Born To Die
By George A Bernstein
Al Warner, crack Miami Homicide detective, is inactive, languishing on medical leave after a deadly shootout with a serial killer, “The Angel of Death.” He’s in the best physical condition of his life, but is struggling to convince the Department’s shrink he is not suffering from PTSD.
Warner meets Casey at a local pub. They are attracted to each other, but misreading the other’s body language, remain reserved. Learning of the SIDS deaths from Casey, Warner concedes it sounds more than coincidental, but can find no obvious Motive or Opportunity. However, he agrees to help investigate, hoping romance develops later.
Casey’s obsession eventually tangles her in mortal danger. Only Warner can save her, if he can figure out where she went, and get there in time.
“He was really shot twice in the same spot, Doctor? Pretty unlucky.”
“Or very lucky! One centimeter to the right for either bullet and we would have lost south Florida’s best detectives.” They sped along, white cloaks flapping behind.
“He’s that good? What makes him so special?”
“It’s hard to quantify, especially since I’m not into police work, but he seems to have an uncanny instinct about crimes. He was in the right place at the right time for two vicious killers that no one else came close to catching. The first wound was touch and go. If his partner finds him thirty minutes later, he would have bled out. I treated him then, too. Six weeks in a coma, and then the rehab. Never saw a more dedicated man.”
Conversation paused while they visited a patient recovering from kidney surgery. Back in the hallway, the intern tugged the doctor’s sleeve.
“So what happened then?”
“To Detective Warner? He got shot again?”
“Of course. That’s why he’s here. After the Angel of Death killings.”
“The what? I don’t…”
“You new here, McCauley?”
“Yeah. Just came from Chicago for my internship.”
“Okay. Well, after Warner recovered from the Leordano affair, a new serial killer popped up. The press dubbed him the Angel of Death. Killed a bunch of beautiful young women. Bad headaches… near-migraines… and terrible nightmares plagued Warner then. The result of his previous wound, I suppose. Didn’t stop him though. He tracked down the guy when everyone else was stumped. The killer died in another shoot-out and Warner ended up with us again. The man is a bona fide hero.”
“Wow!” McCauley said.
“Yeah,” Doctor Kent replied, “but don’t tell him that. Just doing the job, as far as he’s concerned. We need more cops around like Al Warner.”
“Now, let’s see how this lady is doing,” he said, entering the next room.
He’s also a “World-class” fly-fisherman, recently catching his 13th fly rod IGFA World Records, and has published Toothy Critters Love Flies (www.pikeflyguy.com), the complete book on fly-fishing for pike & musky.
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