Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 43

Silver and Scotch, Downton Abbey

Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske

Night 43

 

Jim Harrison turned at the sound of his name. A woman he recognized from the hospital’s billing department was approaching him. He bristled and was about to speak when she held up her hand.

“I thought you’d like to know that a man came in yesterday and paid your account in full. Your grandson is covered for the rest of his treatment.” The woman beamed.

“Who?” Harrison choked on the question.

“He wouldn’t give us a name.”

“There must be a name on the check,” Harrison replied.

The woman shook her head. “He paid cash.”

Harrison’s brows shot up. “Isn’t that unusual?”

“Highly. But we’re all very happy for you.”

“What did he look like?” Harrison already knew what her answer would be.

“Middle-aged man. Slight, but athletic. Looked like a gymnast.”

Harrison nodded. Blake—it had to be Blake. But he couldn’t prove it. He exhaled slowly. Their bill had been paid. He felt like a boulder had been lifted from his chest.

Harrison looked up in time to see Nancy getting off the elevator. She’d be so happy that they wouldn’t have to sell their home now. Didn’t she deserve this? He’d relay the information to his old Chief and leave it at that. Without an active investigation, it would go nowhere. And, somehow, he didn’t think he’d find the time to start that rumor for the Russian mob. If this is how Blake wanted to end things—if it were truly the end for Blake—he would live with the truce.

Harrison took Nancy’s hand. “I’ve got good news.”

 

THE END

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