Zeke rumbled surveying the neat stitches along his ribcage.“I was top of my class in needle point,” the Doctor said with a smile. “You’re all set, Detective. Looking at your file, and scar tissue, I don’t think I need to go over how to care for stitches with you.”Zeke snorted in amusement, but sobered as he spotted Donovan striding down the hall. Their Captain paused in front of Zeke’s inept partner for the day, opened his mouth, and then just shook his head in disgust and snatched the duffle bag from the kid. “What do we got, Doctor?” he asked, stepping into the room.“It looks to have been a relatively short blade. Fortunately it glanced off a rib, not doing any real damage. It took thirty-six stitches to put your detective back together again, but he, and his impressive ink work, will be fine.” “Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate it.”“My pleasure,” she said flashing a smile back at Zeke. “Try to stay out of trouble, Detective.”“I’m afraid it has a way of finding me,”
