But Dano’s note said some of the medication could have been replaced with saline and when the nurse went to discard it, she’d never know. The patient would be charged for the medication, and the paramedic could have used the rest on him or herself or sold it in one of the crack houses over on Lincoln Street. Lord knew those poor souls would buy just about anything.
After going through everything that I read, I really wasn’t convinced of anything. As a matter of fact, I was more confused. Dano’s notes almost sounded as if he were-
“What the hell are you doing with those?” he said from behind. “Geez. Damn. Now what, Pauline?”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My heart started to race. In the glass of the cabinet door, I could see the serious, almost threatening face of a very pissed ER Dano. And in his hand was a shiny metal object.
A knife. A knife!
Twenty-Two
“No!” I screamed and swung around to defend myself against the knife-wielding ER Dano. Although my instincts had been wrong about him, I wasn’t going to let my feelings get in the way.
My life depended on it.
After all, he’d killed Payne, stabbed Pansy and hidden the fraud evidence in his house!
Without another thought and in only a few seconds, I had the pink pepper spray locket in my hands, aimed and sprayed.
“Aye!” he screamed and dropped his knife.
I went to kick it to the side, but Dano grabbed me by the shoulders.
“What the hell? That feels like a freaking Habanera pepper in my face! Goddamn! Even my ears burn. Jesus! What the hell are you-” He nearly shook me so hard I was about to knee him in the groin when I caught a glimpse of the knife near the kitchen table.
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
Cell phone.
Dano’s cell phone lay on the floor.
He’d let me go and hurried to the sink to run water over his face. Between breaths and gurgles, he cursed at me and asked over and over why the hell I sprayed him.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the phone.
Dano didn’t have a knife. But did that make him any less guilty of something else?
I hurried to his side and grabbed the water sprayer to help. “I thought you…you had a knife. I thought you were going to…what the hell are you doing with all those papers, Dan?” I kept spraying until he pushed my hands away, grabbed a towel and stood up.
His face was brighter than a boiled lobster.
“You’re gonna have to explain that one, Nightingale. That is, if I live. My eyes are crying like a damn baby’s. My mouth is drooling like a freaking waterfall!”
“Oh, geez. And your nose is running like a sick kid’s. I am so sorry!” Despite the look he tried to give me through his pain, I said, “Get your shirt off. The effects won’t be as bad.” I grabbed his shirt and tugged.
“Yeah, not as bad,” he muttered.
The spray obviously caused the mucus membranes of his nose and throat to swell, which made it difficult for him to breathe. His eyes had swollen shut, and I knew beneath the reddened lids they were as bloodshot as if he’d drunk a case of tequila.
He kept cursing and mentioning my name over and over.
“Get to the shower!” I yelled, half pushing him toward the downstairs bathroom that did, in fact, have a shower hose attached to it despite the claw-foot antique tub.
“Did you kill Payne?” came flying out of my mouth as I undid Dano’s belt buckle.
Dano managed to open one tiny slit of his left eye and somehow glared at me. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight? No, I didn’t kill anyone.” He stood closer to me, probably to see me better. “But the thought did cross my mind this very second.”
I fingered the locket.
He grabbed my hand and yanked it off, breaking the clasp. “You can’t be trusted with that thing. Thank God you don’t carry a gun. I still want to know what the hell you are up to!” He shoved off his jeans and stood there in his boxers.
I stood my ground instead of giving into the flight-or-fight response that my adrenaline was pumping out. Actually, my first choice was the flight one. Okay, the very first one had something to do with seeing him in his boxers. “I need to know. Are you involved in the fraud at TLC?”
He hesitated. My mouth went dry.
“How do you know about that?” he asked, very seriously.
“It…doesn’t matter. Are you?” My nurse’s nature made me want to gently wipe the water from his eyes and face. He looked so miserable-and I had caused it. But I held back, remembering Jagger’s words. “And don’t go nursing the criminals,” he’d once said to me.
But I couldn’t believe I was standing here with a criminal.
It seemed like hours that I stood in the kitchen grilling ER Dano, sans clothes and now only with a towel wrapped around his waist, until he finally started to recover from the pepper spray. I knew if he’d meant to harm me, he could have done so a long time ago.
Had to be a good sign.
Actually, he became very cooperative about the questioning and made sense a few times, but right when I thought I’d figured him out, he’d get back on the “What the hell are you up to?” line of questioning.
“Make me some tea to ease this feeling in my throat,” he said. It really wasn’t a gruff order, but then again he didn’t say please either.
When I went to put a tea bag in a mug and pour tap water into it, he said from behind, “Don’t you know how to make proper tea? Boil it.”
Shades of Stella Sokol.
I boiled his and nuked mine and in a few minutes we were sitting at the table. His face looked much better, although still a bit pinkish.
And there I sat, not sure if I should feel badly or not.
Dano took a sip of tea and looked me in the eye. “Who do you work for, Pauline?”
Yikes. He’d used my first name as Jagger always did with his no-nonsense voice. As I sat there contemplating a lie, I realized there wasn’t a scared bone in my body.
ER Dano had to be clean. I just felt it.
“The more important question, Dan, is why do you have all that evidence of fraud at TLC?”
He didn’t even look surprised, which surprised the hell out of me-and maybe did scare me a bit. Then again, a con man usually could play a poker face like a gambling Vegas billionaire.
I sipped and swallowed and sipped then swallowed and sipped a few more times. When I looked him in the eyes, I said, “It shouldn’t take so long to answer truthfully.”
Dano chuckled, and then started to laugh. “You are one hell of a woman, Nightingale.”
Now I’ve faced murderers before, several times, as a matter of fact, and even had them make attempts on my life, and with my limited knowledge of psych, I could sense the nefarious personalities of these folk when it came right down to it.
And I didn’t sense it now.
Dano’s laughter wasn’t eerie or scary or nefarious. It seemed to come from deep within him and from humor.
“What is so funny?” I had to ask.
“It just dawned on me. You think I’m involved in the fraud and the stabbings.”
“And that is funny because?”
“Because, granted, I’m a burned-out paramedic, suffer nightmares from the job, don’t put up with any crap from anyone. Anyone. And have little patience for the newbies, although I always get assigned them, but I am not a killer or a thief.”
He has me convinced was my first thought; however, logically, I knew I couldn’t just believe his words. Probably I wanted to believe them and that was confusing me. But I looked him directly in the eyes and said, “Prove it. I need proof.”
Dano glared at me for a few moments.