Deadly Ancestors: A Bernadette Callahan Mystery (Bernadette Callahan Detective Series Book 5) by Lyle Nicholson

Author:Lyle Nicholson [Nicholson, Lyle]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Red Cullian Publishing
Published: 2020-03-10T16:00:00+00:00

Bernadette made it to the hospital twenty minutes later. She hoped Chris might be out of his drugged state, but also wanted to just lie beside him and sleep for a while.

When she found him in his room he was sitting up in bed.

“Hey, sweetie. You look good,” she said as she bent down to kiss him.

Chris made an attempt at a weak smile. “Yeah, for a guy who let a killer close enough to shoot him.”

She squeezed his hand. It felt a bit cold. Taking his big hand between both of hers she kissed his hand and rested it on the side of her face.

“How could you see him? A hospital staffer said he came at you from behind a food cart. Not exactly a fair fight. You did put a bullet in him. And anyways, Father Dominic isn’t dead. He only got grazed again, which I’m sure isn’t doing his poor old skull any good, but he’s fine.”

“Father Dominic is okay?”

“Yeah, we wanted to keep it a secret. Well, I wanted to. I needed to see if Cahal would do anything.”

Chris blew out a breath. “You still don’t trust him, do you?”

“Not after what he just did,” Bernadette said. She filled him in on recent events and watched his eyes widen as he learned what the Irish uncle had done to Harvey and Sprocket.

“That son of a bitch. I’ll rip him apart. And to think, I was going to give him my recipe for my Irish stew,” Chris said. He grabbed at his chest for a second as the pain shot through him from his collapsed lung.

“Hey, take it easy my darling. Don’t get riled up, we’ll find him. You rest up, get better, and we’ll get you home.”

Chris lay back on the bed and let his breathing and lungs go back to normal.

“I’m thinking you need to call my mother,” Chris said.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Chris said taking her hand. “If detachment human resources decide to pick up the phone and call her, we’re screwed. You know she’d be on a plane out here in a day.”

“Why would human resources call her—wait, I know, you didn’t put me down as emergency contact on your sign in form?”

Chris lowered his eyes. “You know how I am with paperwork. I forgot.”

“Oh crap. You’re right. I do have to call her. But she hates me.”

“She dislikes all xenos, you know, her word for foreigners.”

“And what’s the word for a Cree slash Irish mix detective who has mesmerized her only son with her charms?”

Chris winced slightly. “You don’t want to know that word. But she may have softened up a bit. I called her before I left for work this morning. We had a little conversation about our heritage.”

“You told her you found out you’re Jewish and now you want me to walk into the mix of this. She must be madder than a bear with a sore head.”

Chris moved slightly with the pain in his ribs. “She was a bit vocal.”

“Explain vocal.”

“She told me I should let the past stay in the past.

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