Chasing the dime by Michael Connelly

Author:Michael Connelly
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery & Detective - General, Detective, Police Procedural, Suspense fiction, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Women - Crimes against, Fiction - Mystery, Escort services, General, Telephone answering and recording apparatus, Los Angeles (Calif.), Mystery fiction, Prostitutes, Sex-oriented businesses, Thrillers, Suspense, Fiction, Women
ISBN: 9780446611626
Publisher: Warner Vision Books
Published: 2003-09-01T22:11:39.221000+00:00

He suddenly remembered he needed to warn her.

"How long have I been here?"

"A couple hours."

"Gi' me your phone. I've got to phone her."

"I've been calling that number every ten minutes. I was just calling when you woke up. I keep getting voice mail."

He closed his eyes. He wondered if she had gotten his message and gotten out of there and away from Wentz.

"Le' me see your phone anyway."

"Let me do it. You probably shouldn't be moving around too much. Who do you want to call?"

He gave her the number for his voice mail and then the pass code number. She didn't seem to attach any significance to it.

"You've got eight messages."

"Any that are for Lilly just erase. Don't listen."

That was all of them except for one message which Nicole said he should listen to. She turned up the phone and held it out so he could listen when she replayed it. It was Cody Zeller's voice.

"Hey, Einstein, I've got some stuff for you on that thing you asked about. So give me a buzz and we'll talk. Later, dude."

Pierce erased the message and handed back the phone.

"Was that Cody?" Nicole asked.

Yes.

"I thought so. Why does he still call you that? It's so high school." " 'ollege, actually."

It hurt to say "college" but not as badly as he thought it would.

"What was he talking about?"

"Nothing. He was doing some online stuff for me."

He almost started telling her about it and everything else. But before he could put the words together a man in a lab coat came through the door. He had a clipboard. He was in his late fifties with silver hair and a matching beard.

"This is Dr. Hansen," Nicole said.

"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.

He leaned over the bed and used his hand on Pierce's jaw to turn his face slightly.

"Only hurts when I breathe. Or talk. Or when somebody does that."

Hansen let go of his jaw. He used a penlight to study Pierce's pupils.

"Well, you've got some pretty substantial injuries here. You have a grade-two concussion and six stitches in your scalp."

Pierce hadn't even remembered that injury. It must have come when he hit the outside wall of the building.

"The concussion is the cause of the loginess you may be feeling and any headache discomfort. Let's see, what else? You have a pulmonary contusion, a deep shoulder contusion; you've got two fractured ribs and, of course, the broken nose. The lacerations on your nose and surrounding your eye are going to require plastic surgery to properly close without permanent scarring. I can get somebody in here tonight to do that, depending on the swelling, or if you have a personal surgeon, then you can contact him."

Pierce shook his head. He knew there were many people in this town who kept personal plastic surgeons on call. But he wasn't one of them.

"Whoever you can get.. ."

Henry," Nicole said. "This is your face you're talking about. I think you should get the best possible surgeon you can."

I think I can get you a very good one," Hansen said.

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