Chapter Six
City Lady Country Killer
The service elevator was original to the building, a mesh cage that moved in hiccups. I counted doors as they passed. I could hear the rain pelting the side of the building. It sounded like hail.
I had never moved so slow. I considered getting off and finding the stairs but I knew thirty floors would kick my ass.
Something in my pants began to shake. I stared at my leg. Was I really shaking? It wasn’t the first time I had a gun pointed under my chin. I half expected there to be a callous there. Maybe it was Ramone’s eyes, and their promise that he would kill.
Then I realized it wasn’t my leg. It was Rita’s phone.
I answered.
“Hello, sir?” a woman asked, “this is Head Nurse Becky, from Lord of Mercy Hospital. Is this David York?”
“Yes,” I said, in a high-pitched voice. The nurse was silent for a second.
“Mrs. York has been taken to surgery.”
“Men are coming to kill her.”
“I don’t appreciate your tone, sir.”
“Get security to watch over that woman. They’re coming for her, damn it!”
“That’s no way to talk-”
“She is in danger.”
“That woman- look, sir, Rita York is in surgery. It’s a closed room with the doctor and his staff. Nobody is getting in.”
“Have someone watch the door. Please.”
“I’ll have security stop by.”
I hung up the phone. I used the app to chart a course to the hospital. It was a thirty-minute walk. I could run it in eight.
I retied my boots.