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Chapter 11: Not My Hands

He was still in trauma bay two when I walked in at seven.

The night attending had him intubated. Two units of blood hung on the pole. His face was so swollen I only knew him by the nose.

It was still bent to the left.

"Thirty-nine-year-old male, assault with a blunt object," the resident said. "Skull fracture, left arm broken in two places, ruptured spleen. The OR's ready in ten."

"I've got him," I said.

My hands knew what to do. They always did.

I checked his pupils. I listened to his chest. I pressed on his belly and felt it hard as a board.

I had held him against a wall in my head for five years.

Now I was holding his life in my hands, and I did my job.

They wheeled him up to surgery at 7:14.

When I came out of the bay, two detectives were waiting by the nurses' station.

A woman with short gray hair and a man with a coffee.

"Dr. Ames," the woman said. "Or is it Mrs. Marchese?"

"Depends who's asking."

"NYPD. We'd like a few minutes."

My charge nurse stopped what she was doing and leaned on the counter beside me, arms folded.

"She's got patients," she said.

"It won't take long." The man with the coffee looked at me. "The victim was seen getting into a black Escalade on Court Street last Wednesday afternoon. The car's registered to a Marchese company."

"And?"

"And the last call on his phone, Sunday night, ten forty, was from your husband's cell."

I didn't let my face move.

"Do you know why your husband would be calling a car thief from Sheepshead Bay on a Sunday night, Doctor?"

"Ask my husband."

"We are. At nine." The woman tilted her head. "We understand you knew the victim too. Five years ago."

That one I hadn't expected.

The police report. Somebody had pulled my sealed police report.

"Am I under arrest?" I asked.

"No."

"Then I've got a man with a crushed hand in bay four. Excuse me."

I walked away.

My hands didn't start shaking until I was inside the supply closet with the door shut.

Ten forty on Sunday night.

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