I glance up from the brief I’m reading when my study door abruptly opens and one of my security team quickly enters. Immediately concerned, I stand grabbing my suit jacket and slipping it back on. This is not how Nathan Erickson normally behaves. Something is wrong.
“Senator,” he nods. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“There’s been a shooting at Vanished, sir.”
My knees almost give out. No. No, it can’t end like this.
Vanished is the name of my nephew’s tattoo shop. My sister’s son, God rest her soul. We’d only found him a few years ago after discovering what had happened to my sister after she ran away all those years ago. Our reunion had not been what I’d hoped and the thought that I could lose him too before we’d even gotten to know each other is devastating.
“Who?” I whisper.
“Reports are still coming in. There’s police and an ambulance on the scene. I assumed you’d want to know as soon as possible.”
“You assumed correctly. Please have my car brought around.”
Erickson leaves to do as I asked, after he closes the door behind him I call my son Ethan.
He only calls me that because he thinks I hate it. He considers it his only act of rebellion. I don’t care what he calls me in private but I continue the ruse because I think he needs an act of rebellion and this seems far safer than other action he could take. Of all my children, Ethan knows the most about my business and I his. Sometimes I regret the choices he’s had to make, worried he’s living his life too much for other people. Ethan has purpose but little joy, unlike his siblings.
“There’s been a shooting at Vanished.”
“Is Lucas okay?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“No. Meet me at the hospital. If it is Lucas I want to be there. If it’s not, he probably won’t appreciate us showing up at his business.”
“Fair enough. What hospital?”
“I’ll text you as soon as I know.”
I exit my house and climb in to the back seat of the car waiting for me, Nathan Erickson at the wheel.
“What have you learned?”
“One critically injured en route to Memorial Hospital. Minor injuries on site. One in custody and one at large. Press is also on site.”
“Still no word on who was shot?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry. Police scanner mentions an attempted robbery.”
“Take me to Memorial.” My wife is on the Board at Memorial so at least that will make things a little easier.
I spend the twenty minute drive alternating between praying Lucas is alright and regretting the decisions I’ve made where he’s concerned.
At the hospital I’m met by the Chief of Surgery and led to a private waiting room, Ethan meets me there. I’m told it wasn’t Lucas, but his staff member Jax, who was shot. That Jax’s condition is precarious but luckily there was a doctor on the scene. I ask the Chief to keep me updated and call my Communications Director to help deal with the press.
And I wait, keeping vigil to hear if Lucas’s best friend will survive the night.
He may not want my support but he has it.
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