in a month's time, the hospital would recycle the tapes and any footage collected would be recorded over.
"Nope, more work than its worth. I figure this hotshot will keep running into walls with our guys inside the department. She’ll eventually bend and give up to the bullshit ways of police cover ups. Then she can move on to the cases she thinks she can solve." Dani stood up as she finished her sentence and smoothed out her uniform, "I have to get back to the basement, the old man has sent over a new job for you and I need to run the usual on it before I hand it over." She turned to head to the door, pausing with her hand on the doorknob, glancing over her shoulder at me, "I watched the footage before I scrubbed it. You saved that woman's life. What ever happened to your rule of never getting involved, Victoria?"
I looked up in her green eyes, hesitating to find a reason why I did get involved. Finally, I shrugged, "I just did."
Dani gave me a strange look, "Fair enough."
She pulled the door open and went to step out when I blurted out, "Can you find out who that woman was and if she's okay?" I swallowed slowly, wondering why I was asking for this information. I really never did get involved but over the last day, I couldn't stop thinking about the brunette and the way she looked in my eyes in the car. I couldn't stop thinking about her and who she was.
Dani grinned at me, pointing at me with her thumb and forefinger like a gun, "You got it Professor. I will have something for you tonight." She skipped out of my office, closing the office door behind her.
Leaving me in the cool silence of my office, I reached for the stack of papers, picked up a red pen and set to grading the essays on General George S. Patton and his influence on modern military history.
Chapter 2
"I'm sorry Alex, but these cameras ain't high grade. I can only get what you're looking at." Roger wiped at his mouth, smearing the powdered sugar on his chin, as I leaned painfully forward in my wheelchair.
Roger ran the monitoring system of the security department and spent his days sitting in a dark room in a comfortable chair. Watching the three hundred plus cameras the hospital had. Roger was big man, in height and girth. A big nice guy, in his early forties, with a kind heart and a weakness for pretty girls and doughnuts. Two things I was taking advantage of in asking for a favor. I needed to know what the blonde looked like and it was worth the twenty dollars I spent on doughnuts.
I had Stacy get me a wheelchair and roll me to the elevator before she started her shift. She rolled me in the elevator and left me with another bottle of water. Emphasizing that I should spend more time working on peeing and getting home, rather than digging in things I shouldn't.
But I had to know who this woman was. This woman who came out of nowhere to scoop me up, take me to the hospital and left me feeling a small trace of something I had never felt before. It was as if my gut was driving me to find her, as if she held some sort of answers I had been looking for in life. If anything, maybe she knew who took care of the four assholes and I could find them and thank them for exacting vigilante justice.
"Is there any more footage from the ER’s west entrance?" I squinted at the blurry screenshot of myself being carried through the sliding glass doors in the arms of a woman with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. I swallowed down a dry throat, squeezing the water bottle in my hands. I was suddenly very anxious the moment Roger began plucking through last night's footage.
He rolled the black mouse with a chubby hand, tapping the play key and setting the blurry screenshot back into motion. "There's a little from the main entrance, but nothing that was any good." He clicked a few more