she could find it, a dark form sprang out and slammed into her with a force that sent her crashing against the wall.
“Hey!” Instincts rather than wisdom took over. As the figure prepared to strike again, Grace let out a bloodcurdling scream, and, using a technique she had learned in self-defense class, she executed a perfect heel-kick to the groin area. From the Ahrr sound that came out of the intruder’s mouth, she knew she had hurt him.
Thank you, Frye boots.
“You bitch,” the man grunted.
He sounded as enraged as a wounded animal, and would have torn her to shreds if she had given him the chance. She didn’t. Instead, she raised her foot, ready to deliver a front kick to the knee, but this time, her opponent saw the blow coming. Staying just out of her reach, he gave her a vicious shove and ran out.
She hit the wall again and the back of her head exploded in pain. She felt herself slide down the wall, her eyelids fluttering, as she tried to catch a glimpse of her attacker.
Her vision started to blur. She struggled to remain conscious, but her mind kept playing tricks on her.Maybe she should scream again. The problem was, she couldn’t find the strength to open her mouth. Or keep her eyes focused, so she closed them, welcoming the darkness.
Grace wasn’t sure what she saw first—the pale green walls around her, or the handsome man in a white coat shining something in her eye.
“Miss McKenzie?” He smiled and tucked the penlight in his breast pocket. “Welcome back. I’m Doctor Fenley, and you are in the Solebury Memorial emergency room. How are you feeling?”
She touched the back of her head. Ouch. “Like I was hit with a cast-iron pan.”
He laughed. “Luckily you weren’t.”
It all came back to her then: the drive to New Hope, her stop at the Hatfield Gallery, her attempt to stop a robber. “How did I get here?”
“The paramedics brought you in a few minutes ago. Apparently, a young couple passing by heard screams coming from the art gallery and rushed to help. A man ran out just as they turned the corner, jumped into an SUV and sped away. They found you on the floor, unconscious, and called 9-1-1.”
“Am I all in one piece?”
“As far as I can see. You have a mild concussion and a bump on the back of your head that will remain tender for a couple of days. How’s your vision?”
“I don’t see two of you, if that’s what you mean.”
“Excellent. Any fuzziness?”
“No.”
He took a clipboard from the foot of the bed and wrote something in what she presumed was her chart. “We’ll keep you here overnight and I’ll stop by in the morning to see how you’re doing.”
She sat up, trying to look perky. “Is an overnight stay necessary? I feel fine.” No, you don’t. Stop showing off to the handsome doctor.
“Standard procedures, Miss McKenzie. Concussions can sometime take a bad turn.”
She lay back on her pillow, already sorry for trying to be a hero. “You’re the doctor.”
“That’s my girl. Now, do you feel up to having a couple of visitors?”
“Already? I just arrived in town.”
“This is not your standard welcome wagon. I’m talking about New Hope’s chief of police and his deputy. They’d like to ask you a few questions.”
And she had questions of her own. “All right.”
The doctor hooked the chart back on the bed railing. “I’ll send them right in, but they shouldn’t stay more than a few minutes. If you get tired, you just tell them.”
He walked out and she heard him talk to someone, then the curtain parted again, and two men walked in. The first one had a definite look of authority. His step was confident, his dark blue uniform crisp, even at this late hour, and his gaze sharp. He was in his early-to-midforties with brown hair cut flat on top, an acne-scarred face and a square jaw. He reminded her of SpongeBob. The man next to him was younger with an easy smile and light blue eyes.
“Good evening, Miss McKenzie,” the older man said in a formal tone. “I’m Chief of Police Josh Nader, and this is Deputy Rob Montgomery.”
She was too tired, and too worried about the gallery to waste time on small talk. “Did you catch the robber?”
“Not yet. That’s why I’m here. I was hoping you could give me a description.”
“It was a man.”
The deputy took a small notebook from his pocket. “Is that all you can tell me?”
“It was too dark for me to see more than that.” She looked at the chief, trying to gauge his humor level. “He might be walking funny.”
His interest perked up. “Did he have some sort of physical impairment?”
“You could say that. I kicked him in the balls.”
The deputy let out a hearty laugh that the chief silenced with one glacial look. Okay, humor level, zero.
“Fighting with an intruder is never a good idea, Miss McKenzie.”
“It is if you know what you’re doing.”
“You could have been hurt.”
Being careful not to move her head, she sat up. “How did he disconnect the alarm?”
The chief held up a small plastic bag. Inside was a thin strip of metal. “With this.”
“What is it?”
“A tool that he placed over the magnetic sensor so the door could be opened without triggering the alarm. We found it still taped to the doorjamb. Thanks to the young couple who ran to your rescue, he had no time to remove it. Hopefully, we’ll find some fingerprints.”
“I had no idea that it could be so easy to get past a burglar alarm.”
“This one wasn’t particularly sophisticated. One or two motion detectors would have helped. Unfortunately, there weren’t any. You’d be amazed how many business owners have antiquated security systems these days.”
“Was anything taken?”
“At first glance, it doesn’t appear so. The showroom is undisturbed. Only the back room, or part of it, was searched. Several paintings were tossed on the floor, but there’s no way of telling if anything is missing.”
“The man I ran into was empty-handed,” she said, starting to feel sleepy. “Unless he loaded his car before I arrived.”
“He may not have had time to take anything. At any rate, we’ll start a full investigation and keep you informed.”
Wow.
