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crow. Jack tried to reach out for her hand, but was foiled by straps.
Cathy took his.
"Love ya, babe," he said softly.
"Oh, Jack." Cathy tried to hug him. She was foiled by the cast that he
couldn't even see. "Jack, why the hell did you do that?"
He had already decided how to answer that. "It's over and I'm still
alive, okay? How's Sally?"
"I think she's finally asleep. She's downstairs with a policeman."
Cathy did look tired. "How do you think she is. Jack? Dear God, she saw
you killed almost. You scared us both to death." Her china-blue eyes were
rimmed in red, and her hair looked terrible. Jack saw. Well, she never was
able to do much of anything with her hair. The surgical caps always ruined
it.
"Yeah, I know. Anyway, it doesn't look like I'll be doing much more of
that for a while," he grunted. "Matter of fact, it doesn't look like I'll
be doing much of anything for a while." That drew a smile. It was good to
see her smile.
"Fine. You're supposed to conserve your energy. Maybe this'll teach
you a lesson -- and don't tell me about all those strange hotel beds going
to waste." She squeezed his hand. Her smile turned impish. "We'll probably
work something out in a few weeks. How do I look?"
"Like hell." Jack laughed quietly. "I take it the doc was a somebody?"
He saw his wife relax a little. "You might say that. Sir Charles Scott
is one of the best orthopods in the world. He trained Professor Knowles --
he did a super job on you. You're lucky to have an arm at all, you know --
my God!"
"Easy, babe. I'm going to live, remember?"
"I know, I know."
"It's going to hurt, isn't it?"
Another smile. "Just a bit. Well. I've got to put Sally down. I'll be
back tomorrow." She bent down to kiss him. Skin full of drugs, oxygen
tube, dry mouth, and all, it felt good. God, he thought, God, how I love
this girl. Cathy squeezed his hand one more time and left.
The Bette Davis nurse came back. It was not a satisfactory trade.
"I'm 'Doctor' Ryan, too, you know," Jack said warily.
"Very good, Doctor. It is time for you to get some rest. I'll be here
to look after you all night. Now sleep. Doctor Ryan."
On this happy note Jack closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be a real
bitch, he was sure. It would keep.

Chapter 2
Cops and Royals

Ryan awoke at 6:35 A.M. He knew that because it was announced by a
radio disc jockey whose voice faded to an American Country & Western song
of the type which Ryan avoided at home by listening to all-news radio
stations. The singer was admonishing mothers not to allow their sons to
become cowboys, and Ryan's first muddled thought of the day was. Surely
they don't have that problem over here . . . do they? His mind drifted
along on this tangent for half a minute, wondering if the Brits had CAW