Falling Again (20 page)
“We know that one, Doc. We’ve seen enough colleagues with it,” Sam said.
“Right. Sorry. Too used to having to explain it to civilians, I guess.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “He drank too much, got into fights, and didn’t take care of himself. I was checking on him because of an infected knife wound in his leg.”
“You make rounds on these guys every day?” Danny asked.
“No, I can only get here about once a week.” He sounded defensive, as if he knew he should be there more often. Danny felt a flicker of pleasure at making the good doctor uncomfortable.
He continued, “I don’t usually treat the guys here, just check up on them if they haven’t come back to the clinic for a follow-up. Jim is … was … an exception. He asked me to treat him here. So I did.”
“And you called as soon as you found him,” Sam said.
“Of course I did.” Abrams made a face that clearly showed how annoyed he was to be asked the question.
Danny waited, repressing a smirk, anticipating the enjoyment she would get from watching her partner put the pain-in-the-ass doctor in his place. Sam was an expert at managing a witness with a chip on his shoulder.
“Didn’t mean anything by it, Doc. Sometimes people try to revive the victim or look around for the perp and don’t call right away. Just trying to get a clearer picture of how things happened.”
Oh, hell. He’s playing mild-mannered Sam. Where’s the crusty one I know and love? Danny quickly checked the expressions on the faces of the two men to make sure she hadn’t said anything out loud. She was relieved when the conversation went on without interruption.
“Sorry.” Jake Abrams actually looked like he meant it. “Shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Guess I’m on edge. This is the third time this has happened.”
“Third time what has happened?” Sam asked.
“Third time someone’s shot into one of the camps. The other two times, no one reported getting hit.”
“I don’t remember hearing about drive-bys at a transient camp. Was it reported to us?” Danny asked.
The doctor snorted. “I doubt it. Why would anyone report it? You wouldn’t do anything about it.”
“Other than try and find out who was doing it, no, I don’t imagine we would,” she said, glaring at him. “I mean it’s not like figuring out shit like this is part of our job or anything. So of course … ”
“Danny,” Sam interrupted, “why don’t you go talk to the guys who were within hearing range and see what you can find out? I’ll stay here with the doc and sort out what he found when he got here.”
Danny nodded and walked away, relieved to be out of the orbit of what was, she was sure, the snarkiest doctor — maybe the snarkiest person — in the city of Portland.
Ninety minutes later, she’d talked to most of the residents in the camp, two of whom she was surprised to find were women. No one had seen or heard anything other than a few strange noises that hadn’t meant much to anyone.
A few of the inhabitants owned up to sleeping off too much booze. A couple said they’d heard noises that could have been backfires, gunshots, or their memories of combat. Most said there were always strange noises at night around the camp — cars and trucks overhead, people walking nearby, rats running around under the bridge. That made Danny even more grateful than usual that she had a warm, snug apartment to go home to. She hated rats.
She was about to rejoin her partner when Doctor Snark flagged her down.
“We got off on the wrong foot,” he said. “I’m sorry. Can we start over?”
She waved off his apology. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to people not being real happy to have the police around. We deal with all sorts in this job.”
He grinned and his smile lit up his face. A face that was really quite good-looking, now that she re-considered it. Wide-set blue eyes that looked as deep as the sea, dark hair that fell in waves around his ears and over his forehead, a bit shaggy, like he needed a haircut. Sculpted cheekbones, a strong jaw covered in designer stubble, and a full mouth that looked a hell of a lot better smiling than it had thinned into a line of disapproval. In fact, she couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth, now that it was smiling at her. It was full-lipped and luscious looking.
His tall and nicely muscled body wasn’t bad either.
“I imagine you do,” he said. “I meet some jerks in my work, too. But most of the time I try not to be one. This morning I failed. I apologize.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “My only excuse is that I get wrapped around the axle when it comes to these guys … ”
“And women.”
“You noticed. Yeah, and women. They mean a lot to me. And this has me worried. Like I said, it’s not the first time we’ve had someone shoot into one of the camps. If it’s the same person doing the shooting, they’re escalating and that raises all sorts of red flags. It concerns me. Big time.”
“Mind if I ask why this is so important to you?”
“A lot of the people in these camps are veterans, some from as far back as Vietnam, who’ve had a hard time coming home. I was in the National Guard. In Iraq.” He paused for a moment, his eyes clouded, as if seeing something far away. “I know how it is. I volunteer at a clinic for vets. One of the things we do is try and get them to a place where they can really come home. Every part of them.” He stopped again.
“Sounds like a tough job,” Danny said to prompt him.
“Someone has to do it. The same government that sends these guys off to fight doesn’t always do such a great job of making sure they get back to some sort of normal civilian life afterwards. They do okay for most vets but some guys slip through the cracks. Too many of them, in my opinion.”
“You said the camps reappear because people have no place to go. Didn’t I read about a VA program that provides rent vouchers for homeless vets?”
He nodded. “There is a program like that. Wouldn’t be surprised if some of the guys here have those vouchers. What they don’t have is a place to use them. Since the housing bubble burst, rentals are in short supply around Portland. The vouchers don’t pay as much as the landlords can get on the open market so they limit the number of units available for the guys to use the vouchers.”
“Thanks. That helps me understand what’s going on a little better.”
He looked down at her. “I guess I owe you one more apology.”
Curious, she asked, “And what would this one be for?”
“I apologize for casting aspersions on the organization you work for. Apparently not all cops are disinterested in the problems these folks face.”
“No apology needed. I’m sure if you rousted my friends out of their homes I wouldn’t be too impressed with you, either.”
The grin was back. “I don’t think you were too impressed with me even though I wasn’t anywhere near your friends’ homes.”
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled in return. “You could be right, Doctor Abrams.”
“As long as we’re starting over, it’s Jake, Detective Hartmann. And you’re … ?”
“Danny. Happy to re-meet you, Jake.” She put out her hand and he shook it, holding on to it longer than necessary.
“Danny? There must be a story behind that.” The smile that went with the comment moved from merely attractive to downright sexy.
Dammit, he knew exactly what he was doing by continuing to hold on to her hand. “Not really. I like Danny better than my given name.”
“Which is?”
“Danita, if you really have to know.” She was not about to confess to trying to be one of the guys when she was a kid by turning the name she didn’t much like into a boy’s name. Needing to change the subject to something other than her, she grabbed onto the first topic that came to mind. “Speaking of names, I should have thought of this earlier but your last name is familiar. You have relatives who are doctors, too?” She managed to remove her hand from his as she asked her question.
“Generations of them. A tradition on both sides of the family. I followed one grandfather onto the staff at Kaiser. The other grandfather was on the faculty at the medical school. My mother’s a pediatrician up at Doernbecher. My brother is a psychiatrist in Vancouver. My father’s a surgeon at Emanuel.”
“That’s it. I think your father was the doc who put Sam back together a few years ago after he got shot up.”
“He’ll remember if he was. I swear my father can recall the name of everyone he’s ever treated. And if Sam was his patient he’ll be happy to hear he’s doing great. Boosts his ego to hear how well his work turned out.”
“Speaking of work, I better get back to mine. We’ll be in touch. Promise me that if something, anything, happens that even vaguely seems like it’s related to this, you’ll call us.” Reaching into her pants pocket she pulled out a business card and handed it to him. “My number’s on here. If Sam forgets to give you his card, ask for it.”
He scrutinized the card. “Hmm. No home address so I can come and roust you out.”
“No, Jake. And don’t bother with four-one-one. That won’t find me either.” She smiled before heading to the patrol car where the responding officers were congregated.
• • •
Damn. Why the hell had he been such an S.O.B. when he first met her? Now she wouldn’t give him the time of day — unless it was the time she’d be at her desk, willing to listen to any evidence he might have. That wouldn’t be the worst way to get back into her good graces. If only he could find something.
As he watched her walk away, he noticed that the rear view of the very attractive detective was almost as good as the view from the front. She was tall, maybe five-eight, five-nine. And she walked like she owned the place, a long stride with a controlled sway to her hips that wasn’t sexual but was surely sensual. And those hips and fine ass were covered by chocolate brown pants that fit like a glove. The cream-colored shirt she wore looked good with her honey blonde hair and bourbon-colored eyes.
Where the hell were all the food images coming from? He wasn’t hungry; he’d eaten breakfast that morning. Maybe not enough. Or maybe it was that he thought the lady looked good enough to eat. Although, she had a mouth on her that made him certain she’d be no lady when she was in charge of who was eating what.
He shook his head to stop this disastrous train of thought. The image of Danny Hartmann, on her knees in front of him, deciding who was eating whom, had to go before it took up residence in his head and distracted him for the rest of the day. He had surgeries waiting for him. Even food metaphors describing her hair and eyes were better than the very pleasurable image of her naked that was filling his thoughts and making his mouth dry.
“You okay, Doc?” Sam Richardson interrupted his fantasizing, looking concerned.
If Sam only knew how not okay Jake’s thoughts about his partner were, he’d be more than concerned. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Jake shook his head again, trying to clear it. “You finished talking to people?”
“Mostly. For now anyway. The patrol officers are about to leave. Danny and I will be around for another half hour or so. If you need to get to the clinic … ”
“Nope, on my way to the hospital. I’m in surgery for most of the day but if you need me, here’s my number.” He pulled out his own card, tucking Danny’s into his wallet as he did so. “Leave a message and I’ll get back to you between cases.”
“Sounds good. Is that Danny’s card? I’ll give you mine, too.” Sam handed him a business card and looked as if he was about to walk away.
“Ah, Detective Richardson? One more thing, not related to what happened here. It’s personal and I’ll understand if you don’t want to answer.”
“Okay, what is it?” Richardson sounded very curious and a bit wary.
“It’s about Detective Hartmann … Danny. Is she attached?”
“Attached? If you mean professionally, yeah, she is. To me. She’s my partner. But if you mean personally, the only attachment I know of is to the classic VW convertible she restored and rebuilt from the engine out.”
“Wow.”
“Yup. That about covers it. She’s a ‘wow’ kind of woman.”
Sam had a look on his face that said he wanted to say — or ask — more, but he didn’t, much to Jake’s relief. Jake wasn’t even really sure why he’d asked about her. It wasn’t like there was a chance she’d be interested. Not after the way he’d behaved when they first met.
Fortunately, Sam merely shook his hand and walked away. Jake got out of there as fast as he could, kicking himself for behaving like an idiot, first with Danny, now with her partner. He needed to lose himself in his work.
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