The officer rose again and moved over to Robert. The teen had composed himself now, though he still clung to Roma like a child with a stuffed toy. They went over the same questions, and when he was finished, Robert demanded, âWhere did the ambulance take him? Will Master Tomlinson be okay?â
Wing gave them the name of the hospital before adding, âI know this is going to sound harsh, but donât get your hopes up. The docs will do everything they can for him, but the guy is in pretty bad shape.â
âBut he had a pulse,â Robert protested, his tone angry now.
âYeah, I saw you doing chest compressions. If your sensei has any sort of chance of pulling through, itâs because of you.â Then, glancing around the mat, the young cop shook his shaved head. âA real shame, too. He was a pretty big name back in the old days.â
âYeah,â Robert glumly agreed. âThereâs, you know, pictures on the wall.â
The cop, meanwhile, was warming to the topic.
âWhen I was a kid, I trained at Tiger Leeâs dojo across town. We had a pretty big rivalry going with the TAMA guys in those days, and I donât think my sensei liked Master Tomlinson much. I never figured out why, because from what I saw of him at some of the tournaments, he was an okay guy. Maybe it was because he was an American kicking Asian butt,â Wing added with a hint of a smile.
Then, recalling his duty, the cop spared another look at his notes. âI know you two are just students here, but you know anyone connected with the dojo . . . partner, spouse, kids . . . that we should notify?â
âActually, Master Tomlinsonâs stepsons work here at the dojo,â Darla ventured. âAnd heâs got a wife . . . Maybe sheâs an ex, I donât know. But thereâs a phone list hanging in his office with their names on it.â
âGreat, lead the way.â
Darla escorted the cop to the senseiâs office. Wing scribbled down the names from the list into his notebook, and then frowned. âHank and Hal Tomlinson,â he mused. âThose are his stepsons, right? I still remember those guys from the tournaments. Both of them were realââ He broke off and looked faintly embarrassed.
âReal jerks?â Darla helpfully supplied, drawing a wry smile from the man.
âYeah, that about covers it.â He paused and scanned the desk top, and then caught Darlaâs questioning gaze.
âI didnât want to say anything in front of the kid out there, but from what Iâve seen so far, it doesnât look like the old guy had a heart attack.â
âHe tried to commit suicide, didnât he?â Darla asked, feeling her chest clench a little as she finally gave voice to her suspicions.
The cop nodded. âThatâs my opinion, yeah. And itâs pretty cliché, but in cases like that we always like to look around for a note. Thereâs usually not one, but you never know. I donât suppose you and Mr. Gilmore found anything you forgot to tell me about?â
âYou mean, like some kind of good-bye to his family? No, we didnât find anything like that,â Darla assured him in a shaky voice.
The cop nodded. âWell, letâs wait and see if he pulls through. If the worst happensââhe shot a sidelong look at Robert outside the office door, and lowered his voiceââweâll dig a little deeper.â
Flipping closed his notebook, he gestured Darla back to the vestibule and added, âNow, why donât you grab your stuff, and letâs get out of here. Iâll check in with the hospital and let you know how Master Tomlinson is doing.â
Leaving Robert with the officer, Darla hurried back to the training area and retrieved her bag. Then, steeling herself, she went back to the dressing room to retrieve Robertâs gear. Already the dojo had taken on an air
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