Free No Way Out by Joel Goldman Page B

that?”
    “Yeah. All of that.”
    “Not yet.”
    “What happened?”
    “I came to visit Frank. I wanted to see for myself that he was okay. It’s not that I’m sorry I shot him. He didn’t give me a choice. But I am sorry in another way, even if he did kill Marie. Does that make any sense?”
    It was the same thing she’d told me earlier in the day. She’d keep asking herself and anyone else who would listen the same questions until it did make sense or she could live with the possibility that it never would.
    “It makes perfect sense to me because I’ve been there.”
    “You’ve shot people?”
    “A few.”
    She hesitated. “Any of them die?”
    “Some.”
    “And you’re okay with that?” she asked.
    “I am. What about Grandma Lilly? She’s the one who made sure you knew how to use that gun. What does she have to say on the subject?”
    “Her mother, my great-grandmother, was shot to death. Grandma was fifteen. She saw the whole thing and says she never got over it.”
    “It’s not about getting over it. It’s about what you do with the experience. Your Grandma didn’t want you to end up like her mother. If she hadn’t taught you that lesson, you could have ended up like Marie.”
    “Maybe, or maybe Frank would have just run off and left us all there and I wouldn’t have shot him and he wouldn’t be dead.”
    “But that’s not what happened. I’m more interested in what happened tonight.”
    “When I got to Frank’s floor, a nurse told me I couldn’t see him, so I asked to talk to that nurse I told you about who’s a friend of my mother and she said no way and got real pissy and we got into it and the next thing I know we’re both screaming at each other, she’s calling security, and the cop guarding Frank’s room comes running over. When security finally showed up, the cop went back to Frank’s room. Next thing I know, he comes running out yelling to call a doctor because Frank’s been shot.”
    I understood why Carter wouldn’t let her leave. Intentionally or not, she’d created a disturbance that left Frank Crenshaw unprotected long enough for his killer to finish what she had started.
    “Have you told Carter anything? Answered any questions?”
    “He asked me what I was doing at the hospital, and I told him I just wanted to see how Frank was doing and then me and the nurse got into it and she called security. That’s when he gave me a look like I don’t think so and put me in an office and told one of the cops to make sure I stayed there. I didn’t know what to do, so I called you.”
    “Okay. Don’t answer any more questions. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    “I don’t get it. I didn’t do anything wrong. I just wanted to see Frank.”
    “No good deed goes unpunished.”
    I hung up and looked at Joy. She’d put her book in her lap and was staring at me, expectant, biting her tongue.
    “How’d she get our number?”
    “I gave her a business card today. It’s got the office number and my home and cell. I have to go,” I said, telling her what had happened.
    “No, you don’t. She needs a lawyer, not a retired FBI agent.”
    “She needs someone who knows how to handle something like this.”
    “You’re not the only one who does.”
    “I’m the only one she knows who does.”
    “It’s late. You’re tired. You shook most of the evening until you fell asleep in your chair ten minutes ago. You’re in no shape to drive, and what good will you do her if you show up shaking so bad that you can’t stand up?”
    She was right about the driving and could turn out to be right about the shaking. I was pretty good at scheduling my life to manage my symptoms but lousy at scheduling the lives of other people. Roni hadn’t asked me to save her, just help her. I could shake and do that. It was simple multitasking. Like walking and chewing gum.
    “I’ll call Lucy.”
    She sighed and stood. “No, you won’t. I’ll take you.”
    “Why? You don’t even want me