Julia Spencer-Fleming - One Was a Soldier

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At the Millers Kill Community Center, five veterans gather to work on adjusting to life after war. Reverend Clare Fergusson has returned from Iraq with a head full of bad memories she's using alcohol to wipe out. Dr. George Stillman is denying that the head wound he received has left him with something worse than simple migraines. Officer Eric McCrea is battling to keep his constant rage from affecting his life as a cop, and as a father.
High school track star Will Ellis is looking for some reason to keep on living after losing both legs to an IED. And down-onher- luck Tally McNabb has brought home a secret – a fatal one. Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne just wants Clare to settle down and get married – to him. But when he rules Tally McNabb's death a suicide, Clare sides with the other vets against him. Russ and Clare's unorthodox investigation will uncover a trail of deceit that runs from their tiny Adirondack town to the upper ranks of the Army, and from the waters of the Millers Kill to the unfor – giving streets of Baghdad.
Fans of the series have been waiting for Russ and Clare to get together, and now that burgeoning relationship is threatened in this next tantalizing novel by Julia Spencer-Fleming.

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“Lady,” someone yelled. “Hey, lady, you can’t go out there!”

She pulled her badge out of her back pocket and flashed it toward the voice without stopping. She wasn’t the only noncontestant on the field now-Flynn was running toward Jake, and a woman weighed down with clipboard, walkie-talkie, and stopwatches, followed by a graying man she recognized as the Millers Kill coach. She and Flynn reached the boy first.

“Jake. Hey, buddy, how are you doing?” Flynn knelt next to Jake and pressed his fingers to the side of the boy’s neck.

“My chest hurts.” Jake was pale and sweaty, but his pupils were normal, symmetrical, and he tracked Flynn’s finger from left to right and back again without a problem. “Maybe I just-” The boy curled up into a sitting position and gasped. Hadley took his hand and let him squeeze it until her knuckles cracked.

“Where does it hurt?” Flynn gently touched Jake’s rib cage, first one side, then the other. “Here?”

Jake shook his head then winced. “Higher.”

Hadley looked at Flynn. “Collarbone.”

Flynn laid four fingers over the boy’s collarbone. Jake yelped. “That’s it.” Flynn looked at Hadley. “I can already feel it swelling up.”

“I broke my collarbone at the first meet of the season? Oh, God, that’s so lame.”

“No way, dude.” Flynn smiled brilliantly at the boy. “You’re a wounded warrior. The chicks are going to be falling all over themselves to help you in the lunch line, carry your books. You wait and see.”

“Should I call an ambulance?” Coach Bain asked.

“Quicker if we take him in my vehicle,” Flynn said.

“The division regs state any injured child should be transported professionally unless released into the care of a parent or guardian,” the timekeeper said.

“We are professional.” With her free hand, Hadley flapped her badge at the woman. “Officer Flynn’s car is equipped with a light bar, siren, and emergency service radio. I’ll ride along.”

“Oh. Oh. Well, in that case…”

“I’m sorry, Coach.” Jake blinked fast and hard as Hadley and Flynn helped him to his feet. “I’m really sorry. I know I shouldn’t have looked back. I knew it, and I did it anyway.”

“You did great out there,” Coach Bain assured him. “You ran a great race. You go with Kevin and Mrs. Knox-I’m sorry, with Officer Knox-and after this little ding heals up, we’ll see about you breaking some records for the indoor track season. Kevin, I’m going to grab his medical authorization out of my truck. I’ll meet you at your car with it.” Coach Bain strode off, the track official double-stepping to keep up with him.

“Here.” Flynn stripped off his T-shirt, pulled the neck over Jake’s head, and ran the body of it under and over Jake’s arm. He tied some sort of three-way knot with the hem and the sleeves and presto, Jake’s arm was snug against his chest in an all-cotton sling. “Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, my God,” Hadley said, “You really were an Eagle Scout.”

“Yeah.” Flynn looked surprised. “How’d you know?”

Then she saw the other tattoo. A second, smaller Celtic knot, this one circling his left nipple. “Jesus, Flynn.” Even with the injured boy standing between them, she felt a jolt low in her belly at the sight. It was… erotic. Not what she wanted to be feeling around Kevin Flynn. “If the chief sees that, you’ll be pulling the dog shift for the rest of your natural life.”

He grinned. “Good thing I’m not planning on stripping down for the chief, then, isn’t it?”

In Flynn’s car, away from the other kids, Jake let himself lean against Hadley and shut his eyes. While Flynn turned on his lights and began the drive back to Millers Kill, she tried to reach Jennifer McCrea. She left a detailed voice mail at Jennifer’s home and cell numbers, and when she had clicked off, she said, “I’m sure she’ll get the message soon, and your dad will be on his way. The dispatcher will tell him what happened.”

Jake bit his lip. “He’ll be mad.”

“No, honey, he won’t. It wasn’t your fault you broke your collarbone, and even if it was, he wouldn’t be mad at you.”

He blinked again. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, honey.” She glanced out the window. “We’ll be there in five minutes. I promise you, I’ll stay with you until your mom gets there, okay?”

“Okay.”

Kevin parked in the MKPD spot outside emergency and they both helped ease Jake out of the car. The boy looked pinched and scared and about nine years old. Hadley tried his mother’s numbers again while Kevin checked him in at the admission desk.

The ER nurse let Hadley wait outside the blue curtained area while he helped Jake change. Hadley stood at his bedside while the resident cheerfully agreed that yep, it sure looked like a broken collarbone to her. They ice-bagged the spot, now purple and swollen, and started an IV, which left Jake groggy.

“We need him for fifteen minutes in radiology,” the resident said. “Then the orthopedist will be in to talk with you.” She glanced at Jake’s chart. “You’re not the mom?”

“We’re trying to get hold of her.” Hadley squeezed Jake’s noninjured arm. “I’ll call your mom again while you’re getting X-rayed.” He nodded sleepily as they rolled him away.

Kevin Flynn was shivering in the waiting area, his arms wrapped around himself for warmth, looking for all the world like an extra from Braveheart who had mistakenly swapped his kilt for a pair of baggy shorts. “Here you go, Celtic warrior.” She handed him his T-shirt. “The goose bumps don’t go too well with the tats.”

“They didn’t have AC in ancient Ireland.” He pulled the shirt over his head. “How’s he doing?”

“They’ve doped him up and taken him in for X-rays.” She glanced around the ER waiting room while she redialed Jennifer McCrea’s home and cell numbers. Tired institutional paint, wide, armless sixties-style couches and chairs, a goateed teen, a grandmotherly type in a cardigan, a weather-beaten man asleep and listing. Jennifer’s recorded voice invited her to leave a message. Hadley started to repeat her message when the ER doors whumphed open and Eric McCrea strode through. He spotted them.

“How is he?” He must have come straight out of his unit; he was still wearing his rig, radio at his shoulder, his service piece holstered at his hip.

“He’s fine,” Hadley said. “They’re pretty sure it’s just a broken collarbone. He’s in radiology now. They’ve given him Demerol for the pain.”

“What happened?” Eric said.

“He pulled the lead maybe two hundred meters from the finish,” Flynn said. “He was really flying. You would have been proud of him.”

“What happened ?”

“He couldn’t resist checking out where the closest runner was. He looked behind him…” Flynn shrugged. “That’s all it takes to put a foot wrong.”

“Oh, Christ. Of all the boneheaded moves.” Eric clenched his fists. “He knows better than that. He knows better!”

“It’s a broken collarbone,” Hadley reminded him. “Which is a lot better than a broken leg. Or a broken neck. He’ll be running around again by November. December at the latest.”

“By which time the season will be over.”

Hadley looked at Flynn. The puzzled uneasiness she saw on his face matched her own concern. She had spent a fair amount of time riding with him back when she was a newbie. That Eric had been smart, patient with her mistakes, with a sense of humor that eased him over the rough spots of the job. This Eric looked like he was going to pop a vein because his kid busted a bone. Playing in middle school, for God’s sake. “Where’s Jenny?” he demanded.

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