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Authors: Barbara Boswell

When Lightning Strikes Twice (14 page)

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” said Rich, and Dana knew that he would be there at seven sharp. Not a minute before or a minute after.

“You can set your clock by Rich Vicker,” her father had said more than once to Wade when they were sitting around the kitchen table having dessert and coffee. He and Wade would share a manly chuckle while her mother extolled the advantages of timeliness. But Mom always looked like she was suppressing a grin.

For a horrifying second or two, Dana wondered if her
parents knew about Tricia’s ridiculous theory about her and Wade.

Impossible, she decided. Her folks made it clear in many ways that they still considered Wade more Tim’s friend than Dana’s.

“Mrs. Polk is here to see you, Quint,” announced Helen, Cormack and Son’s receptionist/secretary.

Quint and Dana, who were working together on a brief in a case involving the collision of two rented jet skis, looked at each other and grimaced slightly.

“Carla’s mother?” Dana asked.

“Don’t reach for your earplugs just yet,” Quint said drolly. Carla’s mother could shriek as loud and as long as her daughter and frequently did. “This is yet another Polk relation, a cousin from north Jersey. They needed a lawyer, and the Polks recommended me.”

“Not Frank?”

“They made it clear they didn’t want Frank. I think this is a personal injury suit. Maybe you’ll want to sit in?”

“Definitely.” Dana smiled. “When you deliver an absolute do-it-or-die order, you always phrase it as a question.”

“You’re a quick study, Dana. Kind of impudent but insightful, nonetheless.”

Quint rose and left his office to greet his new client. His previous legal dealings with other Polks didn’t leave him eager for more, but he couldn’t say no to a quasi relative. And he’d generally had good outcomes in the Polk cases he’d handled. So far he’d gotten Carla’s sister’s bad-check charges reduced to a summary offense and a fine, had disorderly conduct charges against her older brother dropped, and convinced the district attorney’s office to agree to ADR for a younger Polk cousin accused of petty larceny.

Though his area of expertise was civil litigation, his experience in criminal law had been via the Lakeview Polks, who’d provided on-the-job training.

So Marcia Polk was a surprise. Soft-spoken, almost to
the point of being inaudible, she told Quint and Dana about her husband’s accident. Last month, on the first Sunday in April, Ken Polk, an airline mechanic and avid outdoorsman, was fishing in a rowboat on a lake owned by North Jersey Power for some of its hydroelectric business ventures.

“Was fishing permitted or was your husband trespassing?” Quint asked.

“It was permitted and always has been.” Marcia’s voice was little more than a whisper. “Everybody swims and fishes and boats on the lake.”

“Which means the company is liable,” Quint said to Dana, who nodded her agreeal.

“Not according to them.” Marcia’s eyes filled with tears. “They said they won’t even help pay our medical bills. Ken is—Ken can’t—” She paused and breathed deeply, struggling for control.

“Tell us what happened to Ken, Marcia,” Quint said gently.

“We’d had a lot of rain the week that Ken and Tyler went fishing, and the level of the lake was up, higher than normal, though neither Ken and Tyler paid much mind,” Marcia related the story as if by rote. “They didn’t notice that the water level brought them closer to the high-tension wires that crossed the lake. When Ken stood up to cast his fishing rod—it was made out of some kind of metal, composite metal—”

Marcia Polk reached into her purse, pulled out a small packet of tissues, and wiped the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Quint and Dana exchanged glances.

“Did your husband’s fishing pole touch the high-tension wire, Mrs. Polk?” asked Dana.

Marcia nodded her head. “Ken almost died. His fishing rod touched the wire and he was electrocuted. He’s still in the hospital and will be for months. For the first two weeks, the doctors didn’t expect him to live. He was so badly burned the doctors couldn’t save his hands and feet; they had to amputate them to save his life.”

Quint drew a sharp intake of breath. “And your son witnessed the accident?”

“Thank God Tyler was there! He rowed the boat back to shore and called 911 on our car phone. He’d learned CPR in school and when he—he couldn’t find a pulse, he gave Ken CPR. The paramedics say that Tyler saved Ken’s life,” she added, her eyes welling up again.

Dana’s did, too. “You must be very proud of your son, Mrs. Polk.”

“Yes,” murmured Marcia. “And Ken and I aren’t looking to cash in on this accident. We have to adjust and go on with our lives, we all feel lucky that Ken isn’t dead. But—But Jack, Ken’s cousin, said we should talk to you because—well, because we’re having trouble with the insurance company. They think North Jersey Power should pay—”

“Which they should,” Quint interjected, and Dana nodded vigorously. “And they will.”

Marcia swallowed hard. “But North Jersey Power says it’s Ken’s own fault he was injured because he should have noticed the position of the high-tension wires in relation to the water level. They say he was negligent and so they aren’t responsible.”

“The standard party line,” Quint muttered. “Please go on, Mrs. Polk.”

“Our health insurance doesn’t cover all the hospital bills, and the doctors say Ken won’t be able to work again. They’re right, of course. How can he be a mechanic, how can he work on airplanes, with no hands or feet?”

Dana flinched. Quint stood up and crossed the office to take Marcia Polk’s hands in his own. “I want to represent your husband in this case. I guarantee we will win a settlement that will eliminate your financial worries and allow you and your husband and family to live comfortably.”

Marcia looked relieved, then troubled. “We don’t want to be greedy,” she said worriedly. “We aren’t looking to—to stick it to anybody. I—I mean, I know that things happen and—”

“I understand,” Quint cut in. “Now I want you to promise me that you will not even think about hospital bills or insurance companies or the North Jersey Power Company. That is going to be my job. I want you to focus your time and attention and energy solely on your husband and family, and on yourself, Mrs. Polk. You’re under tremendous stress, and you have to take care of yourself so you can be strong for your family.”

Marcia began to cry. She stood up and hugged Quint, who held her, patting her back gently. “I’ve been so scared,” she sobbed. “And to have to worry about money while Ken is so badly hurt has been—”

“A nightmare,” Quint finished for her. “Consider the financial part of that nightmare over. Dana and I will begin working on this case right away. From now on, don’t talk to any representative from anywhere, refer them all to me.”

Quint and Dana walked Marcia Polk to her car and waved good-bye as she drove away.

“How could North Jersey Power be so heartless?” Dana marveled. “Telling a man with those kind of injuries, ‘tough luck, it’s your own fault’?”

“Imagine how that would sound to a jury! The company’s tactlessness, much less their stupidity, is mind-boggling.”

“Marcia Polk is a nice, quiet woman, and when she said the family doesn’t want to be greedy and isn’t looking to stick it to anybody, those corporate jackals immediately decided they’d stick it to her.” Dana was indignant. “I’m so glad she’s got us on her side, Quint. Think this will ever get to trial?”

“Nobody could be that stupid. North Jersey Power will settle out of court, though we’ll probably have to play some hardball.”

“Don’t they realize they could get killed on the punitive damages alone?” exclaimed Dana.

“If they don’t, they will after we’ve talked to them. Dana, can you drive up to the hospital this weekend and get copies of Ken Polk’s medical records? Meet Ken and
reassure Marcia, talk to the doctors and nurses. I’d do it myself, but Sarah is off this weekend and I don’t want to ask Carla to baby-sit for Brady.”

“I’d be glad to, Quint. I had nothing to do this weekend anyway, and I want to help the Polks.”

“And maybe stick it to the corporate jackals?” Quint parried lightly.

“Maybe a little of that, too.”

“Where are you two headed tonight?” Quint asked Matt and Sarah as the couple clasped hands and sauntered to the kitchen door. Sarah had every Tuesday and Friday nights off, as well as every other weekend, leaving Quint in full charge of his son.

This evening, Sarah had abandoned her practical nanny clothes for an extremely short skirt, midriff-baring shirt, lots of earrings—were there five or six per ear?—and plenty of makeup. The effect was startling. She’d gone into her room a half hour ago looking young for her twenty-one years. Now she looked thirty-five, give or take a year.

Quint shifted little Brady in his arms and felt relieved he didn’t have a daughter.

“We’re doing our usual Friday night thing,” Matt replied amiably. “Going out to eat and then meeting some friends at Club Koncrete. It’s out on Route 70. That place really rocks.”

A portion of Route 70 ran through Oak Shade, Quint recalled. He hoped the rocking Club Koncrete wasn’t anywhere near the Doll House. “Just be careful,” he felt obliged to warn the pair.

“We will,” Sarah assured him. “Are you and Brady going to McDonald’s tonight?”

“McDonald’s!” Brady repeated excitedly.

“To him, it’s gourmet fare served with toys he covets from TV commercials, plus a playground,” drawled Quint.

“Hey, it doesn’t get any better than that, huh, Brady?” Matt grinned at the toddler. “Quint, is it okay if we take
the Taurus? Is your car back from the dealership and running okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. You two take the Taurus and keep it all weekend.” Quint was impressed that Matt had asked to use the “nanny” car instead of assuming, and that he had remembered about the bothersome recall and expressed interest.

Matt was a good guy, he thought, not for the first time. Thoughtful, dependable. Not like himself at twenty-one, a self-centered, pleasure-seeking hell-raiser. His kid brothers flashed to mind and he tried to envision them at twenty-one. If only Austin and Dustin could grow up Matt-like. He thought about young Tyler Polk, who had saved his father’s life by keeping a cool head and doing exactly what needed to be done.

How did parents raise sons that didn’t screw up, not even as teens? Quint looked at Brady in his arms, and the answers to that question grew even more urgent.

Lost in thought, he followed Sarah and Matt to the carport to see them off. Sarah leaned over to kiss Brady. “Bye-bye, Brady Bunch. Have fun with Daddy.”

“Bye, Sarah. Bye, Matt.” Brady looked sad.

“Brady, why don’t you and Daddy ask
Mommy
to go to McDonald’s with you tonight?” Sarah’s blue eyes were alight with mischief.

“Mommy!” A joyous smile wreathed Brady’s little face. “Mommy go!”

Quint felt himself turn a revealing, embarrassing color of crimson. “That was low, Sarah.”

“Call her, Quint,” Sarah advised. “All she can say is no.”

“She can say plenty more than that,” muttered Quint, thinking of Pedersen and the Tildens.

“Go for it, Quint.” Matt gave him a bolstering pat on the back. “I was nervous the first time I called Sarah, but I made myself do it. What if I’d just sat back and didn’t make that call, huh? Think about it.”

God, they were giving him a pep talk!
Quint was aghast.
Did they see him as callow as a middle-school kid trying to work up the nerve to call a girl for the first time in his life or an aged retiree who’d been without female companionship for decades? At the moment, he felt like a bit of both.

And now Brady had Mommy on his one-track mind. “Mommy, Mommy,” he repeated, then demanded.

Sarah and Matt departed. “Call her,” she leaned out the window to shout as they pulled away. “Brady’s the perfect excuse.”

Quint carried Brady into the house. He was going to do it, he realized. He was going to use his child to get next to a woman. He’d never before considered doing anything so manipulative, and the fact that Sarah had been the one to plant the idea in his head did not absolve him. He was guilty on all counts.

Appalled by his own actions even as he proceeded, he called directory assistance and got Rachel’s phone number. That it wasn’t unlisted seemed prescient, and he immediately dialed it. He put Brady on the phone whenever he heard Rachel’s voice over the line.

“Say ‘Hi, Mommy,’ ” Quint coached. He was a conniving, underhanded snake, and he braced himself to hear Rachel say so.

“Hi, Mommy!” Brady exclaimed.

“Brady!” To Quint’s infinite relief, she sounded pleased to hear his son’s voice. “Hi, Brady.”

“Hi, Mommy,” Brady repeated. Losing interest in the telephone, he spotted his toy truck across the room and began to struggle to get down.

Quint set the child on his feet and took over the conversation. “Hello, Rachel.” There was a momentary silence. “You didn’t really believe that Brady called you up on his own, did you?” He gave a slight laugh. “The kid is smart, but he’s only two.”

“It’s not beyond the realm of possibility,” Rachel said softly. “My niece knows how to speed-dial me.”

“Smart little Snowy. Not to lessen her accomplishment, but your number must be programmed into their phone, Rachel.”

Rachel knew the moment he said Snowy’s name, thus proving he’d been listening and actually remembered their conversation last night, that she was going to accept whatever invitation he issued in Brady’s name.

“Brady wants you to go to McDonald’s for dinner with us.” Quint cleared his throat. “I realize that isn’t exactly a—”

“Tell Brady I’ll have dinner with him.” Rachel didn’t let herself take the time to reconsider. She felt as if she were stepping off some metaphorical cliff. But she’d been so miserable all day, plagued between flashbacks of last night’s passionate embrace and the haunting doubts set up by Wade’s own suspicions.
“Katie, would you know if Dana is dating Quint Cormack?”

“We’ll be right, over—if you’ll give me directions to your place?” There was a smile in Quint’s voice that had a profound effect on every one of her senses. Rachel shivered.

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