Judy Christenberry - Randall On The Run

“No! I need to get to Washington.”

“I’m not even sure I can get you inside, Steve. You can’t make it to Washington in your condition.”

“My evidence?”

“It’s hidden. I’ll keep it safe, I promise. Now, I’m going to come to your side and help you out. Pull the blanket around you. It’s still snowing.”

With that, she slipped out of the SUV, wearing her sister’s coat, and opened the door on the passenger side. Steve almost fell into her arms. She braced herself, but fortunately Jon appeared at that moment. “Here, let me help him.”

Jessica stepped aside, but she felt a strange sense of loss. Steve had depended on her for more than twenty-four hours.

She opened the door for the pair and followed them in. Jon turned into the first room and put Steve on a gurney. Then he turned to Jessica. “Stay here with him until I make sure the nurse on duty won’t be in the operating room with us. It will just be me, Caroline and Anna.”

“You called Caroline? And my mother?” Jessica demanded. “She didn’t even know I was coming home.”

“I know, but I want her to assist with the surgery. I told your dad to come, too. And Mike. You’ll need to explain everything to him. You can trust him to do what’s right, Jess. You know that.”

“Yes, I know,” Jessica admitted with a sigh. “I don’t know how I’ll explain it to Steve, though.”

“Don’t try right now. Wait until we get the bullet out and move the two of you into that apartment over the sheriff’s office. He’ll grasp the obvious then.”

“I hope you’re right. And I’m glad my parents are coming. I’ve missed them a lot.” And she was glad her mother, who was a nurse-midwife, would be assisting with the surgery.

Jon smiled and patted her on the shoulder. “Welcome home, Jess.”

Jessica settled in a chair beside Steve, who appeared to be asleep. She had to have drifted off, too, because in what seemed like a couple of minutes, her mother and father came in and woke her up. After she hugged them, she explained everything.

“You did a dangerous thing, honey,” her father, Brett Randall, said. “You could’ve been killed.”

“I know, Dad, but I couldn’t just drive away and leave him there to die. You wouldn’t have done that.”

“Well, no, but—but I’m a man.”

“Oh, Dad, you’re so hopelessly out of date. Women can be brave, too.”

“We’re so glad you’ve come home,” Anna said, hugging her again. “Now, I have to go get ready for the surgery. Maybe you should go tell Mike what’s going on.”

“Yes, as soon as they take Steve into surgery, I’ll go to the waiting room. I’m assuming that’s where Mike is?”

“He and Caroline had to bring their son, so I think Mike’s in there, getting him back to sleep.” Anna stretched up and kissed her husband. “I’ll see you soon.”

Only a few minutes later, Anna came back to take Steve into surgery. Jessica went out to talk to Mike.

She found him and her Dad sitting in the waiting room with cups of coffee. She told him about finding Steve and what he had told her.

“The information he had is in a manila envelope that Tori promised to hold for me. He said it was proof that some of his partners were dirty. And he keeps saying he needs to get to Washington.”

“Can we look at what he has?” Mike asked.

“Would it make a difference in reporting his wound?”

“I might be able to hold off for a couple of days,” Mike said. “You know, things get mislaid sometimes.”

Brett nodded. “That works for me.”

“Okay. But we should wait until morning before we call Tori. She should get a little more sleep,” Jessica said.

“How about you?” her father asked. “Don’t you need some sleep?”

“Yes,” Jessica agreed, “but I’ll have to wait until I’m sure Steve is all right.” She turned back to Mike. “Is it okay if we use the apartment over the sheriff’s office? He seems to think these guys will come after him.”

“Yeah. I’ve got the key. You want to run over now and look at it? Maybe unload some of your things?”

“Wait a minute!” her father protested. “I don’t want Jess staying there if there’s going to be any danger. And she shouldn’t be alone with the guy, anyway!”

Jessica was waiting for that response. “Daddy, I’m not your little girl anymore. I’m all grown up.”

“Not that grown up!”

“I lived in L.A. by myself. And besides, I promised Steve I’d be beside him all the way.”

Mike intervened. “I’m sorry, Brett, but if it’s not Jess, than it will have to be Anna.”

Her father looked at her as if he’d been caught in a nasty trap.

“I’ll be fine, Daddy.” She took his silence for approval and turned to Mike. “Let’s hurry and get the apartment ready so we can get back before they finish the surgery.” Already she felt an odd sensation at being separated from Steve.

She recognized it as loneliness.

IT WAS A LITTLE AFTER FIVE in the morning when Mike and Brett carried Steve up the stairs to the bed Jessica had gotten ready for him.

She stood anxiously at the top of the stairs, knowing Steve was probably in some pain. But she had some pills Caroline had sent to ease his pain, to help him sleep. She would have to start his IV. Thankfully, her mother was following the threesome up the stairs to show her exactly what to do.

When they put Steve in the king-size bed and Jessica pulled the cover over him, she saw him relax. She looked at her mother. “Did they get the bullet out?”

“Yes, and Mike kept it as evidence. Steve is going to be fine. He’ll be on an antibiotic drip for three or four days and will need to stay in bed, except for trips to the bathroom. I’ll show you how to start the drip.”

Jessica drew a deep breath. For a role in Hollywood she’d acted as a nurse, but it hadn’t been real. She hoped she could do what was needed.

After watching her mother insert the connection into the needle in his hand, Jessica realized her job would be easy. “Thanks, Mom. How long will it last?”

“I think three hours. An alarm will sound to let you know. If it’s not changed at once, it will still be all right. Just do it as soon as possible. We have to keep the antibiotics going to be sure there’s no infection.”

“Okay. So, it’s all right if I sleep in between?”

“Yes, of course, dear. In fact, I can stay and keep an eye on him if you’re not comfortable—”

“No! No, I can take care of him.”

“We do need you to stay awake until you talk to Tori and tell her to bring that manila envelope to me on her way to work,” Mike said. “Can you do that?”

“Yes. Uh, how early does she get up?”

“Jon said she gets up at seven. That’s only a couple of hours from now. Then you can sleep all day. I promise I won’t do anything until I’ve looked at the evidence and talked to Steve. Jon and Caroline said he should be able to talk in the morning.”

“Thanks, Mike. And you, too, Dad, for getting him here. I’ll try to explain everything to him.”

“All right, honey, but we wish you’d come home.”

“Dad, we’ve already been through this. I don’t want to bring any trouble with me. We’ll be fine. And after Steve has settled everything, I’ll come home.” She hugged her mother and father and Mike, too. Then she watched them go down the stairs.

She was finally alone with Steve again.

Only he was asleep and she wished she was.

Determined to stay awake to talk to Tori, she went into the kitchen and searched for something to eat. Mike had brought some food from his kitchen until the stores opened.

She made herself a cup of hot chocolate and stared out the window at the street below. People rose early in Rawhide, which was quite different from Hollywood.