he thought to himself. Nelsons instead of the McCoy homicides? Seeking an opinion, Sergeant Hollander phoned the hospital. Abron Kelsey was the department’s underground railway to legal information.
“Shouldn’t she be talking to Shawn or Croop or the Idaho DA’s office?” Abron’s answer was sketchy, at best. “To my knowledge, there are no laws covering her asking for details. I think it’s odd to put you on the spot like that without the consent of either captain. I hope this helps, but I’ve read nothing to the contrary.”
“Thanks, Abron, get well.” Terry ended the call.
Kelsey’s mind was unstoppable. Now, new fodder had been presented with this information. Along with everything else the case consisted of, a theory was beginning to take shape. His patience and diligence were just what the captain needed from him at this stage of the game.
*****
Communicating in a Bump Inn atmosphere was far different from the confines of the Spokane office. Since Terry had been promoted to lieutenant, another new name was assigned to their team, Detective Pat Price. The trio had been invited into the evidence room at CDASD. Idaho’s crime scene investigators were making it available to them after the Kelsey incident. Lieutenant Bara would meet them, offering an overview of his detectives’ findings. North Idaho’s CSI team was blessed with several cerebral civilians, or eggheads as law enforcement liked to call them. The evidence room offered up at least a dozen boxes involved with the Nelson killings. A new shelf in the room was dedicated to Officer Kelsey’s attack. Ron, Terry, and Pat would need more time. Interviewing Tony and the CSI people took most of the day. Officer Bara gave his approval for the next morning, allowing them entrance into the evidence room on their own. Captain Saunders had set up a meeting with all of his department detectives involved with both double homicides. Kelsey would be available by phone for questions from his hospital bed. Captain Sean Saunders was beginning to feel some pressure from above.
*****
“Come on, Abron, where’s your grit?” questioned Scott. Abron’s rehab trainer was trying a touch of mental pressure to get the most out of his charge. Abron was finally free of his headgear three weeks ahead of schedule. Lack of neck movement except for the second attack three weeks earlier had Scott pushing Kelsey, albeit slowly, to regain better side-to-side and up/down movement of his head. Abron’s abdominal wound had healed fast enough to allow him to work on physical training for his shoulders and legs. The hand and head holes had healed enough to where the wounds were closed. “We can’t get to heavy with your midsection yet. Slow stationary bicycling for no more than ten minutes a day will have to do for the next week. Don’t blow it and jump the gun. Keep it slow and steady.” Scott was a former police officer from Walla Walla. “I was injured on the job,” he answered Abron. Officer Kelsey was curious about how Scott became interested in physical therapy. “Being injured in a high-speed chase, while in service, pretty much changed things for me in an instant. I did get lucky though when my rehab boss ended up my wife.”
“That says it all,” replied Abron. “How long was your therapy? And schooling?” he asked.
“Thanks to Julie, a career change morphed into reality. The schooling took a while but was worth the fight. The job affords me more time off and the freedom of movement. I do a lot of work with clients in their home. How about you? Married?”
Abron said, “Never have been. Marine corps then college. Haven’t had the time. There is a POI for the first time. Here name is Isabel.”
“Izzy?” Scott replied. Seeing the look of astonishment on Abron’s face painted a picture, forcing Scott to do some fast background history. “Short blond hair, keen mind, and in-charge attitude?”
To which Abron replied, “I guess she gets around.”
“No, no, no, Abron, she is a great young lady. I met her when she was just thirteen years old and in rehab with me. Izzy was there because of a skiing accident. Did you know, she was being touted as an aspiring Olympic hopeful in downhill and slalom? Isabel had won or placed in just about every major junior competition throughout the Northwest. Her injury was so severe it took three or four operations on her hip and leg to put her back together again. Her competitive skiing was over. Julie and I enjoy talking to her now and again at the Davenport Hotel, downtown. Did you know she’s back to bartending, on crutches?”
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