I said, "I put a call in to Stacey and told him where you were. He says his X-rays are clear and he's coming down."

"Said the same to me. No point arguing."

"Tell me about it. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was adamant. I figured as long as you're stuck in here, he might as well pitch in. We can't do much for now, but maybe we can stir things up. I'm hoping Forensics will come up with something good. I think we'll put him in your room if I can have the key."

"Hang on." Dolan revived himself long enough to fumble in his pants pocket and extract his key. I tucked it in my shoulder bag, thinking I'd stop by and pick up my typewriter before Stacey arrived.

The desk clerk appeared at the curtain with a plastic hospital bracelet and a sheaf of documents affixed to a clipboard. "I have your jewelry, Lieutenant Dolan. I just need your signature and you'll be on your way."

He roused himself, lazily gestured her in. "Sign away my life." He turned to me. "You okay on your own?"

"Don't worry about me. You take care of yourself and get some rest. I'll stop by this evening. You behave."

"Good deal."

Before I left Quorum General, I put a call through to Henry. He was out. I left a message on his machine, telling him about Dolan's heart attack. I also mentioned that Stacey'd be stopping by. I told him where my jacket was and said I'd call later when there was more to report. It was 1:35 when I emerged from the hospital and returned to the parking lot. I hadn't realized how tense I was until I'd unlocked the car door and slipped behind the wheel. I took a good deep breath and did a neck roll. Anxiety was roiling through my body now that I was on my own. I hadn't realized how dependent I'd become on Dolan. It was nice to compare notes, nice to share meals, even fun to knock heads. My attachment didn't contain a shred of romance, but it did trigger a longing to be connected to someone. I'd trained with two old guys, who'd taught me the business many years before. Maybe it was them I missed.