his
subordinates and arrived at Station U just after sundown two days
later in his new Lexus sedan. He went over to the nondescript door
in the side of the building and was surprised to find it locked. He
was sure he could have gotten himself a key but hadn’t realized
that he’d need one. As he thought about it, though, it made sense.
There were expensive items, medications and equipment inside. It
wasn’t like this was a place of retail business where the public
would expect to have access. Still, the delay put him out of sorts.
He pressed the doorbell buzzer and waited. A few moments later, an
unfamiliar woman answered the door.
“Can I help you?” She asked. She was in a
paramedic’s uniform shirt and navy blue cargo pants just like those
worn by Brynne and the other paramedics.
“Uh, I’m James Lee,” he began, irritated that
he was unprepared and didn’t know the other woman’s name. He’d
known that the Station U paramedics now had a full ambulance crew
of two, but he had just expected Brynne to answer the door. “I’m
here to see Miss Brynne Garvey?”
“Oh, sure,” the paramedic said looking him
over. She seemed impressed with him and his stylish clothes, but
then most women were. “Come on in. I’m Tammy McGrath, Brynne’s
partner tonight. She’s in checking the supplies in the ambulance
bay. Wait here, I’ll get her.”
James stood, looking around at the interior
of the station he had funded as the paramedic went through the door
on the other side of the squad room to get Brynne. This was not
going the way he had envisioned it, and he bit down on his tongue
with his sharp canines until he tasted the acrid sting of his own
blood. Losing his temper was not going to achieve anything, he
knew. Looking around, James saw two recliners and a small sofa or
loveseat situated in front of a large flat-screen TV mounted on the
wall. There was a bookshelf beneath it that was mostly empty, just
a few binders laying on the shelves. On the other side of the room
was a U-shaped workstation with two chairs and computers where
paramedics could complete their paperwork. He knew, from perusing
the plans for the station, that the hallway to the right went down
to the two bunkrooms and bathrooms.
The door to the ambulance bay opened, and
Brynne entered, calling over her shoulder. “You just need to check
the medication bags. I did everything else.” She turned and saw
James standing there. “I wondered if it was you. The way Tammy
described you, I didn’t think it could be anyone else. How are you,
Mr. Lee?” She crossed the room and gave him a firm handshake.
“I’m well, and please, call me James,” He
said.
“Well, James, I understand that we have your
generosity to thank for our new digs.”
“I wanted to see the program expanded after I
saw your work in action with my companion.”
“How is he?” She asked. “We don’t usually
hear back about our patients after we drop them off at the ER. Did
that hand heal up alright? It was pretty messed up.”
“Unfortunately, there will be some permanent
disability,” James said. “Still he has his life, and his secret was
kept, thanks in no small part to you.”
“I’m sorry to hear about the outcome of his
hand. I was hoping that his healing ability would regenerate the
damage. I don’t know as much as I’d like about Lycans and their
specific abilities, but I had hoped he would have a full
recovery.”
“He’ll survive,” James said. “It will be a
minor disability at best, and most importantly, I will not lose a
key asset to our community because of your quick actions.”
“I was just doing my job, but thank you for
your recognition of what we do here.” Brynne gestured around the
room. “This expansion is thanks enough. I assure you.”
“Still, there is a small token of my
appreciation I’d like to share with you.” James said, turning
towards the door. “May I show you something outside? It’ll take
just a moment, I assure