Page 17 of Stilettos & Whiskey
The blond medic cleaned the wound on my forehead. “You’re going to need a stitch or two.”
“Seriously? Slap a bandage on it and I’m good. I don’t want to go to the hospital again.”
“Why not?” The Hispanic medic wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my left arm and pumped it.
“Let’s just say bad things happen at the hospital.”
The blond medic grinned. “You’re that deputy who is always on the news.”
“No, that’s Gemma. I’m just her sidekick.”
The Hispanic medic removed the blood pressure cuff. “Your blood pressure is a little elevated, but that’s to be expected.”
“Ya, think?
The blond medic placed a bandage on my cut. “Your lower lip will need to be stitched too.”
That explained the blood running down my chin. I glanced down. Damn. I had ruined another uniform shirt.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” the blond medic said as he carefully cleaned the blood off my face. “You’re gonna get a black eye too.”
“Julie!” Frank scrambled down the side of the gully. “How badly are you hurt?”
“I’ll live, but we’ve got a problem.” I pointed at the skull. “Tell me you see that.”
“What the hell?” Frank carefully brushed the dirt, and rocks away from the skull. “That’s a bullet hole in the cranium.”
The Hispanic medic nodded. “Yep, definitely a homicide.”
“Look,” the blond medic pointed. “There’s a femur and a rib under the car.”
“Sergeant Bergman’s not gonna be happy,” I sighed.
Frank keyed his radio mic. “George-20 we possibly have a 451 victim at our location.”
“Copy. I’m pulling up now. Radio start a homicide detective our way,” Sergeant Bergman instructed.
“Copy, George-20,” the dispatcher replied.
I frowned. “What did you do with Evans?”
“He’s hogtied in the back of my patrol car and Captain Smith is pressing charges too.”
My jaw dropped. “The idiot hit Captain Smith?”
“Broke his nose,” the blonde medic said.
I shook my head. “I still don’t understand why he attacked me.”
“He said you were an uppity female who didn’t know how to do her job, and you needed to be put down like a rabid dog,” the Hispanic medic stated.
“Shit! Hewastrying to kill me.”
Frank nodded. “Yep, and he drew his gun too.”
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“That’s when Captain Smith knocked it out of his hand and Evans punched him in the face,” the blond medic added.
