day1 love

chapter 29*forgot about Dre!

Sam's POV:

Well, all things considered, that went easier than I expected.

Mr. Grandinez was able to hold on till the paramedics got there.
As they came into his apartment and worked to stabilize him, police and white shirts converged on the scene.
I gave my statement, so did Smythe.
I noticed the old man kept trying to pull off his oxygen.
As I glanced in his direction, I wasnt surprised to see the cop who was taking my statement's eyes, without hesitation, follow the direction mine went in
He says, "You should really save your breath and not try to speak, Sir"
The old man said clearly, "I...have... breath... enough...for...this...these...boys...saved...me.
They..are...not...who...shot...me...they are...good...boys!"

That little statement had obviously taken alot out of him, because after he said it he closed his eyes.
The emergency tech immediately placed the oxygen mask back on his face and said to his partner "Let's get him over to Temple"

Temple Hospital is a Trauma 1 hospital, and only the most seriously wounded would be taken and admitted there.

I should know, that's where Nik was transported to

This wasn't a coincidence, hardly anything in life is.
I'd spared his life, because he'd saved Nik's, and now he saving mine, and that of my brother's, because of it.
Karma at her best.
She isn't always cold.
What goes around, comes around, and a person's good deeds put good out in the universe.
It was a weighty release and I struggled not to let my absolute joy show.

I got no love for them boys in blue that's for damn sure.
The officer continued on, asking me every type of question, except the color of my draws.
I could feel my temper rising but I still remained respectful and answered all intrusive inquiries truthfully.

Then, it was the Detectives turn.
He asked about my girl.

I told him everything I had just told the cop, he handed me a card and told me that they would need to speak to Nik, and for my brother and I not to leave town.

Great.
I had tried my damnedest to keep her shielded from this, realizing too late I can't.
She has to be questioned, and that's bound to open the wounds that just barely began to close.
She's gonna have to tell this detective everything.
And I gotta let it happen.

All said, whatever was still in Nik's old apartment would have to stay there at least for the time being.
The whole apartment building was basically cordoned off as CSI arrived and began working their part of the job.

Finally we were cleared and told we were free to go.
Words have never sounded so sweet,
I swear!

We cleared up some loose ends with the Salvation Army driver, apologized for the delay but it can't be helped.
He actually had seen next to nothing besides that Caddy skirtin off.
He said he saw two occupants in the car, seen the driver's face and he'd had his gaze focused on the apartment as he passed by the van, for no more than five seconds.
The driver says he doubts the Caddy's occupants even saw him.
They were looking at the house and not him.
I suddenly remembered something, and heart racing, I pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans.
I still had that picture of the dickhead, with his arms around MY girl.
The sadness in her eyes hurt my soul.
I need to burn this picture.
Mouth dry as the Sahara, I asked if this was the man he saw.
He shook his head but also said that he had a similar coldness around his eyes and the same type of build.

For a moment I thought it might be Tristan, Cornell, whatever the cat was calling himself, to be honest.
I need to find out who was driving a tricked out Caddy in South Philly.
There couldn't be that many, we favored Pontiac, Camaro, GMs and the occasional SUV.
I need to make some plans.
I needed somehow to talk to Ceez.
Ask him to keep an eye on who came to visit Tris.
If my intuition was right, even though he hadn't come himself, he was damn sure behind it.
Because of my probation, I couldn't go visit himself, so I needed another way to communicate.
I knew exactly what to do, but Nik won't like this.
She'll do it cause there ain't no way around it unless I could think of it.
I consider Fancee family and ain't wanna do it, but I needed her to speak to Ceez.
Her being there would arouse no suspicion, as that's his girl.
Let's call it a reconnaissance mission.
I smirked, though not with humor.