Epilogue
The doctors kept me in the hospital for three long days. In my many years as a New York police officer and my short stint as a P.I., it was the first time I’d ever had to be admitted for my injuries. To say it was a humbling experience would be an understatement. Amir came by twice to check on me and insisted that I needed to be more careful. He seemed truly alarmed at the injuries this case had landed on me. The cops arrived shortly after, my friend Hooch—Detective Welsh—among them.
Nicole had also called to check on me. That had been the one bright spot during an otherwise dismal stay.
My skull had not been fractured as I had feared. I did sustain a concussion and a tear in my scalp that had taken fourteen stitches to close. The cut along my arm had been nasty. That had taken
