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Chapter Sixty-Two

Billy Dee winced as he put on his shirt. Jesus he could use some more pain- killers. He looked over at the doctor who was busy filling out papers. Probably his discharge forms.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, “somehow I went into a diabetic shock after Majuski left.”

The doctor nodded. “Yeah you were almost gone. Nurse Callen found the antidote in time.”

“Well thank her for me.”

“She’ll be back with Mr. McNulty. You can thank her yourself.”

Billy Dee went over to a chair where his personal belongings were in a plastic bag. He dressed. The socks and shoes posed a challenge, as he had to bend. He grit his teeth, and finished. He stood and put his hands in his pants pockets. “Hey Doc, what did you do with my phone?”

The doctor turned from his desk. “You’ll have to ask Callen. She may have locked it with your gun.”

“Sure, no problem.”

The doctor handed him a clipboard with multiple forms attached. “After you read it, sign by the ‘x’.”

He skimmed over the pages and signed in several places. “I tell you this,” he looked up, “police work is all about doin’ the paper and it’s for shit. We spend more time on this crap than we do catching bad guys.”

The doctor took the papers from him and dropped them on his desk. “Yeah, the irony is with all this documentation we actually expose ourselves to more liability,” the doctor sighed, “but it’s the way of the world in our attempt to protect all from everything.”

“I hear you Doc.”

Callen poked her head inside the room. “Mr. I mean Officer Jackson I still think you shouldn’t…”

“Too late, Billy Dee said, “I already signed my discharge. “Thank you for everything you did.”

She blushed. “Ah, well I’m thankful too.” She played with the end of her stethoscope. “Mr. McNulty will be here in a minute or two. It’s important you talk to him.”

He glanced at his watch. “Sure, but…” he let out a frustrated breath. “Oh, while we’re waiting where’s my phone?”

She took a step toward the plastic bag that was on the chair. “It should be in there.” She picked it up. The bag was empty. “I don’t get it. I put it there myself.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, after you passed out, we brought you to the emergency room and I took your phone, and your clothes and bagged them. I then hung the bag in the closet.

McNulty came into the room. “Sorry for the wait. I ran downstairs in the hope I would find Majuski. The security guard and information person weren’t helpful. I’ve alerted the staff in case he’s still in the building, but we don’t know. The cops upstairs are busy working on the other case. A sergeant or officer in a white shirt said he’d come by.”

“Okay, this situation has gone from bad to real bad. The son-of-a-bitch took my phone. I don’t know why or what it means but it can’t be good. I need to call my wife and my captain. God only knows what they’re thinking.”

McNulty reached into his pocket. “You can use mine.”

“Thanks, and someone please get my gun.”

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