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from
the Marion County Sherriff’s Department. “Hey Kev. Double dipping these days?”
They shook hands.
    “Are you kidding me? My oldest
daughter is getting married this spring, and the twins start college in a year
and a half. If I didn’t have to sleep, I’d be triple dipping.”
    “Amber’s getting married?”
    Kevin scratched the back of his head.
“Yep, she sure is.”
    “Getting old, Kev.”
    “Huh, tell me. I don’t have much
time to think about it though. Too busy trying to make enough money to pay for
the wedding.”
    “Who’s the lucky guy?”
    The deputy’s face lit up. “Ah, she
hit the jackpot, man. One of the docs here. Hell of a good kid, just out of med
school. Matter of fact, that’s how I got this gig.”
    Sandy came around the corner and
walked over to where Virgil and Kevin stood.
    “All done?” Virgil said.
    “Haven’t even started yet,” Sandy
said. “There was some sort of big wreck out on 465. They’re backed up, so I’m
just waiting. Supposed to be next.” She looked at Kevin and stuck her hand out.
“Hi. I’m Sandy Small, the best thing that’s ever happened to Virgil and his
team.”
    The deputy laughed and shook her
hand. “I’ll bet you are. I’m Kevin Campbell. It’s a pleasure.” Kevin lowered
his voice and leaned in toward Sandy. “You know, I wanted a spot on Virgil’s
team, but they wouldn’t have me.”
    Sandy looked at Virgil. “Why not?”
    “Not mean enough,” he said.
    “Fuck you, not mean enough,” Kevin
said. “I’ve forgotten more about mean than you’ll ever know.” Then to Sandy:
“Pardon my French, little lady.”
    “Fuck your French,” Sandy said.
    “See,” Virgil said. “Mean like
that.”
    Sandy made a pfftt noise with her
lips. “You don’t know the half of it.” Virgil wasn’t quite sure what she meant,
but before he could say anything a nurse came through the doorway and said,
“The doctor will see you now.”
    __________
     
     
    Kevin said his goodbyes and the
nurse escorted Sandy down the hall. Virgil followed, looking for a waiting
area, but before he knew it the three of them ended up behind one of the
curtained areas the nurse identified as bed eight. Inside was a wheeled
hospital bed with the back raised to a forty-five degree angle, a chair, a
stand-up closet and a small stainless steel sink and counter. The nurse reached
into the thin closet next to the bed, handed Sandy a gown, and told her she
could leave her underwear on, and that the doctor would be right in. She pulled
the curtain closed, and left Virgil and Sandy standing there, alone. Sandy held
the gown and looked at Virgil with an evil grin on her face, but then she gave
her index finger a little twirl and said, “No sneaking a look, Jonesy. I mean
it.”
    “How about I just go back out to
the waiting room?”
    Sandy ignored his question and
started to undress. Virgil turned around, but didn’t leave. “That guard was
something else, huh?” she said.
    “Yeah, he was,” Virgil was
studying the pattern on the curtain, listening to the sounds of the emergency
room, watching the feet of the hospital staff and other patients shuffle by the
bottom of the curtain. He also listened to Sandy undress. Heard her shoes as
she kicked them off, a little static electricity from her shirt as she pulled
it over her head, and finally the zipper being lowered on her jeans and the
sound of the denim as it slid against her skin as she wriggled out of her
pants.
    “Okay, I’m decent. You can turn
around now.”
    When Virgil looked at her he saw
the threadbare hospital gown pulled tight across her front, the fullness of her
breasts, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.
    Sandy turned her back toward him
and faced the bed, the back of the gown held closed with her hand. She looked
over her shoulder and said, “Help a girl out, will you? I couldn’t get the
ties.” She looked forward while letting go of the back of the gown. Virgil watched
it fall open and