I'm still in the hospital. Carrie got out of surgery a little while ago. I go to go see her in the recovery room.
I think she must have been pretty crazy/delirious from the anesthetics. God, I hope she hasn't blabbed anything during the operation. The TV in the lobby has wall-to-wall coverage of the fire at Stanford. They're already calling it "suspicious".
Carrie's face lights up as I enter. Her glasses are on a rolling table. This is the first time I've seen her without them, and I notice her delicate features and bright eyes, which are actually a little hazy at the moment.
"Alex, Alex," she calls to me, holding her arms out. "You saved me."
I sit next to her. Her eyes search mine, holding and almost uncomfortable gaze of adoration. "You're so strong and handsome. You're my hero. I'm so glad you're here right now."
I reach out and stroke her head. I think she still must be out of it.
"They've really taken it up a notch," she says. "They really want to send us a message."
"Huh?" I then realize that she's fully cognizant. She tries to sit up a little and I help her adjust the bed.
"They knew we were there. It's the only reason they would create such a public scene."
"Are you saying that my sister-in-law tried to kill us??"
Carrie shrugs. "Maybe she waited until we were out of the room. My guess is that she knew we were there all the time. She probably saw us following her. Heck, maybe she knew we were at the cabin."
Once again my heart is racing. "Shit. What are we going to do?"
Carrie sighs. "I don't know. You need to go back to the office now and keep working. We need to get some evidence."
"I'm staying until you're released. You're not taking some stinky cab home."
She squeezes my hand and smiles at me. "Thanks Alex. You're a really good friend."
I don't know what's going on, but I feel a definite connection growing between us.