When Stone got to the hospital and pushed his way past the reporters and cops in the hall, Dino looked a lot more like himself. Viv was already there; she had been since waking up, Stone figured, and the two of them watched as a nurse removed the bandage from his head.

“At least they didn’t shave the whole side of your head,” Stone said. “That would have given an Italian barber more than he could handle.”

The nurse spoke up. “Dr. Gordon only took as much hair as absolutely necessary to get at the wounds, the commissioner being a public figure and all and on TV all the time. When he washes and combs his hair, you won’t even see them.” She finished with the head bandage, then cleaned the cheek wound and pressed a circular, flesh-colored adhesive bandage over it. “There,” she said, “almost as good as new.”

“Viv,” Dino said, “when are they going to let me out of here? I’m starting to get antsy.”

“You’ve been antsy since you woke up after surgery,” Viv replied. “Just relax and enjoy the rest.”

“I don’t need any rest.”

“We’ll see about that,” said a voice from the doorway. Dr. Gordon strode in and took Dino’s chart from the end of the bed and pored over it for a moment. “How do you feel, Commissioner?”

“Just great, Doc,” Dino said. “Rarin’ to go.”

“Then get out of here,” Gordon said. “What’s a well man doing taking up a badly needed hospital bed?” He held out his hand, and Dino shook it. “Nice stitching you up,” he said.

“Thank you, Doctor! Viv, find me my pants, will you?”

Viv took the doctor by a lapel. “You’re really discharging him? This isn’t a joke?”

“Do you think you can keep him caged at home for the rest of the week without working the phones? If you can, and he doesn’t have a temperature Monday morning, then he can go back to work.”

“Whatever you say, Doctor,” Viv said.

“But he has to keep taking the antibiotics until they’re all gone, you hear?” He took a bottle from a pocket and handed it to her. “After each meal.”

“I’ll see that he does, I promise.”

He handed her another bottle. “He won’t admit it, but he’s got a headache and will have for a few days. Have him take these as needed, but no more than one every four hours.”

“I certainly will.”

“Then I’ll try and scatter the people outside, so you can make your escape.” He signed the chart with a flourish, hung it back on the end of the bed, gave a little wave, and walked out of the room.

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