Kiss Me, Kill Me. Maggie Shayne

Sam told her.

      “Thank God.” She sent Carrie a hopeful look. “Take good care of him, Doc-O.”

      “You bet I will. His parents are over there,” she said, pointing. They’d been on their way to the refreshment stand when they got the word that something had happened to their son, and they were still making their way to the field. Carrie gave the worried pair an encouraging wave. “Tell them to follow us to the hospital, and that I’m just taking precautions, okay?”

      “Sure, Carrie,” Sadie replied.

      Carrie spotted the hippie, still standing nearby. “Give that guy the keys, Sam. He’s driving.”

      Sam nodded, then tossed the stranger the keys. He caught them easily.

      “Go easy on my wheels, bro,” Sam said, and then made a fist and gave the stranger a knuckle bump.

      The man looked a little puzzled, not by the knuckle bump, but by Sam’s words. Still, he closed the back hatch after Carrie climbed inside, then moved around to get behind the wheel.

      Gabe felt as if he’d stepped into some kind of alternate dimension. He was driving a forty-thousand-dollar vehicle that apparently belonged to a teenage kid. There was a beautiful woman in the back who was, by all appearances, exactly the opposite of his type in every imaginable way, and yet he was attracted to her. How could he not be? She was confident, capable—if a bit bossy—and completely comfortable with herself.

      He had come to this small New England town in search of a sixteen-year-old who might be his own child—only to immediately learn that just such a kid was missing and a presumed runaway, and now another one was having a serious medical crisis right before his eyes.

      Not that the posters of Kyle Becker bore any resemblance to anyone in his family. If you could call it a family. Nor did the kid in the back. Hell, the gorgeous lady doctor’s apparently spoiled son looked more like him than any teenager he’d glimpsed so far.

      Yeah, right, and was he going to get all worked up over every sixteen-year-old kid in Shadow Falls, male or female, who bore a slight resemblance to himself? That would be useless. He’d come to this town to talk to the professor who’d been living as Livvy—scratch that, as Olivia Dupree—all this time. His Livvy had almost never used her full first name. He was here to see what the professor knew, not to stalk teenagers. Since the good professor was out of town, he would just have to wait and bide his time.

      Gabe lived his life by a certain code, and while it wasn’t one that most people would agree with or even understand, it worked for him. He believed thinking positively would bring positive experiences. He believed being kind to others would bring kindness into his own life. He believed that what was meant to happen tended to happen—if you didn’t go around trying to force it. Trying to force things to happen usually only managed to get in their way instead. Pushing too hard would prevent the very thing you were pushing for. He’d seen it happen time and time again.

      If he was meant to find Livvy’s baby—her teenager now, and maybe his own son or daughter—then all he needed to do was relax about it, and keep his eyes and ears open.

      And yet he couldn’t help but feel an inordinate amount of worry for the injured kid, and even more for the missing one. More than he would have a few weeks ago, before he’d read the news that had convinced him he might have a child around here somewhere.

      He could imagine how those parents must feel about now. He knew how he had felt, after learning that the girl he’d lived with for eight months more than sixteen years ago had been killed only six months after she’d left him. And that she’d given birth not long before her own life had ended. And that no one knew what had become of the baby.

      It was like grieving for the loss of something he’d never had.

      Or crying, he thought. Yeah, crying over something he never knew he had. Damn, that was a good line. He needed to write that down.

      “When you hit Main Street, take a left,” the lady doctor called.

      Gabe looked back at her. She had a cell phone to her ear and was muttering stuff about “the patient” to whoever was on the other end. Someone at the hospital, he presumed. Looking at her, he got that tight feeling in his belly that always made him nervous as hell. He didn’t like being nervous. It wasn’t his natural state. “Got it,” he said. He took the left, then said, “How far to the hospital?”

      “Ten minutes if the traffic’s bad. Five if it’s good. And by traffic, I mean kids on bikes, tourists on foot and the occasional misbehaving bovine. It’s actually only 3.1 miles, but that’s as the crow flies. Still, it would have taken longer to wait for one of the volunteer firefighters to get back to town and drive the ambulance out there than to drive him ourselves, so—”

      “Do you always answer a four-word question with a forty-word reply?”

      She frowned, lifting her head to meet his eyes in the rearview mirror. “It was a five-word question.”

      “I stand corrected. Still—” He broke off when he heard motion, and glanced back to see the boy twisting and thrashing.

      “Should I pull over? You need a hand?”

      “I’ll let you know.” She leaned over the boy, and her hair, which was pulled back in a long, red and curly ponytail, leaned over with her. “Take it easy, Marty,” she said. “You’re okay. You just had a particularly stubborn asthma attack, but you’re just fine. You have to try to relax, though. Relax and breathe slowly.”

      Her voice was like silk, Gabe thought. Soft and comforting, while still managing to be firm and strong. A patient wouldn’t be likely to argue with a voice like that.

      “Right at the next light,” she said.

      “What?” He was totally off track. “Oh. Got it. I see the signs now, anyway.”

      “Good. When you see the hospital on the right, go to the second driveway. That takes you right to the E.R.”

      “Okay.”

      “Easy, Marty. We’re almost there.”

      “Doc?” The kid’s voice was slurred. “Doc-O?”

      “Yeah, it’s me.”

      “Am I real bad, then? I am, ain’t I?”

      “Your grammar is in critical condition, but your body is fine.”

      “It is? I think I hit my head.”

      “I’ll take a look, but your head is the hardest part of you, kid.”

      The young man laughed softly, and Gabe found himself smiling behind the wheel even as he turned and drove around to the E.R., stopping right in front of the double doors.

      The doors opened, and two men with a gurney between them came straight to the back of the SUV. They didn’t do a double take when they saw the huge limited edition Ford, so Gabe assumed they were used to seeing it.

      He didn’t like flashy cars. He didn’t usually like the people who drove them, either. And yet he found himself enjoying both this car and the woman inside it.

      She got out, and started to follow the gurney and her patient inside, but at the last minute she glanced over her shoulder at him. “You can park it and wait, or take it back to the soccer match. Thanks for the help.”

      “You’re welcome.” She was gone before he could add, “I’m Gabe, by the way.”

      Not that she probably gave two hoots what his name was.

      However, it occurred to him that if anyone knew about the population of Shadow Falls, teenagers included, it would be the local doctor. And depending on how long she’d been there, she might know even more than that.

      Carrie emerged from the treatment room and was met in the doorway by Marty’s parents. “He’s fine. I promise,” she said.

      Janine