since her freshman year in the arms of her Val. It was a nightmare, a horror beyond anything she had previously imagined.” He paused turning the page. He blinked shaking his head.

“Let me guess he was a bad kisser.” Allan rolled his eyes flipping through the report.

“He ran over her brother and kidnapped her left her in the hospital for over two months.” Wil flipped through pages.

“She made that up, she’s never spent more than her birth in the hospital.” Allan snorted.

“So it’s coincidence then that she knows all about our killer?”

“She’s a writer and crime junkey, she probably did research.”

Wil shook his head. “You haven’t had a nice thing to say about anybody in over a year.”

“You do good work.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Wil stood up. “You realize he’s trying to get her to move in with him don’t you.”

“Yes, and she’ll do it too because she’s pathetic.”

“Oh your grandfather called.”

“Really?”

“Says he needs your help down at the ER, there’s been an accident of some sort and he needs you to cover for him.”

“Remind me to curse the day I graudated Med school.” Allan stood grabbing his jacket and brief case. “I want a full dosier on Jack Willards with this ssn.” He tossed a file at his partner. “We’ll check and see if this is the one.”

Wil nodded and Allan headed out the door. There were benefits to being a doctor even if he would rather be a detective, but, with his grandfather’s set up, he was able to be both.

“Grandpa?” Allan called as he came in and pulled on his jacket and grabbed his clip board.

“Allan, you got down here much quicker than I expected.”

“How are things?”

“Busy, but I’ve got a special case in that I need you to monitor for me.”

“What is it?”

“Domestic case. Boyfriend attack, she’s in a coma. Obvious concusion and bruises.. No internal bleading thank goodness, but I need you to monitor her.”