Page 120 of Putting Out
“Kenny, I’m not thinking about a damn golf tournament right now.”
“I am! Shit. I’m not going to be stabbed for nothing. I’m not leaving until you sign the card.”
Reilly stood up and searched around for someone who could help her. Mark was still talking with the security detail, the bald man dead at their feet. Finally, a familiar voice called out to her. She saw Luke pushing through two large security guards who were trying to hold him back, but he muscled his way beyond them. Mark reached out and grabbed the guard letting him know he didn’t have to pursue.
He knelt down on the other side of Kenny, his eyes pinned on Reilly. “You okay?”
“He’s got a knife in his back and Mark shot the man and I can’t think…”
“Luke,” Kenny barked, unable to turn to face him. “The score card is in my pocket. Make her check it and sign it now.”
“Is he serious?” Luke asked.
“Death before disqualification,” Reilly told him humorlessly. “Kenny’s putting it to the test right now.”
Luke leaned back and saw the knife stuck in his friend’s back as well as the thin trickle of blood running over the C in Carr. He gulped and found the card sticking out of his back pocket.
He pulled it out and reviewed it. “Last hole?”
“Four,” Kenny groaned.
Luke extracted a pencil out of his pocket he’d been using to keep Reilly’s score as he walked the course with her and filled in the missing number. After a quick check he turned the card over to Reilly and told her to sign.
“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled, but signed the card even as the paramedics pulled up with a stretcher.
“Move away, please,” the younger man directed her and Luke. Together they stood and backed away so the crew could do their job.
His vitals were fine, but the two paramedics agreed to leave the knife in for a doctor to remove. Working in tandem they lifted him onto the stretcher, keeping him on his side.
Reilly grimaced as Kenny moaned again, but then he regained his breath.
“This is really going to mess up the green. Anyone coming in is going to have a hell of a time making a birdie.”
Luke leaned over the stretcher with a wry smile on his face.
“Glad to see you have your priorities straight. They’re going to take you to St. Joseph’s. It’s the closest.”
“Here’s the card.” Reilly handed it to Luke. “Turn it in and then check with Mark to see who that bastard was. I’m going with Kenny in the ambulance.”
“I’ll meet you there. You want me to call Pop?”
Reilly glanced at the cameras that were all still filming.
“He already knows.”
