Free Gecko by Ken Douglas Page B

care?”
    “ He’s okay. He was shot, remember? It’s standard procedure.”
    “ Can I see him?”
    “ Sure, down the hall, turn left. Follow the signs.”
    “ Thanks.” He started to go.
    “ Hugh Washington,” she said.
    He turned. “Yes?”
    “ After you catch your killer, come back and buy me dinner. Okay?”
    “ Count on it.”
     
     
    He went through the swinging doors of the ICU and approached the nurse’s station.
    “ I’m looking for Ron Walker,” he asked the nurse on duty.
    “ Five-eleven, that way.” She pointed. “You’ll have to wait, only two visitors at a time. He’s already one over.”
    “ Is it okay if I go in now?” He showed her his badge.
    “ Five-eleven, that way.” She pointed again. “I’m sorry. You look more like a patient than you do a policeman.”
    “ I feel more like a patient,” he said. Then added. “How is he?”
    “ He’ll be out of ICU tonight.”
    “ That’s good.”
    “ But his arm will never be the same.”
    “ Oh no.”
    “ He was lucky,” she said.
    “ I hope he sees it that way.”
    “ I think he does. He’s taking it very well.”
    “ Thanks for telling me.” He returned her smile, then pointed, “Five-eleven, that way.”
    “ That’s right.” She pointed for the third time.
    He followed her finger and found Walker in his room, an IV in his arm, feeding him a clear, gluey looking substance.
    “ They’ve got you hooked up like an astronaut,” he said, looking at the monitors.
    “ Yeah,” Walker said. “I keep checking the heart rate to make sure I’m still alive.”
    “ I’m Hugh Washington,” he said to the pretty woman and the two young girls. “You must be the lovely Carol I’ve heard so much about.” Smiling at the two girls, he added, “And you two pretty ladies must be Denise and Dianne.”
    “ We meet at last,” Carol Walker said. “I only wish it could have been under better circumstances.”
    “ I’m sorry I got him into this,” Washington said. “It was my fault. I was pigheaded and bent the rules and this is the result.”
    “ It’s not your fault. You didn’t put a gun to Ron’s head. It’s just bad luck. You pay your money and you take your chances.”
    “ Honey, could I talk to Hugh alone for a few minutes?”
    “ Come on girls, let’s see if we can find the cafeteria.” She kissed her husband. “We’ll be back in about forty-five minutes.”
    “ Thanks,” Walker said.
    “ I love you,” she said, leading the girls out of the room.
    “ I love you too,” he called after her.
    “ I’m sorry it wound up this way, Walker,” Washington said after she was gone. “I really didn’t count on Monday being a killer. Go figure.”
    “ He’s not. I know it. Not him.”
    “ You heard about what happened?”
    “ I know Monday escaped. That a cop and two lawyers are dead, but I still don’t think he’s a killer,” Walker said.
    “ Rich guy like that, hard for me to believe, but everything seems to be pointing to him.”
    “ You said yourself that it looked like whoever killed Askew was waiting, that you thought it was murder.”
    “ I could have been wrong.”
    “ Not you.”
    “ Even I make mistakes.”
    “ Then what about those shots in the alley?”
    “ Could be coincidence.”
    “ And the Pope could be a Methodist, but he’s not.”
    “ Look, Walker, I know you admire the guy.”
    “ I don’t admire him, I respect him and everything I’ve learned about him tells me he wouldn’t kill anyone. Not unless he had a very good reason.”
    “ Maybe he had a reason,” Washington said.
    “ Not for killing a cop to escape from city jail.”
    “ Maybe getting out of jail was all the reason he needed.”
    “ The man spent four years in a North Vietnamese POW camp and he didn’t crack. A few days in our jail would be like the Hilton to him and you don’t kill to get out of the Hilton.”
    “ People change.”
    “ You’re forgetting that he didn’t have to be there. He asked for