Showdown in Mudbug

Dr. Breaux was leaving Hank’s room as Raissa and Zach made their way down the hall. Raissa closed her cell phone, having just finished telling Maryse to spread the word that Hank had been found and was safe, and that she’d call back as soon as she’d spoken with Dr. Breaux. Zach flashed his badge and Dr. Breaux nodded and motioned them over to the side.

 

“I’m Dr. Breaux,” he said, and extended his hand to Zach. He nodded at Raissa. “Good to see you again, Raissa. I hear Sabine returns tomorrow.”

 

“I’m looking forward to it. How’s Hank?”

 

“Fine. In fact, he’s in excellent condition. I can’t find any indication of trauma—his vital signs are perfect. I don’t understand what’s going on here. Can you tell me anything?”

 

Raissa hesitated. She looked over at Zach, who took over. “All we really know, sir, is that Hank was reported missing from his job this morning but was likely taken sometime yesterday evening. As for what happened after that, we were hoping you might give us a clue.”

 

“His medical condition doesn’t tell me anything at all. There’s a small puncture mark on his left arm, but that could be anything. Where did you find him?” Dr. Breaux asked. “All the paramedics could tell me is that he was unconscious when they picked him up. Was he on another job?”

 

“No,” Zach replied. “He was found in an abandoned warehouse. The room Hank was kept in was totally sterilized, and I found him handcuffed to a hospital bed. He wasn’t conscious.”

 

Dr. Breaux stared at him, then glanced at Raissa. “But that’s just crazy. You’re serious about this?”

 

“Yes, sir. I would never joke about a kidnapping.”

 

“Well…I guess I just don’t know what to say. I mean, I’ve heard of organ harvesting, of course, but it’s one of those things you never think you’re going to actually come in contact with. Especially among your living patients.”

 

“So you think that’s what was going on?” Zach asked.

 

Dr. Breaux frowned, obviously confused. “What else could it be? Why sterilize an area? Why chain a healthy man to a hospital bed? That puncture mark on his arm makes a lot more sense now if you assume someone kept him drugged or on an IV.”

 

“You’ve got a point,” Zach agreed. “Someone went to Hank’s job site prepared to abduct him without a fight, which means it was all planned. The question is, who planned it and why Hank Henry?”

 

“How did you happen to find him?” Dr. Breaux asked.

 

“An anonymous tip,” Zach said. “One of those things that rarely works out but this time turned out to be true.”

 

“But you have no way of tracing the source?” Dr. Breaux questioned. “Surely, the police have methods of identifying that sort of thing.”

 

“If it’s a phone call or e-mail, sometimes, although technology still allows for the high-tech person to work around the system. But this was a note delivered by a kid on the street. He couldn’t identify the man who gave it to him.”

 

Raissa’s eyes widened at Zach’s story, but she had to admire his ability to make up something believable on the fly. The less anyone knew about Sonny Hebert and Raissa, the better.

 

Dr. Breaux shook his head. “Well, I wish I could help more, but there’s simply nothing about Hank that can tell me what might have happened to him.”

 

“Is he conscious?”

 

“Yes, but he says he doesn’t remember anything.”

 

“Damn,” Zach said.

 

“You’ve got your work cut out. I understand.”

 

Zach nodded. “Can we talk to him?”

 

“Sure. I’m keeping him overnight for observation just because of the circumstances, but there’s not really anything wrong with him that I can find, except he’s a little woozy from whatever they gave him. Should have the tox screen back in a couple of hours.”

 

Zach pulled one of his business cards from his pocket and gave it to Dr. Breaux. “When you get the tox screen back, please give me a call.”

 

“Of course,” Dr. Breaux said, and slipped the card in the pocket of his hospital coat. “If that’s all you need, I have a couple more patients to check on.”

 

“Yes, thank you,” Zach said, and motioned Raissa toward Hank’s room.

 

Hank was propped up in bed when Zach and Raissa entered the room. Raissa was relieved to see the color was back in his face, and Hank looked equally relieved to see her.

 

Raissa walked over to the bed and sat on the side. “I’m glad to see you in one piece.”

 

Hank nodded. “Same goes for you.” Hank looked as if he wanted to say more, but he cast a nervous glance at Zach, then back at Raissa.

 

“Oh, sorry,” Raissa said and point to Zach. “This is Detective Blanchard. He’s a friend of mine. You can trust him.”

 

“Then I guess he’ll do.” Hank gave her a small smile. “Would you mind passing me a bit of water? I wasn’t in the mood to be waited on when the nurse was in earlier, but she says I need to take these.” He lifted a disposable cup with two pills in it.

 

“Sure,” Raissa said, and poured water from a pitcher into a paper cup. “Pain meds?” she asked as she passed the cup to Hank.

 

Hank tossed the pills in his mouth and drank the cup of water. “No. I don’t have any pain to speak of. Just kinda weak. They gave me a vitamin B shot and some iron pills. Said it should perk me back up in a bit.”

 

“That’s great news. I was really worried when I saw you unconscious. I had no way of knowing what they’d done to you.”

 

Hank nodded. “That makes two of us. When I came to, here in the hospital, I was afraid that the men who were looking for you had gotten to you. I haven’t told Sonny’s men anything, but they haven’t let up with the questions.”

 

“I know you haven’t said anything,” Raissa said, “and I honestly think Sonny has those men asking questions just to keep me on edge. They’ve known where to find me all along.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Because Sonny and I had a little chat in the alley behind the Mudbug Hotel.”

 

Hank’s eyes widened. “Holy shit! How are you still breathing?”

 

Raissa shook her head. “I think Sonny has a bigger problem than me, but for the life of me, I can’t figure out how it all ties together. He’s the one who told me where to find you.”

 

Hank sat up straight in bed. “No way!”

 

“Yeah, I thought it was crazy, too.” Raissa thought about the scene with Sonny outside of the shop and shook her head. “It was weird, Hank. He was alone, I’m sure of it, but he was jumpy, like he was afraid somebody was watching. I’ve never seen Sonny jumpy. Not even the possibility of the feds watching him made him flinch in the past.”

 

Hank nodded. “That’s true. The man has balls of steel.”

 

“Until now. We need to figure out what’s going on. Dr. Breaux said you couldn’t remember anything. Did you even see your attacker?”

 

Hank looked down at his lap, a blush creeping up his neck. “I remember one thing, but I didn’t want the doc to think I was crazy.”

 

Raissa felt her pulse quicken and would have bet money that she knew exactly what Hank was about to say. “Who was it, Hank?”

 

Hank looked up at her, his expression completely bewildered. “I was abducted by an alien.”

 

 

 

 

 

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