Deadly Stillwater (47 page)

“I’ve got some ideas on how to deal with all that,” Mac responded.

“The chief thought you might and I was hoping you would,” the mayor answered with a tired smile. “I’m all ears.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Mac said confidently. “We have Burton and the bureau by the short hairs. I think we’ll be able to make them see that.”

The mayor smiled. “Good. We’ve been on opposite sides long enough. I’d like to see us on the same side.”

“Let’s get together in the next day or two and talk that through.”

“Fair enough, the mayor answered, pushing himself out of the chair. Once again he extended his hand, which Mac took without hesitation. He walked over to Sally and extended a hand to her as well. “Ms. Kennedy, I know you helped out quite a bit as well. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“Help this guy get better,” the mayor said, pointing at Mac. “We’re going to need him.”

“I will. Thank you.”

The mayor looked back at Mac, smiled one more time and walked out of the room.

“Well, how about that?” Sally said, shocked. “Do you think he meant it?”

“We’ll see,” Mac answered, always more interested in action than words. “He’s a politician, so I take anything a politician says with a grain of salt. But he seemed genuinely contrite and his apology seemed heartfelt. Time will tell.”

Sally came over to the side of his bed and sat down and looked him in the eye.

“What?”

“I want to say something,” Sally said smiling and then she pecked him on the lips.

“What?”

“I loved watching you in action the last twenty-four hours. You’re gifted, honey. You really are. You would have been a great attorney, the way you see and perceive things. You’d have been a great trial lawyer. But as a cop, as a detective, you’re doing what you were born to do. You’re doing what you
should
be doing. I wouldn’t want you to do anything else.”

Mac returned the smile now. It always hurt him that his ex-wife thought what he did was beneath him and most certainly her. She never appreciated the sacrifice of the job or the ability required to do it. But now he was with someone who loved him and was proud of him. It felt good, as good as anything he’d done over the last four days. He pushed himself up and kissed her on the lips and hugged her.

“God, I need a vacation.”

“Now would be a good time,” she answered quietly, her head buried in his chest.

The door to his hospital room blew open and the boys, Uncle Shamus, Peters, Summer Plantagenate, the chief, and Lyman all came barreling in. Lich, of course, didn’t miss a beat.

“God, it looks like the fuckin’ Hallmark Channel in here. You two arm in arm, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. I think I’m going to get all teary eyed,” his partner said as he pulled out a hankie and mockingly dabbed at his eyes.

Mac pushed himself out of bed. The chief came up and gave Mac a big bear hug, “Well
done
, boyo. Well done.”

“I’ve told this to all of these guys,” Lyman said, waving his cane toward Lich, Riles, and Rock. “Anything you ever need. Anything, you just tell me. It’s yours.” The lawyer pumped Mac’s arm vehemently in a handshake. “I meant it. Thank you, thank you,
thank you
, Michael.”

“Well Lyman, let me tell you about my boat.” Everyone burst out in laughter.

“Done!” Lyman exclaimed.

Mac turned serious. “How’s Shannon doing?”

“I think she’ll be okay. You boys got to her just in time.”

“Can she have visitors?” Lich asked.

“She’s pretty beat. I think she’ll be able to handle visitors tomorrow, and I want all you boys here. I know she’ll want to thank you.”

“How’s Carrie, Chief?” Mac asked.

“Fine, just fine Mac. She asked me to bring you up, all of you up.”

“Let’s go then.”

Carrie Flanagan indeed looked fine, at least physically. It would be the mental part that would be the problem. No doubt she’d have nightmares for awhile. Two days in the coffin – the term she used for it – would do that. She was already talking about the need for counseling as if she was looking forward to it, ready to put the whole thing behind her. After half an hour, she started to look tired, so everyone began to file out. She asked Mac to stay behind.

“I told Shannon you’d be coming,” Carrie said.

Mac just nodded.

“I told her you and the boys would never give up. You’d keep looking until you found us, that you would do anything to find us.”

“That’s right.”

“And you did.”

“We all did.”

“Will there be trouble? I heard something about the FBI guy.”

That’s nothing for you to worry about, honey,” Mac said, smiling, and then converting it to an evil grin. “We’ve got the bureau by the short hairs.”

“Thanks,” Carrie said, sitting up to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”

Mac smiled as she lay back down. He pushed her hair away from her eyes. “You get some rest. I’ll come by and see you again tomorrow.”

Carrie nodded and rested her head back on her pillow.

Mac grabbed his cane and limped out of the room to find the whole crew waiting in the hallway. “So, what’s next?” he asked, a huge grin on his face.

“Is it too early to celebrate?” Lich asked.

“I tell you what it’s too early for!” Riles answered.

“What’s that?”

“Stupid questions,” Riles answered as he smacked Lich in the back of the head. “Is it too early to celebrate? Cripes, what’s a matter with you?”

“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” Mac exclaimed. “I say we go to the Pub.”

“Who’s buying?” Rock asked.

“Lyman,” Mac answered smiling, putting his arm around Hisle. “You just said anything we need right?”

“That’s right.”

“Well right now, my friend, I need a bloody mary.”

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