As he told his story, he learned that they had found the bra and panties at Nathan’s apartment. They appeared to have no doubt that Nathan had murdered Joy. The testimony of Tony and Shahla would be vital to the prosecution. That was nice to hear. Nobody criticized him for not working more closely with the police, now that the case was solved.
As for the faithful who had not been carried up to heaven on schedule, Detective Croyden said they told him that they had entered the park from the backyard of one of the parishioners, much as Tony had envisioned. Luther Hodgkins had stationed himself at the entrance, which was through a hole in the fence, acting as ticket taker, meaning that he took all their cash. But then he disappeared. Nobody remembered seeing him on the plateau. The police had put out an APB for him.
In spite of this, the parishioners still believed in the Ascension. Some believed they had seen Jesus. They tended to blame the police for screwing it up. However, it would still happen. But, as Croyden wryly remarked, their faith wasn’t going to help them survive without food and shelter until they got the timing right.
Now, as Tony walked out of the morning sunlight and through the doorway into the hospital, the first thing he saw was a shop selling flowers and balloons. Women liked flowers. He went into the shop and purchased a bouquet in a vase. He learned Shahla’s room number from an attendant at the information desk and took an elevator to the third floor.
He walked along the corridor, past the nurses’ station, trying not to look into the rooms, until he came to the correct one. As he went through the doorway, the first thing he saw was Shahla, asleep in a hospital bed, complete with its fancy gadgets for raising and lowering the whole mattress or sections thereof.
Shahla’s body looked like a disaster area. Her left shoulder was bandaged, and she had a patch over one eye. Scratches covered her face, arms, and legs, which were bare. However, she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow. She had an IV going into her wrist. She was wearing a hospital gown, and a sheet covered the trunk of her body, to give her what little modesty could be had in a hospital.
Tony noticed Rasa, who was sitting beside the bed. For some reason, he hadn’t pictured her being here. When she saw him, she smiled and stood up. She took the flowers and placed them on a table beside the bed. Then she gave him a big hug.
“Thank you for helping Shahla,” she said softly.
Helping Shahla? He had almost gotten her killed.
“Shahla told me everything,” she continued. “How you rescued her from man who tried to kidnap her and how you looked for Nathan and Tina.”
That was definitely the abridged version. Tony asked anxiously, “Will she be all right?”
“She will be fine.”
“Her shoulder and her eye?”
“Her eye is not hurt, for which we are thankful. The cut on her shoulder is not serious. She can go home this afternoon.”
Rasa was a nurse so she should know. They didn’t keep patients in hospitals very long these days, but it was probably just as well. From his own experience, he knew that a hospital wasn’t a good place to rest. As if to prove his point, a young lady bustled into the room and said that she had to take Shahla’s “vitals.”
Of course this woke Shahla up. As soon as she saw Tony, she held out her arms for a hug. She gave him a surprisingly strong hug, considering what she had just been through. The nurse’s aide told her to calm down or it would affect her blood pressure and heart rate.
Shahla tried to stay still until the nurse’s aide was through with her, but as soon as the woman left, she pointed to a television set attached to the wall and said, “We saw on the news that they found Tina, but I want to hear your side of the story.”
“ You are most of the story,” Tony said. “After all, you stopped Nathan.”
“Shahla is hero,” Rasa said proudly.
“She certainly is,” Tony said. “But don’t you need your sleep now?”
“I can sleep this afternoon at home. Besides, I feel fine. I’m going to school tomorrow. So tell me what happened after I left.”
Tony told the story, answering Shahla’s questions. When Shahla had heard it all, Tony said, “I have a question. You know and I know that Nathan is no poet. So who wrote the poem about spaghetti straps?”
Shahla was silent for a few seconds. Then she said, “I did.”
“But…why?”
“Because I wanted to make sure you stayed involved in the case. I needed your help to solve it. And I wasn’t about to leave it to the police. I placed the poem by the door when you were taking a call, so it would look as though somebody had slid it underneath.”
“Without getting any fingerprints on it.”
“Yeah. Wasn’t that clever? I held it with a napkin. I didn’t even get prints on the paper when I printed it with my computer.”
“So our trip to Las Vegas was for nothing.”
“Nothing?” Shahla’s face fell. “ Didn’t you enjoy it? At least until you hurt your knee? I am sorry about that.”
Rasa looked from one of them to the other and said, “Did Shahla trick you?”
Tony said, “I take full responsibility for my actions. And yes, I did enjoy the trip to Las Vegas.”
“I have a question,” Shahla said. “We have been to Las Vegas together, we have eaten many meals together, I have even slept in your…house.” Tony was sure she had been about to say “bed.” “But it’s always been business. We’ve never had a real date. When are we going to have a real date?”
“Uh.” Think, Tony. “When you’re eighteen.”
“I’ll be eighteen on December twelfth. Okay, good, I’ll put it on my calendar.”
“I’d better get going so I can catch up on my sleep. I suspect Mona will really be pissed if I don’t show up for work tomorrow.”
“Give me a hug.”
But instead of hugging him, Shahla pulled his lips down on hers and kissed him hard. When she finally released him, he gave a head-fake of embarrassment and looked at Rasa. She was shaking her head-but she was smiling. Dating Shahla wasn’t going to be the worst thing that had ever happened to him. And it definitely wouldn’t be boring.