Skyler and Cameron arrived at the hospital. Traffic was a headache and he didn’t think she knew how to drive. She didn’t get that from mom or dad, they were both excellent drivers. Maybe she took after one of her old grandmas. They asked at the front desk where their mom would be, she was still in emergency. They hadn’t moved her yet. They went to the ER and found her in cubicle one. They had discussed how to act on the way over. Don’t freak out for one,act brave, don’t cry and have high spirits for her sake.
Peyton smiled ear to ear when she saw her kids. Cameron looked sharp in hi new clothes, Skyler looked like she was trying her hardest to be brave. The hugs had to wait, her ribs were too sore but they kissed her on the cheek and laughed.
They were dying to know what happened but didn’t want to push her into something she did not want to talk about. Skyler blurted out, “Oh mom, what happened?” Cameron rolled his eyes at his sister, that hadn’t lasted very long.
“I got mugged and my Gucci bag was stolen. Everything that was precious to me in my purse.”
“Mom….I think I can relate, I would just die if I lost my purse!”
“That’s why you carry a little bit and put it in your pocket!” Cameron was so sincere they giggled at him, “It’s true!”
Peyton told them everything except for calling the perp. She would have to take that to the grave.
“Oh, how completely awful mother!”
Now it was Cameron’s turn to laugh, she never called her mother. They were both worried about her ribs.”They’ll hurt for a while but they should heal within a few weeks.”
“What about work?”
“I haven’t really discussed that with Brian yet.”
“Well we’ll take care of you mom, it can’t be any worse than when Ellie was a puppy.”
Hunter cook was a delusional man. Besides stealing her blind, he was planning on killing her. She’d seen his face disguise or not… He couldn’t leave any loose ends or take any unnecessary risks. The how and the when were yet to be decided.
It arroused him thinking about it; maybe he would rape her too. That would be the icing on the cake. Have my cake and eat it too he thought wryly.
A few more beers and he’d be downright drunk. He did his best thinking when he was drinking. He had to decide how to do it, where to do it and when. Big decisions!
Well he needed to take a leak and grab another brewsky, then he was going to bed. He wondered what- if anything the cops were doing. He was superior to the cops and a lot smarter, they were just a bumbling, donut eating, fucked up joke. He was proud of his clear righteous mind.
It was time for the kids to go, visiting hours were over, besides Peyton was wiped out.
Mac came back and told the kids goodbye. She would stay for a while longer until their mom fell asleep, then she would meet them at home. They said their good nights Skyler and Cameron left.
“Hopefully you can find the gas pedal on the way home!”he cracked himself up.
The cops had stopped by earlier and ‘Brian the bulldog’ wouldn’t let them near her.
“She was asleep , in a delicate condition,didn’t need harangued that night, come back tomorrow.”
Officers Gage and Welton were assigned to the case. Just a mugging, no big deal…they wanted a real case. They had questioned regulars on the mall, a transient guy and others but they finally got lucky when they talked to the corner musician. The guy they were after hung out, listened to him play, left him a dollar then disappeared around the corner. He did have a description for them. The guy was 5’10” to 5’11”, weighed maybe 180, he was Caucasian, black beard with mustache-that sort of looked fake, brown eyes, a grey hoody, jeans, wife beater and white Adidas tennis shoes. He also had an inch scar under his right eye that looked like it had been bad.
“Not much to go on,” mentioned Gage, “muggings are a dime a dozen, they’re just making it a big thing because she was a rich prominent doctor.”
Gage was only 25, tall and thin, broad shouldered, blonde haired, blue eyed, friendly face, with unfortunate acne scars from youth.
Welton was his pole opposite. 56, chunky build, brown thinning hair(a soft spot with him), dark brown eyes, narrow shouldered, bad postured, pot bellied, reddish faced with squinted eyes and thinned lipped.
They’d been partners for three years and complimented eachother. They worked long hard hours and never had anything too exciting to report to their wives.
This case was a dead end. There were too many that fit that description(except for the scar), no vehicle, no prints or video. Not saying they were giving up but not saying they were trying very hard either.
When they met the doctor the next day her beauty took them aback. Her description of her assailant was, almost identical but still a dead end. They relayed to her what they thought and read disappointment all over that gorgeous face.
Hunter woke hungover. He immediately popped open a beer, poured some vodka in his coffee and lit up a joint. The perfect way to get his day kick started. Throughout his sleepless night he had decided on strangulation. It showed power, resolve, it was slow and pleasingly barbaric. He was glad he made up his mind on that aspect. He had the how…now just the where and when.
It was exhilarating planning a murder, you just couldn’t get caught. He had plenty of faith in his aptitude. He needed to go stare in the mirror for awhile…get in touch with himself and admire the great attributes he had been blessed with. It was so nice to be him and not crowded by others. He changed his socks for the fourth time that day, his mothers words squeezing his cerabellum. ‘Cleanliness was next Godliness’, among other bizarre beliefs. Hunter carried her with him no matter how he tried to rid his mind and soul of her. She would be exceedingly proud of him. This he was sure of…..
Peyton had a nightmare. She was floating and something evil was chasing her. She couldn’t remember much more than that but it was somehow foreboding. She shook off the dream and sat up too fast. She had forgotten about her ribs but boy did that remind her.
She wondered how the kids were.
Mason wouldn’t have been able to get ahold of her last night- no phone. Maybe she would have Mac call him. He needed to be aware of what was going on even though he wasn’t there to help. She hoped they weren’t working him too hard. Peyton missed him and his level head. She needed to find out about being released to work. It would probably be at least a week.
You know…the more she thought about what those two idiot cops told her, the angrier and more agitated she got. She was going to have to do something about it. Call their superiors. They were cops too and would most likely feel the same way.
Mac called, she had gotten ahold of Mason at work. She filled him in on everything, he threatened to take a flight out that night but Kevin sternly asked him not to leave. He promised to call her that night, in the hospital or at home. His concern for her was sad because he could not do anything. She couldn’t wait to hear his voice!
Peyton decided that if the authorities were going to drop the ball, she would take matters into her own hands.
That son of a bitch just couldn’t get away with it, she could just imagine what he was doing with her personal information. If he had any computer savvy.
She had never put too much stock in private investigators but maybe she would try one. What was that unlikable persons name? She couldn’t remember. He was such a pain but might do a good job for her. Benjamin! That was it. Ummm what was his last name? Walker….he’d be needing one soon , that’s what made her think of it. She laughed at her own sick joke.
Benjamin Walker. Should she look it up or wait to get it from her files. Surely the sooner the better before the trail got cold, if there was a trail. Poor Mackenzie she’d asked her to do so much already. Maybe she would get his number. She would have to call him first thing in the morning. Between the pain medication, healing, stress and actual pain she decided to take a nap.