بخش 05 - فصل 43

43 Hodges awakens in a hospital room, surprised to find himself still alive but not at all surprised to see his old partner

sitting at his bedside. His first thought is that Pete–holloweyed, needing a shave, the points of his collar turning up so they almost poke his throat –looks worse than Hodges feels. His second thought is for Jerome and Holly. “Did they stop it?” he rasps. His throat is bone-dry. He tries to sit up. The machines surrounding him begin to beep

and scold. He lies back down, but his eyes never leave Pete Huntley’s face. “Did they?” “They did,” Pete says. “The woman says her name is Holly Gibney, but I think she’s really Sheena, Queen of the Jungle. That guy, the perp–” “The perk,” Hodges says. “He thinks of himself as the perk.”

“Right now he doesn’t think of himself as anything, and the doctors say his thinking days are probably over for good. Gibney belted the living shit out of him. He’s in a deep coma. Minimal brain function. When you get on your feet again, you can visit him, if you want. He’s three doors down.” “Where am I? County?”

“Kiner. The ICU.” “Where are Jerome and Holly?” “Downtown. Answering a shitload of questions. Meanwhile, Sheena’s mother is running around and threatening her own murderspree if we don’t stop harassing her daughter.” A nurse comes in and tells Pete he’ll have to leave. She

says something about Mr. Hodges’s vital signs and doctor’s orders. Hodges holds up his hand to her, although it’s an effort. “Jerome’s a minor and Holly’s got . . . issues. This is all on me, Pete.” “Oh, we know that,” Pete says. “Yes indeed. This gives a whole new meaning to going off the reservation. What in

God’s name did you think you were doing, Billy?” “The best I could,” he says, and closes his eyes. He drifts. He thinks of all those young voices, singing along with the band. They got home. They’re okay. He holds that thought until sleep takes him under.