Robin Cook - Contagion

“Yeah, I know,” the policeman said. “Give a check. I’m afraid he’s a goner.”

Jack felt for a pulse while wondering how the policeman knew he was a doctor. There was no pulse.

“I didn’t have a lot of choice,” the policeman said defensively. “It happened so fast and with so many people around, I shot him in the left side of his chest. I must have hit the heart.”

Jack and the policeman stood up.

The policeman looked Jack up and down. “Are you all right?” he asked.

In shocked disbelief, Jack examined himself. He could have been shot without having felt it. “I guess so,” he said.

The policeman shook his head. “That was a close one,” he said. “I never expected anything to happen to you in here.”

“What do you mean?” Jack asked.

“If there was to be trouble, I expected it to be after you left the restaurant,” the policeman said.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jack said. “But I’m awfully glad you happened to be here.”

“Don’t thank me,” the policeman said. “Thank Lou Soldano.”

Terese came out of the rest room, confused as to what was going on. She hurried back to the table. When she saw the body her hands flew to her face to cover her mouth. Aghast, she looked at Jack.

“What happened?” she asked. “You’re as white as a ghost.”

“At least I’m alive,” Jack said. “Thanks to this policeman.”

In confusion Terese turned to the policeman for an explanation, but the sound of multiple sirens could be heard converging on the restaurant, and the policeman began moving people out of the way and urging them to sit down.

Jack looked out the window of the speeding car and watched the night-time scenery flash by with unseeing eyes. Jack was in the front passenger seat of Shawn Magoginal’s unmarked car as it cruised south on the FDR Drive. Shawn was the plainclothes policeman who had mysteriously materialized at the crucial moment to save Jack from sure death.

Over an hour had passed since the event, but Jack was no more relaxed. In fact, now that he’d had time to think about this third attempt on his life he was more agitated than right after the event. He was literally shaking. In an attempt to hide this belated reaction from Shawn he clutched both hands to his knees.

Earlier, when the police cars and the ambulance had arrived at the restaurant, chaos had reigned. The police wanted everyone’s names and addresses. Some people balked, others complied willingly. At first Jack had assumed he’d be treated similarly, but then Shawn had informed him that Detective Lieutenant Lou Soldano wanted to talk with him at police headquarters.

Jack had not wanted to go, but he’d been given no choice. Terese had insisted on coming along, but Jack had talked her out of it. She’d only relented once he’d promised to call her later. She’d told him that she’d be at the agency. After such an experience she didn’t want to be alone.

Jack ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth. A combination of the wine and tension had made it as dry as the inside of a sock. He didn’t want to go to police headquarters for fear they might detain him. He’d failed to report Reginald’s murder and he’d been at the scene of the drugstore homicide. To top it off, he’d said enough to Laurie to indicate a potential link between Reginald and Beth’s murder.

Jack sighed and ran a worried hand through his hair. He wondered how he’d respond to the inevitable questions he’d be asked.

“You okay?” Shawn questioned. He glanced at Jack, sensing his anxiety.

“Yeah, fine,” Jack said. “It’s been a wonderful evening in New York. It’s a city where you can never get bored.”

“That’s a positive way to look at it,” Shawn agreed.

Jack shot a look at the policeman, who seemed to have taken his comment literally.

“I have a couple of questions,” Jack said. “How the hell did you happen to be there at the restaurant? And how did you know I was a doctor? And how is it that I have Lou Soldano to thank?”

“Lieutenant Soldano got a tip you might be in danger,” Shawn said.

“How’d you know I was at the restaurant?” Jack asked.

“Simple,” Shawn said. “Sergeant Murphy and I tailed you from the morgue.”

Jack again looked out at the dark city as it sped by and shook his head imperceptibly. He was embarrassed for having thought he’d been so clever to ensure he’d not been followed. It was painfully obvious that he was out of his league.

“You almost gave us the slip at Bloomie’s,” Shawn said. “But I guessed what you were up to by then.”

Jack turned back to the detective. “Who gave Lieutenant Soldano the tip?” he asked. He assumed it had to have been Laurie.

“That I don’t know,” Shawn said. “But you’ll soon be able to ask him yourself.”

The FDR Drive imperceptibly became the South Street Viaduct. Ahead Jack could see the familiar silhouette of the Brooklyn Bridge come into view. Against the pale night sky it looked like a gigantic lyre.

They turned off the freeway just north of the bridge and were soon pulling into police headquarters.

Jack had never seen the building and was surprised by its modernity. Inside he had to pass through a metal detector. Shawn accompanied him to Lou Soldano’s office, then took his leave.

Lou stood up and offered his hand, then pulled over a straight-backed chair. “Sit down, Doc,” Lou said. “This is Sergeant Wilson.” Lou gestured toward a uniformed African-American police officer who got to his feet as he was introduced. He was a striking man, and his uniform was impeccably pressed. His well-groomed appearance stood in sharp contrast to Lou’s rumpled attire.

Jack shook hands with the sergeant and was impressed with the man’s grip. In contrast Jack was ashamed of his own trembling, damp palm.

“I asked Sergeant Wilson down because he’s heading up our Anti-Gang Violence Unit in Special Ops,” Lou said as he returned to his desk and sat down.

Oh, wonderful, Jack thought, concerned that this meeting might get back to Warren. Jack tried to smile, but it was hesitant and fake; he was afraid his nervousness was all too transparent. Jack worried that both these experienced law-enforcement people could tell he was a felon the moment he walked through the door.

“I understand you had a bad experience tonight,” Lou said.

“That’s an understatement,” Jack said. He regarded Lou. The man was not what he’d expected. After Laurie had said that she’d been involved with him, Jack had assumed he’d be more physically imposing: taller and more stylish. Instead, Jack thought he was a shorter version of himself considering his stocky, muscular frame and close-cropped hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” Jack asked.

“By all means,” Lou said, spreading his hands. “This isn’t an inquisition. It’s a discussion.”

“What made you have Officer Magoginal follow me?” Jack asked. “Mind you, I’m not complaining. He saved my life.”

“You have Dr. Laurie Montgomery to thank for that,” Lou said. “She was worried about you and made me promise that I would do something. Putting a tail on you was the only thing I could think of.”

“I’m certainly appreciative,” Jack said. He wondered what he could say to Laurie to thank her.

“Now, Doc, there’s a lot going on here that we’d like to know about,” Lou said. He steepled his hands with his elbows on his desk. “Maybe you should just tell us what’s happening.”

“I truly don’t know yet,” Jack said.

“Okay, fair enough,” Lou said. “But, Doc, remember! You can relax! Again, this is a discussion.”