“Well, look who’s up and finally in the land of the living!” The Captain walked in just as Lujan took the call.
The detective stepped out of the room and Eve strained to overhear the conversation. She wanted to know if the call was from Austin. She wanted to know if they had the evidence they needed to prove Pierce was the killer.
“What?” her father asked, turning to watch as Lujan moved out into the hallway and closed the door. “You still thinking about coming over to the dark side?”
She shook her head, not understanding.
“The dark side, disavowing yourself as a nun and settling down with a tall, dark, handsome police detective,” he explained.
She rolled her eyes. “No.”
“Okay then, why are you so interested in his conversation?” He took the seat next to her bed.
“He was waiting to hear from the police in Austin. He tracked a package that Peter Pierce sent from Pecos. We’re hoping that it might be the writings that were stolen from the murder victim.”
“Well, of course it is,” the Captain responded. “That’s a slam dunk, for sure.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because he’s guilty. Everybody could tell that when he was arrested for hitting my truck. I don’t guess you know, but Barr took us to it. There’s nothing to be done.” He shook his head. “Had it towed to the graveyard. Man, I loved that old truck, bought it with my first paycheck as a police officer.”
“And me,” she said. “He hit me.”
“Yeah, and you.” He reached for the cup of water she had been drinking and took a big gulp. “But the truck is totaled.”
This raised her eyebrows. “You’re more concerned about your truck than you are your daughter?”
He finished the water and placed the cup back on the bedside table. He scratched his head without an answer.
She again glanced at the door, hoping Lujan would come back in with some news. “You’re a terrible actor,” she noted as she turned back to her father. “You can pretend like you don’t care, that you haven’t been fussing at the nurses, screaming at the doctors, staying here every night, holding my hand. But I know the truth. You aren’t fooling anybody. You’ve been at my side since I got in here. You’ve been acting like a nervous hen watching over her little chick.”
He waved away her protest. “You got to stay on these people or they’ll overcharge you, make you pay a hundred dollars for an aspirin.”
Eve grinned. “Right,” she said, sounding as if she didn’t believe him.
There was a pause.
“You okay?” she asked.
He reached through the rails of the hospital bed and took her hand. “You actually had me worried there,” he said, squeezed, and then pulled away his hand. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Back?” she asked, surprised. “Where did you think I had gone?”
“You were crazy those first couple of nights, talking about bluebonnets and angels and your mother.”
Jackson got up from the chair and went to the door. He opened it and she could see the detective still talking on his phone. He closed it again and took his seat. “Why were you going on about bluebonnet flowers?”
Eve remembered the visions, the dream of heaven, the ties that kept her from leaving the earth, her mother’s sweet embrace, the presence of the Lady in Blue. “The bluebonnets were blooming in the field from Barr’s little cabin near Mountainair all the way to the road where the wreck happened.”
When she looked over at the Captain, he was shaking his head. “There weren’t any bluebonnets in that field. It’s not even spring yet, and besides, those flowers don’t grow way out there. It’s too close to the salt lakes. Nothing grows out there.”
Eve was surprised. “How did you find the cabin then?”
“Barr took the detectives, remember?”
Eve closed her eyes, thinking about her father’s comment. She recalled Daniel telling the officers to go with Barr to find Anthony. “You didn’t see any blue flowers?”
“No blue flowers, no white flowers, no yellow flowers. Nothing but tumbleweeds.”
The news was startling to Eve, and she began to think that maybe she was overmedicated and making everything up. She thought about leaving the cabin and remembered the vibrant blue wildflowers that led her to the road. She knew they had been there and began to realize she had experienced an amazing miracle. She had been with the Blue Nun.
Suddenly she remembered her instructions, “Take care of him,” and for the first time considered that the “him” she was told to attend to wasn’t Anthony but the Captain, her father, the one she had been caring for since his amputation and rehabilitation.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Thank you,” she said softly.
As he sat back down next to her, he gave a quick nod, acknowledging her words of appreciation and the truth of what he had done for her. He cleared his throat, and Eve thought for a moment there were tears in his eyes.
“So, you’ve got about three months of rehab,” he informed her. “It ain’t for sissies,” he added.
“I remember,” she replied. “And I think I’m up for the challenge.”
“You can stay somewhere here in Albuquerque in a facility if you want.”
She nodded. She hadn’t actually considered what lay beyond her hospitalization. She hadn’t thought about being in a nursing home for a period of time.
“Or you can come home and I’ll watch you do your exercises. I’m pretty good at giving orders.”
She nodded. “Yes, that much I know. I’ll see what the doctor advises and figure out what’s best for both of us. It might be better for me and you if I’m fully healthy before returning to a normal routine.”
“That doctor isn’t even American,” the Captain responded. “Talks all high and mighty. There’s a reason we broke away from them and started our own country.”
“And what is that?” Eve asked, uncertain of why she was taking the bait for a certain rant.
“Well, sports, for one thing. Sports and better food.”
Eve waited. She knew he had more to say on the subject.
“Baseball and football,” he explained. “They got some ladies’ game they call cricket, and they play soccer, running up and down the field without even tackling.”
Eve shook her head. “I’ll ask him anyway,” she said, talking about the doctor. “I don’t really care what kind of sports he likes; I just want to know his recommendations for my getting better.”
“Probably doesn’t even know what the Super Bowl is.”
“Probably doesn’t,” Eve agreed. “But I don’t really care.”
“They eat a lot of potatoes,” he added.
“I think that’s actually Ireland, but again, I don’t really care.”
The Captain cleared his throat again, making a loud noise.
“Where’s Daniel today?”
“Still gathering evidence against the murderer,” he answered. “The professor claims he has an alibi, has some receipt he says proves that he was still on an airplane at the time of the murder.”
“It’s a receipt that shows he bought a ticket for a late flight, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t buy two tickets and then take an earlier one. That’s easy to check out.” She recalled seeing the receipt from the airlines that he showed her when they met at the monastery.
“And that’s exactly what Daniel’s doing,” the Captain explained. “He’s at the Albuquerque airport now.”
Eve nodded. “I suspect they’re going to find out he’s lying.” She was staring at the door to her room, hoping the detective would come back in and give the news about the phone call he had taken.
“I suspect the same thing,” Jackson agreed, watching her.
“What?” she asked when she noticed him peering at her.
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Look, I do not have a crush on the detective,” she said, objecting to what she knew he was implying.
He held up a hand. “I didn’t say a word.”
Eve was about to explain once again why she was curious about the detective’s whereabouts when he opened the door and entered the room.
“Sorry,” he said, sensing the tension between the two and starting to back out, apparently thinking he had walked in on a private conversation.
“NO!” Eve shouted. Realizing the volume of her protest, she lowered her voice. “Was that Austin?”
He nodded as he placed his phone in his pocket and stood at the door, both hands on his hips. “It arrived about half an hour ago, and according to the officer who opened the package, there are about twenty pages of some writings that he couldn’t read but verified they look very old and very authentic.”
Eve held up her hand and received the high five from the Captain she was waiting for.