Pistol Poets by Victor Gischler

Author:Victor Gischler [Gischler, Victor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: det_crime
ISBN: 0-385-33724-8 / 978-0-385-33724-3
Publisher: Delacorte Press
Published: 2004-03-18T05:00:00+00:00

Back at the house, Ginny already had her blouse off before Morgan could decide to protest or not. He didn’t want her. He felt guilty about not writing, and he was full of pizza.

He was, however, beginning to develop some sort of friendly feeling toward her, like for a distant niece or a cat. But he didn’t want to sleep with her again, not now. It just wasn’t in him. Even when she stripped completely, running her stiff fingers down between her furry folds, he couldn’t quite imagine taking her in broad daylight after a heavy meal. It had been different during the driving rainstorm. Or maybe it was different now. Maybe everything was changing. Maybe he’d changed.

The phone rang.

She’d already slipped into his bed. “Let it ring.”

“It might be important.” He grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Is this Jay Morgan?” A woman’s voice.

“Yes.”

“This is Nurse Benneton at County General Hospital. We have a Louis Reams here. He’s been injured, and he listed you as a contact name. Can you possibly come down and pick him up?”

“He listed me?”

“Yes, sir. Can you come down in the next twenty minutes or so?”

“But why would he list me?”

A pause. “Sir?”

“I don’t want to pick him up.”

Another pause. “He really shouldn’t drive himself.”

“How bad is he? What happened?”

“I’m afraid I can’t release patient-”

“But you called me to pick him up, right? Doesn’t that entitle me to know what happened?”

Ginny came to the bedroom doorway, holding a sheet over her but failing to cover up any of the important parts. She mouthed the words “what’s wrong?”

Morgan waved her quiet. To the nurse he said, “Never mind. I’ll be down as soon as I can.” He hung up.

Ginny asked, “What is it?”

“I have to pick up a friend from the hospital,” Morgan said. “Sorry, but I have to go.”

“Is he hurt bad?”

“I’m sure he’s okay,” Morgan said.

“I’ll wait here for you,” Ginny said.

Morgan sighed. “Sure.” He closed the door behind him.

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