is my friend, Jenny Townsend. We're going to visit with Samantha now if that's okay. Is there anything that we should know?"
"I think that would be a splendid idea. However, you know I can't give you any specific details unless I have her release. I can say that your victims support group is going to incur some major expenses. There's a lot of work to be done.
"Like?"
"Priority should be given to reconstructive surgery. I've scheduled a CT scan of the head to see whether there is any brain damage that we might have earlier missed. We will also be able determine damage to the face and head which will help in the reconstructive surgery. When she was admitted, we couldn't determine the full extent of the damage until some of the swelling in the brain came down. If you'd like and Samantha agrees, we can go over our course of actions together."
"Thanks. I'd appreciate that. I call your office will my contact numbers."
"Now, if you will excuse."
"Certainly."
Carole and Jenny continued down the corridor to Samantha's room. When they entered the room, Samantha was seated in a large chair with her broken leg elevated on the leg rest. The physical therapist had her doing arm exercises. They watched from the doorway and could see from the patient's face that the patient wasn't thrilled with the experience.
The therapist turned and looked up, "We're just finishing up."
"Don't rush because of us," Jenny said.
In less than two minutes, the therapist stood straight and told Samantha that he would be back tomorrow.
Carole and Jenny entered the room. Jenny wasn't use to seeing victims of a brutal crime and gave a small gasp as she looked at Samantha. The bandages had been removed from her head. Little grey hairs were poking up from the scalp. On her upper right cheek, there were two cuts. Both cuts had been sutured, and the black stitches stood out from her pale face. Across her nose was a large white bandage. Her face was still swollen. The bruising had almost completely faded, but one could tell that almost the entire face had suffered. She sat in the chair with hers arms bound in white slings which the therapist had put back in place.
In a cheery voice Carole introduced herself and Jenny.
"They won't let me see a mirror. Do I look bad?" Samantha asked.
Carole turned to Jenny who replied, "Let's just say, you're not ready for a Vogue cover right now."
Samantha tried to give a little smile.
"Samantha, I'm from CWVVC and this is my friend Jenny Townsend. I believe you met her brother, Tom Cassell. Jenny works with me on occasion. CWVVC is women’s advocacy group for crime victims. We assist these women both physically and mentally, even getting them set up in housing and a job.
"With your permission, we will work with you and the doctors to get you back to health. We'll be working with the police to find out who did this to you. You are not alone, and you don't have to worry about anything. Your job is to get well."
"I don't know what to say—thank you." Samantha whispered.
"You've had enough to think about today. Jenny and I will be leaving, but one of us will stop by in the next few days."
Samantha slightly nodded her head, closing her eyes.
The two women left the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was Monday morning when Rodney pulled into his reserved parking space just before nine a.m. As he was getting prepared to enter the elevator, he heard high heels clicking hurriedly down the parking lot pavement. The elevator doors closed without him entering. His eyes followed the sound of an approaching woman. He lip curled in a sardonic smile. The heels belonged to the junior editor from the seventh floor. It was just a matter of time before he would meet her again.
"Thank you for waiting," she said sweetly while looking up at Rodney, fluttering
"I think that would be a splendid idea. However, you know I can't give you any specific details unless I have her release. I can say that your victims support group is going to incur some major expenses. There's a lot of work to be done.
"Like?"
"Priority should be given to reconstructive surgery. I've scheduled a CT scan of the head to see whether there is any brain damage that we might have earlier missed. We will also be able determine damage to the face and head which will help in the reconstructive surgery. When she was admitted, we couldn't determine the full extent of the damage until some of the swelling in the brain came down. If you'd like and Samantha agrees, we can go over our course of actions together."
"Thanks. I'd appreciate that. I call your office will my contact numbers."
"Now, if you will excuse."
"Certainly."
Carole and Jenny continued down the corridor to Samantha's room. When they entered the room, Samantha was seated in a large chair with her broken leg elevated on the leg rest. The physical therapist had her doing arm exercises. They watched from the doorway and could see from the patient's face that the patient wasn't thrilled with the experience.
The therapist turned and looked up, "We're just finishing up."
"Don't rush because of us," Jenny said.
In less than two minutes, the therapist stood straight and told Samantha that he would be back tomorrow.
Carole and Jenny entered the room. Jenny wasn't use to seeing victims of a brutal crime and gave a small gasp as she looked at Samantha. The bandages had been removed from her head. Little grey hairs were poking up from the scalp. On her upper right cheek, there were two cuts. Both cuts had been sutured, and the black stitches stood out from her pale face. Across her nose was a large white bandage. Her face was still swollen. The bruising had almost completely faded, but one could tell that almost the entire face had suffered. She sat in the chair with hers arms bound in white slings which the therapist had put back in place.
In a cheery voice Carole introduced herself and Jenny.
"They won't let me see a mirror. Do I look bad?" Samantha asked.
Carole turned to Jenny who replied, "Let's just say, you're not ready for a Vogue cover right now."
Samantha tried to give a little smile.
"Samantha, I'm from CWVVC and this is my friend Jenny Townsend. I believe you met her brother, Tom Cassell. Jenny works with me on occasion. CWVVC is women’s advocacy group for crime victims. We assist these women both physically and mentally, even getting them set up in housing and a job.
"With your permission, we will work with you and the doctors to get you back to health. We'll be working with the police to find out who did this to you. You are not alone, and you don't have to worry about anything. Your job is to get well."
"I don't know what to say—thank you." Samantha whispered.
"You've had enough to think about today. Jenny and I will be leaving, but one of us will stop by in the next few days."
Samantha slightly nodded her head, closing her eyes.
The two women left the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was Monday morning when Rodney pulled into his reserved parking space just before nine a.m. As he was getting prepared to enter the elevator, he heard high heels clicking hurriedly down the parking lot pavement. The elevator doors closed without him entering. His eyes followed the sound of an approaching woman. He lip curled in a sardonic smile. The heels belonged to the junior editor from the seventh floor. It was just a matter of time before he would meet her again.
"Thank you for waiting," she said sweetly while looking up at Rodney, fluttering
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