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"I got the boat tied. You need to see a doctor."
Sonny nodded, forcing himself to get up. A sudden wave of nasea swept over him and he could almost feel his blood pressure dropping to a dangerous low. He grasped the control panel tightly, fighting off the black spots that filled his vision.
"We'll worry about me when we get settled." He told Colt.
Colt grasped his good arm and helped him over to the pier and out of the boat. Sonny tried to walk by himself, but found himself almost unable to do it. Colt was taking a lot of his weight, but he wasn't saying anything. When they got to the door, Sonny reached into his pocket, getting his keys. Each one of their safehouse key's were on the ring. His fingers were trembling quite badly as he sorted out the right key and tried to unlock the door.
Wordlessly, Colt took the key from him and opened the door, guiding him in, and shutting the door behind them. He took Sonny over to a couch that was near the entrance door and set him down. In his quickly fogging brain, Sonny noted how calm he was remaining and when the boy started to preform first aid it became obvious that he had dealt with such emergencies before.
Colt stopped the bleeding and made a makeshift sling, settling Sonny's arm in it so that it was immobile.
"You're pretty good at that stuff." Sonny said.
Colt shrugged.
Sonny was quiet a moment, studying the boy. Despite his obvious ability to act under pressure, his face was still ghostly white and pinched with fear.
"So tell me about Lyle." He said.
Colt looked at him silently for a long time. There was no doubt this time that the unknown emotion in his eyes was humiliation. But why? What connection did Colt have with this cop from Southside?
"Lyle is bad." Colt said finally, his voice so tight it almost sounded strangled.
He turned away from Sonny, his eyes riveted on the carpet by his feet. After several moments of intnese silence, a shudder raced through him and then the tears began to fall. Not just a few here and there, but a river of pent up torment. The agony that settled on his face was almost heart wrenching and Sonny reached over to touch his arm. But Colt jumped away from him like he had been bitten.
"Don't touch me." He cried. "Just don't touch me."
Sonny drew his hand back, watching Colt intently. A million questions swirled in his mind, drowning out the current crises concerning the bullet in his shoulder. The boy had curled himself into a ball at the end of the couch, sobbing quietly. He seemed to have tuned the rest of the world out and was living in whatever personal hell had been created by the sudden appearance of Lyle.
Wincing from a sudden bolt of pain, Sonny got up and went into the kitchen where there was a phone. He picked it up and dialed Rico.
"We've got a serious problem." He said, as soon as Rico answered.
"What's wrong?" Rico asked.
Sonny briefly told him about the attack and the results.
"You need to see a doctor right away." Rico said, his tone concerned.
"No. They have to have known they hit me. If they're as powerful as Colt is saying they'll be watching the hospitals."
"So then what do you want to do?"
Sonny was quiet a moment, wincing again as the pain made a streak of agony down his arm and into his fingers. "I don't know. But we better think of something pretty quick."
From over the receiver, Sonny heard a distant phone ring. "Hang on, Sonny," Rico said. "I got another phone call."
Sonny closed his eyes, leaning against the counter as the silence from the phone reached him. He listened to his surroundings. The house was completely silent save for a few restrained sobs from the living room.
"Sonny?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Bad news, partner. Gorge just walked. He got some judge to let him go on $800,000 bail."
"Damn-it." Sonny replied.
"What do you want to do?"
Sonny was quiet for a long time before saying, "I don't think there's much I can do right now. I'm at the house on the bay. Can you get here?"
"I can be there in an hour if I push it."
"I'll hold on 'till you get here. I know one thing for sure. I can't deal with this by myself. Not with this damn bullet in me."
"Okay. Just hold tight. I'm on my way."
Sonny nodded and let the phone slip back into the cradle. He walked unsteadily back out into the living room and watched Colt. He had calmed down somewhat. The questions still burned inside Sonny's mind, but he decided he better not push anything right now. He sunk back into the couch.
"My partner's gonna be here in about an hour." He said, letting his eyes slip closed. "We'll figure out what to do then." He opted to not tell Colt about Gorge making bail.
"If it's not too late." Colt's whisper barely registered as the blackness rose up to meet him again.