Page 121 of Stone Coast
“Through and through,” a paramedic said. “No bone. No major arteries.”
“What about brain damage?”
The paramedic looked confused.
“That’s right. It’s a pre-existing condition.”
Tyson shrugged innocently. But it hurt to shrug and caused him to grimace again.
“Don’t move,” the EMT chastised.
By the way they teased each other, it was easy to see he was close to the sheriff. You’ve got to care about somebody to trade insults like that.
“You wanna tell me what the hell happened here?” Daniels barked.
“Two ass-clowns thought it’d be a good idea to board the boat in the middle of the night,” Tyson said.
“I only see one.”
“The other one got away.”
“Judging by the blood trail across the salon, I don’t know how far he’s gonna get.”
Tyson smiled. “You never know.”
“Any idea what they wanted?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Tyson said, not wanting to go into details.
The sheriff looked at the dead body near the forward passageway. “Who’s the stiff?”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
The sheriff’s annoyed eyes found me. “And who the hell are you?”
“That’s Savannah,” Tyson said. “Savannah, meet Wayne Daniels.”
“Nice to meet you, sheriff,” I said, extending my hand.
He took my hand, and his eyes narrowed as he surveyed me. “You seem like a smart girl. What are you doing with him?”
I shrugged. “Just rotten luck, I guess.”
He stared at me for a moment. “You’re the one whose boat burned down last night.” He’d obviously gotten wind of the report.
I cringed and nodded.
“Now this happens.”
I nodded sheepishly.
“You want to tell me what’s really going on?”
“It’s complicated,” Tyson said.
“It’s always complicated with you, Wild.”
Once Tyson was hemodynamically stable, the EMTs attempted to transfer him to a gurney.
