Jeff Shelby - Thread of Hope

Bruises blossomed on Chuck Winslows cheeks, explosions of red and black and purple staining his skin. A tube snaked into his mouth, held in place with small strips of clear tape. His eyelids were closed, fluttering every few seconds. An IV line ran into a thick vein in his left arm. Both of his wrists were encased in splints and wrapped with flesh colored bandages. The machines around the bed beeped and hissed, Chucks wide chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the noise.

Fractured skull, the doctor said from the other side of Chucks hospital bed. Six broken ribs. Both wrists are fractured. He flipped the pages on the chart in his hands. Hasnt been conscious since he was found. Theres some swelling around the brain. Well wait to see if it subsides before we do anything else. He let the pages fall back into place, his demeanor measured and distant, as if hed had the same conversation a thousand times. Anything else I can answer?

I shook my head.

The doctor hung the chart on the foot of the bed and hustled out of the room, nodding at me as he exited.

Chuck Winslow was still big. Six-foot-four packed with muscle. While many men let that muscle soften when they entered their forties, Chuck appeared to have added another layer since Id last seen him. His forearms were thick, his shoulders wide. There were fine wrinkles around his eyes, deeper lines across his wide forehead. His thick brown hair was cut short, peppered with gray, and a jagged red gash splayed across his left temple, out of place and ugly.

I didnt know who else to call, Lauren Tyler said.

She was sitting in the far corner of the room, next to the long rectangular window that peered out over Glorietta Bay, the small inlet between downtown San Diego and Coronado Island. Her legs were crossed, her right hand tugging gently at a strand of her auburn hair.

Howd you find out? I asked.

Jane Wiley called me. She let go of the hair. Shes representing him. Her card was in his wallet when he was brought in, so the hospital contacted her. She found my number in his cell, the last one he called.

I glanced out the window. More buildings had been added to the downtown skyline since Id last been home and they glimmered in the late day sunlight. You talked to him before all this happened?

She nodded, the small silver hoops in her earlobes bobbing forward. I think it was the day before he was arrested.

Why was Chuck calling you?

She stared at me for a moment, then smiled the same smile I saw a lot before she divorced me. The one that was sad and frustrated and a lot of other things. He checks up on me, Joe. Just to make sure Im okay. Nothing more.

The tone of her voice combined with that smile snapped me back eight years in time to when her voice and smile were much different. We werent standing in a hospital room. We were walking on the beach on the other side of the island, a couple of blocks from our home. Our lives were normal. She was a lawyer, I was a cop. We were married, had a family. We were happy. Things were good.

Are you still looking for her? Lauren asked, as if she could sense that I had mentally left the room for a moment.

I shrugged, not having an uncomplicated answer to give her.

Ill take that as a yes, she said. She paused. He looks, too, you know.

Chuck does?

Yeah.

Why?

She looked at me like shed never known me. For you, Joe. For me, too, I guess, but mostly for you. He misses you.

It was strange to hear that Id been missed. Id been in my own vacuum for awhile, not thinking about how my absence might affect others.

He hasnt seen or heard from you in three years, Lauren said. Nobody around here has. He knew that finding her would be the only thing that might bring you back.

I couldnt tell whether she was angry about that or just stating a fact.

I gestured at my friend in the bed. Not the only thing.

Lauren stood, ran her hands down the front of her jeans. To be honest, I doubt Chuck wouldve believed you wouldve come even for this. I didnt think you would. She folded her arms across her chest. Im still surprised to see you here.

I didnt know how to respond, so I didnt try. How did it happen?

She glanced at Chuck. Im not sure. When Jane called me, she just said that hed been found on the beach. Id imagine she knows more.

Why was he arrested? I asked.

Lauren wrapped her arms tighter around herself. I dont know that, either. I didnt even know hed been arrested or that he was out on bail until Jane gave me a quick rundown. She just said he was arrested two days ago. She didnt say why.

Chuck and I hadnt spoken in half a decade. I didnt pretend to still know him, but finding him in a hospital bed was a shock to my system. I wasnt sure how he thought of me, but I still thought of him as the best friend Id ever had. It hurt to see him lying there, motionless, beaten to the point where he might not wake up.

Jane was going to try and find you herself, Lauren said.

Me? Why?

Chuck asked her to. She forced another smile onto her lips. When Jane called me, she asked if I knew how to get ahold of you. The smile tightened. I wasnt sure how to answer that. But I told her Id call you. Told her it would be awhile before you responded and that I didn't know where you were, but that I was pretty sure you'd get back to me.

Sorry, I said, averting her eyes and shuffling my feet. I shouldve

Its okay, she interrupted. Really. I think its better that I dont know where you are, what youre doing. Its easier for me.

She was staring at me and I could see the question in her eyes. She could say that she thought it was easier for her, but there was still a tiny fragment of her that wanted to know.

Theres nothing new, Lauren, I said. I wouldve called you in a second if there was. You know that.

Something flickered in her eyes, something I couldnt read. She unfolded her arms. Im gonna go. Her fingers brushed my arm as she passed. Its good to see you. Im glad youre okay.

It was good to see her, too, but I didnt say that. Just like when our marriage was in its final crumbling months, I couldnt get the right words out of my mouth.

Did she say why, Lauren? I asked. Did Jane say why Chuck wanted to find me? I looked at Chuck, then Lauren. I mean, if it was about his arrest, I dont see how I could help. Im not a cop anymore. And its not like anyone around here would be glad to see me.

She stood in the doorway, her hand on the door, her eyes moving from Chuck to me. All I know is that he told her you would know what to do.

Never thought Id see you again, Joe Tyler, Jane Wiley said, looking me up and down. This cant be much fun for you. How are you?

We were in the public area down on the main floor of the hospital. Jane had gone to high school with Chuck and me and, like most people we went to school with, she hadnt left Coronado, unable to pull herself away from the idyllic setting. I had left, but not because I'd really wanted to.

Im fine. How are you, Jane?

Be better if my client hadnt gotten the shit beat out of him.

Why exactly is he your client?

She pointed at the two chairs next to us and we sat.

She shifted into lawyer mode, her expression growing serious. Physical assault on an eighteen year old female. She's a high school senior.

Thats not funny, Jane.

Im serious.

I paused. Then its garbage.

Victims father filed the complaint, she explained. The girl backed it up with a statement. And with her appearance. Shes pretty banged up. There was more than enough to charge him.

I hadnt been around him for years but I knew that Chuck wouldnt have beaten up a teenage girl. Couldn't have.

What did he say? I asked.