My Kind of Town
>> Queen's Medical Center What kine cop
is that?Serena Kawainui gasped loudly and clutched at her stomach. "Call a nurse! Please! It's the baby! I don't wanna lose it!" And then she screamed. The world's oldest nurse call. A moment later, two nurses burst through the door.
"Help me!" Serena cried as she felt the new life inside her spilling away. She squeezed her legs together, but it was no use.
The nurses hurried to Serena's side, and HPD Detective Sherlock Gomes saw the white sheets beneath Serena turning red. He looked away.
"Please!"
But there was nothing they could do. "You lost it, honey," one of the nurses said, checking the bloody sheet. "I'm sorry."
Serena began to cry. "You m-m-mean a m-m-miscarriage?"
"Sir, we'll have to ask you to leave now," one of the nurses said.
"Sure," Gomes replied. He turned, started to leave, stopped at the door.
"One more thing." He walked to Serena's side, took one of her hands in his, leaned down close to her heavily bandaged face. "You have a friend," he said softly, "in me. And I know the senator pretty well. Seems to me he owes you something. I'll talk with him."
"Sir, you really do need to go now."
"I'll talk with you tomorrow, Serena."
What the hell kine cop is that, Serena thought.
>> "I love you, Quinn," Lily Ah Sun whispered into the ear of her cousin Quinn, still knocked out after surgery to repair the bullet wound to his right thigh.
She kissed his lips, felt Quinn lightly squeeze her hand.
"Oh my God!" she heard from behind. "Who are you?!"
A woman stood in the doorway with poofy hair, mega makeup, about 10 pounds of Hawaiian heirloom bracelets on each wrist and a clingy V-neck sweater that was losing cleavage by the second.
"No," Lily said, claiming Quinn as her own. "Who are you? In fact, you're not supposed to be here. This is supposed to be family only."
"Gwen Rossellovitch. I work with Quinn," the woman said, showed her HPD identification. "They let me through."
Lily stood protectively, keeping herself between Quinn and this hoochie mama. She must be the one from dispatch who Quinn said had the hots for him and was always making lewd suggestions about what he could do to various parts of her anatomy. Thank God Lily was here. Who knows what Ms. Gwen Rossellobitch might have done to Quinn when he was unconscious!
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