Inger Wolfe - The Taken

“Let’s get out of here!” she called, and Quinn pulled away from the site in a wide turn, rising and twisting, until they were once again clear. Hazel looked around anxiously, but everyone was accounted for, and Wingate was standing in the middle of the helicopter, looking at Hazel with shining eyes.

“Turn around,” he shouted, rotating his index finger in the air, and Hazel did and he ran his hand up the back of her jacket and under her shirt, feeling for the wound he was sure he’d find. But there was nothing. “He shot the glass in the door out – you were standing right there,” he said, but Hazel shook her head at him.

“It was my turn,” she said. “Not his. I hit him. Call dispatch, I want any way in or out of this side of the lake blocked and I want teams working on a grid in those woods until they find him or his body.”

He called it in, and then Hazel leaned down to Eldwin’s motionless form, and pulled the drenched layers of cloth away from his throat. She felt along below his chin for a pulse. “I want to know how hard we should be trying to save this man’s life,” she shouted to Childress. “Call your people now!” The constable backed away and turned to face the rear of the cabin. “I don’t feel a pulse,” Hazel said.

“He was alive in the water,” yelled Calberson. He leapt to the back of the cabin and dragged his emergency kit out from under one of the benches. “Move aside.” Someone finally closed the door and the howl of the wind moved to the front of the helicopter, where the windshield had been shot out. Calberson cut the soaked cloth off Eldwin. “There’s a survival blanket in the kit -”

Childress shook the reflective blanket out and passed it to Calberson. Eldwin was naked beneath his windings; it was a pathetic sight, and Calberson put the thin survival blanket on top of him. He held one edge of it up. “You,” he yelled to Childress, “get in.”

“What?”

“You’re the smallest one here, so you’ll put the least strain on his chest. But we got to warm him up or he’ll die for sure.” She hesitated and he reached out and grabbed her wrist. “I’m not asking.” Childress lay down on top of Eldwin, face to face with the unconscious man.

Hazel leaned down to her. “Did you get through?”

“I’m on hold.”

“Jesus Christ,” she said, “give me that phone.”

She took off her helmet and put the phone to her ear. Calberson picked up the helmet and spoke into the mic. “Mr. Quinn? – where’s the nearest hospital?”

“The only ER that can handle this is in Mayfair,” Quinn said.

“Go.” He had Eldwin’s left wrist and was feeling the pulse. “He’s twenty beats a minute. He’s lucky it got cold or he’d be a corpse by now. As it is…”

“Hello?” said Hazel into the phone. “Who is this?” The man on the other end gave his name as Fredricks. She pressed the phone into her shoulder. “Childress? Fredricks is your guy?”

She nodded. She was looking ill – Hazel imagined Eldwin was somewhat ripe. Her radio buzzed and she passed it to Wingate.

She put the phone back to her ear. “Fredricks? I’m Detective Inspector Hazel Micallef, from the Port Dundas detachment of the OPS. I’m sorry, I’m in a helicopter – we’re waiting on some forensic results.” She listened for a moment. Wingate was saying 984, but we’re going direct to Mayfair, call ahead 951 and Hazel put a finger in her other ear. “We know that already, but I sent the superintendent some… evidence yesterday afternoon. That’s right. Okay,” she said, squinting to hear better, “say that again.”

She looked over at Wingate, but he couldn’t tell what her look meant.

“You’re sure? Okay, I understand. Now, we faxed a second set of prints up there… that’s right. From the Port Dundas OPS, sender’s name was Fraser…” She listened. “I need you to doublecheck that. You’re certain? Thank you, Fredricks. Put all that stuff back where you found it now, and not a word to anyone. I appreciate this.”

She turned back to face Wingate. “He didn’t do it,” she said. “He didn’t kill Brenda Cameron.”

Wingate looked down at the still form in the basket. Calberson had relieved Childress of her warming duties and was putting a tube in the back of Eldwin’s hand, running fluids into him. “Poor bastard,” he muttered.

“Let’s get this man to hospital.”

Quinn ascended, cutting wide back over the shore, heading southwest to Mayfair. Below them, the sunrise was spreading its pale, orange light. The rain had finally stopped. “Figures,” said Childress. “Now that we’re at the easy part it lets up.” Hazel was watching her, and gradually, feeling the woman’s eyes on her, Childress brought her gaze around. “What?”

“You want to go home?”

“And face the ridicule of my colleagues? No thanks, I’m putting in for a transfer.”

“You helped to save a man’s life. That’s not nothing.”

Childress had retreated into herself, lost in thought. Finally, she said, “I’ve been on some wild goose chases… but this one…”

Hazel leaned across the cabin and patted Childress’s knee. “I hope you have that medal you were going to pin on yourself.” Childress smiled into her lap. “Quinn?” The captain acknowledged her. “We’re going to be passing close by Kehoe River in a couple minutes, right?”

“Should do.”

“How much of a crimp does it put in your flight time to put down for a minute? I’ve got cars down there and I can double back to Mulhouse Springs and get Eldwin’s wife, bring her down to the hospital.”

Quinn looked back over his shoulder. “I’m under the impression every minute counts.”

Calberson said, “Probably a good idea to have next-of-kin present.”

Quinn nodded and looked back out his missing windshield. Kehoe River was ten kilometres in front of him. Hazel radioed the community policing office that they needed a car. “Tell them to bring it to the parking lot of the Giant Tiger,” said Quinn, and she relayed the information. They passed over the town and Quinn put down in the empty parking lot.

“I’ll take Childress,” Hazel said to Wingate. “Then I can drive her back to Toronto after stopping at Mayfair. You see Eldwin gets the attention he needs.”

He looked back and forth between them, then offered Constable Childress his hand. “Thanks for your help.”

“Yeah,” she said, a little stunned. “Okay.”

Hazel thanked Quinn, Tate, and Calberson and then the two women stepped down onto the parking lot surface. They moved back and Quinn took the rest of his passengers up again. He’d got down and off-loaded them in less than two minutes. They watched him angle down Main Street as one of the cars from the Kehoe River office pulled up. “You mind walking back?” Hazel asked the driver, as she slid into the passenger seat. “We have to get down to Mulhouse Springs in a hurry.” The officer touched his cap and she watched him get smaller in the rearview mirror.

They were in Mulhouse Springs in twenty minutes and Hazel had to wake Officer Childress up. The lights were off in the Eldwin house, but all it took was a light knock to bring it to life and Claire Eldwin opened the door tying a housecoat around herself. The moment she saw Hazel on her doorstep, she began to cry. “Oh no, no…”

“He’s alive,” said Hazel. “But barely.”

“Oh, thank God -” said Eldwin, stepping forward to embrace her. Hazel held her a moment, and then Eldwin stepped back and pushed her hair off her cheeks. “He’s going to make it, right? Tell me he’ll make it.”

“He’s at Mayfair General. They’re going to do their best. But we’d better get you down there quickly just the same.” She stepped into the house. “This is Constable Childress. She helped with the search.”