Part III: Aftermath
It did not take long before the police force came down on the De Luca family farm, major arrests were made, and a lot of guns were fired. Soon after that, the whole city knew of how the De Luca empire crumbled in the hands of the law, how the boss and his hire were killed, and how the infamous serial killer got shot in the head, all in one night, all thanks to Detective John McKinesy. But John did not care much about all that, all he cared about was Daisy. He sat on a bed in the emergency room at St. George’s hospital speaking to the Chief as a young nurse worked on stitching the skin on the back of John’s thigh. McKinesy was telling the Chief about how when he reached the highway about a mile from the shack, he hitched a ride back to the city with a trucker who did not ask questions about the unconscious girl, the girl was now laying a few beds away from John’s.
“What about the girl?” the Chief whispered.
“What about her?”
“She killed Esther Miller, what do you mean ‘What about her?’?”
“She was brainwashed by The Surrealist.” John said “She did not know what she’s going.”
“I know, but I can’t have her roaming the streets, she’s a maniac.”
“And I can’t have her arrested, she’ll end up going to court and they’ll definitely hang her.”
“Put you’re feelings aside, McKinesy.” The Chief said.
“How can I? I can’t lose her again Chief, I just can’t.”
“This woman needs some serious mental help.”
“Then we’ll put her in an asylum. There, she’ll be off the streets and will receive the necessary help.” John said.
“Do you expect me to over look this? Do you expect me to let a murderer off the hook?” The Chief raised his voice.
“No, Chief,” John said wincing in pain “I expect you to do what’s right, you said it yourself, this girl needs help and she’s not gonna get it being hung or in the slammer.”
The Chief stared at John, scratching his chin; he began pacing back and forward in deep thought.
“Do you know how much risk I am going to have to take arrange this?” The Chief finally asked.
“I know Chief, and I’m willing to take full responsibility if someone discovered the—”
John was cut short when a doctor walked by his bed.
“Hello, I’m Doctor Morris; I’m responsible for the young woman over there.” The Doctor said pointing at Daisy.
“How is she?” John asked.
“She suffered a mild concussion which was caused by a hard blow to the face.” Dr. Morris said “Does anyone of you know how that happened?”
“That is confidential information, doctor” the Chief said “I’m Chief of police Frank Mullin, and this is Detective John McKinesy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” the doctor said hesitantly “Great job with those damn De Luca’s.”
“Thank you doctor.” The Chief said “Is the girl going to be okay?”
“Yes sir, a mild concussion is not that serious. She—”
“Then we’ll take her as soon as the Detective is done with his stitches.”
“I could arrange that, but you gotta know she needs to rest or it could turn into something more serious.”
“What else could we do?” John asked.
“Well, I’m gonna need to see her in a week to make sure there are no complications like memory defects or personality changes. She’s gonna need lots of rest, fluids and any mild pain reliever —which I can provide.”
“Thank you doctor, that’ll be all.” The Chief said then turned to the nurse who was still stitching John’s wound “Confidential information, Do you understand?”
The Young nurse just nodded her head.
“Thank you, Chief.”
The Chief looked at John with a solid face and said “Don’t thank me, McKinesy.”
The Chief turned his back on John and walked outside of the ER, John McKinesy lay his head on the tiny pillow with a sigh.
“We’re almost done, Detective.” The nurse said in a gentle tone giving him a cup of water and two round pills “Take these.”
“Thank you, nurse. Thank you.”
* * *
John sat in the car seat next to the Chief with his stitched leg stretched in front of him, his foot resting on the dashboard. The Chief asked Dr. Morris to inject Daisy with something that’d keep her unconscious for the next few hours. The Doctor agreed and injected her with a few milligrams of tranquilizer. Now, Daisy lay limp in the back seat of the Chiefs car which he drove hard and fast. They reached Sacred heart Asylum for the mentally ill, a massive building surrounded by forest seventeen miles outside of the city. The Chief parked the car in front of the building, got out of the car and told McKinesy to wait with the girl. As the Chief disappeared into the building; John painfully turned his body and put his hand on Daisy’s tender face, the skin near her jaw bruised and swollen. He brushed her golden hair off her closed eyes and gazed at her in bewilderment. He could not comprehend all these events; he could not understand that he was touching the woman he once lost, yet his mind also could not believe what that mad serial killer had done to her. Five years; he spent the last five years in utter dismal, blaming himself for Daisy’s fate, and hating himself for everything. He felt dizzy, the pain in the back of his leg began to gradually fade away.
What was in those pills?
He heard the car-door open and when he looked around; he saw the Chief along with three men whom John took to be a doctor and two male nurses. The Chief said something John couldn’t make out.
“John? Are you alright?” The Chief said.
John nodded his head; he became very aware of its weight.
“Ah, must be the pain killers; you lost a lot of blood too, sport.” The Chief’s voice grew into a bit of a distant hum, but John still made out the words.
“This here’s Doctor Matthew Cooper; he owns this asylum. We go way back, so he understands our situation here and accepts to take care of it.”
John heard the door to the backseat open; he saw a stretcher that appeared as if from nowhere. The two male nurses pulled Daisy out of the car and onto the stretcher. John tried to protest but he couldn’t find his voice. He stretched his heavy arm and touched Daisy’s hand as she lay tied up. The Doctor exchanged a few words with the Chief and began walking towards the building. The two male nurses followed while rolling the gurney; its wheels rattling on the coarse ground. John felt Daisy’s hand slipping away from him.
“No…” He whispered in a hushed tone.
John felt the Chief’s hand on his shoulder, its weight unbearable. John looked at Chief Frank’s face, his vision was blurred.
“It’s alright, son.” The Chief said “She’ll be safe. Now, we have to go.”
“Where are we going?” John’s voice was almost inaudible.
“I’m taking you home, son.”
But McKinesy did not hear the Chief’s last sentence, for he slipped away into a state of complete tranquility. He was afloat in a far away land amidst his memories; he saw the blue eyed girl smiling at him. John McKinesy held his sweetheart tight, promising to never let go.
I love you, crazy blue eyes.