REVENGE

by Rosebud

Introduction: This story begins 8 months after the end of "Into the Sunset." If you have not read that story, you may want to read it for clarity. Also, reference is made to "Forever Mine."
     
Brief Synopsis: Montoya's family surfaces to seek revenge on the people responsible for the death of Ramon Montoya. Also, be patient, there is a plot. It just took a while to get to it.
     

Chapter I

     Chris walked out onto the patio of the silent condo and sat down in the porch swing. The quiet could be attributed to only one thing - no Rita or Sammy. They had not returned from Sammy's check-up at the pediatrician. The deafening silence was disquieting to Chris. He missed his normal welcome of a kiss from Rita and squeals from his son.
     
     He gazed around the backyard. It wasn't a big yard, but it was obvious to even the unobservant that a small child lived here. He smiled as he looked at the toys scattered in the yard. A Nerf football sat at his foot. He picked the ball up and threw it. A painful tug of the scars in his abdominal muscles reminded him that perhaps that wasn't a wise thing to do. He sighed as the Nerf ball bounced off the nearby rocking horse, one of Sammy's favorites.
     
     Chris sat back in the swing. Life was so different from just over a year ago, but he wouldn't change a thing. Well, getting shot as a result of his investigation into Ramon Montoya's drug cartel was one thing he would definitely change.
     
     His hand traced the scars on his body. Sometimes his chest ached terribly, and, often, as a few moments ago, his body reminded him of his inability to do things that once were second nature. He had accepted the fact that, even with physical therapy, the mobility on his right side would never be 100% nor would his lung capacity ever be the same. But on the days his body complained, he looked at the two most important people in his life and knew he was blessed.
     
     A car door slammed, and he knew his family was home. Hurrying through the house and out the front door, he took Sammy from Rita's arms, kissing him and receiving a grin in return. Chris laughed in delight as he looked at his son, and then turned and kissed Rita. "How did Sammy's checkup go?"
     
     "Fine," she answered. "The doctor says he's growing like a weed and healthy."
     
     "I knew it. We Lorenzos are a hardy breed."
     
     "Well," laughed Rita as she and Chris walked hand in hand inside with Chris carrying Sammy, "if he keeps growing at this rate, he's going to be carrying me soon!"
     
     Chris looked at his son as they walked inside. At 8 months, Sammy was a small miniature of his father. Chris' handsome features were indelibly marked on his son's face. The blue in Sammy's eyes were a mirror to Chris' eyes. And when Sammy smiled, Rita saw the smile so like Chris' which still melted her heart.
     
     Rita sat down on the couch next to Chris enjoying watching them play together. Chris had more than stood by his promise to be there for her. He was an exceptional father, perhaps compensating for his own lack of a father figure as he grew up.
     
     Chris stood Sammy up on his feet, laughing as Sammy squealed in delight. "Uh, oh, pal," said Chris, as he rose and carried his still squealing son into the nursery, "I think somebody needs changing."
     
     Chris changed Sammy with efficiency as Sammy wiggled trying to evade Chris' hands. Rita looked on. "You know, Chris, you're pretty good at this baby stuff."
     
     "Call me a man of many talents. Besides you know how I like kids. Maybe we could have another one eventually."
     
     Noticing that Rita had not responded to his comment, Chris added, "I want Sammy to have a brother or sister and not be alone like we were."
     
     Rita touched his arm and stroked it before saying, "Let's wait a while on another baby."
     
     "Fine with me. I'm just thankful everyday for this little bundle of joy even if he does poop on me occasionally."
     
     Rita smiled at his remark remembering that Sammy had done just that the day before. Sammy began fussing. "Well, I think," said Chris in an amused tone, "someone's hungry," as he handed Sammy to Rita. Chris walked into the kitchen returning shortly with a bottle. Rita had sat down in a rocker and was singing softly to Sammy. She took the bottle, and Sammy greedily began gulping the milk.
     
     Chris kneeled beside Rita stroking the baby's head, and whispered, "I never get tired of looking at the two of you."
     
     Rita smiled and then asked, "Did you get it cleared about taking tomorrow off?"
     
     "Sure, no problem, especially since it's Friday. After I worked the past two weekends to catch the thieves who broke into the electronics warehouse, Mr. Larance said that I've earned some time off. Hey, I've got a surprise for you. If it's absolutely okay with you, I want to leave Sammy with Harry and Fran tomorrow night and take you out to dinner to L'Maison. I also have reservations at the Palm Suites Hotel for the two of us."
     
     "Oh, Chris, what a wonderful idea. But do you think Harry and Fran can manage?"
     
     "Sure. Sammy is a good baby. He's sleeping all night."
     
     "You wouldn't have some ulterior motive?" asked Rita with a sly grin.
     
     "There sure is. I want you all to myself tomorrow night," he whispered as he nuzzled her lips. Chris then leaned over and kissed Sammy's forehead receiving a milky grin in response. "We didn't get to go to L'Maison on our anniversary, if I recall, since this little fellow decided to get sick."
     
     "Yeah, but he couldn't help it, could he," she said, cooing at Sammy.
     
     "Nope, he couldn't. But he's doing fine now. So, my plan is okay with you?"
     
     "I can't wait," she answered. "But don't you think we should call Harry and Fran and okay this with them?"
     
     "Already done," grinned Chris.
     
     "You are sneaky, Christopher. You've had this planned for some time. I think I'm married to a sex maniac."
     
     "Yes, you are," he said, with a definite nod, "and aren't you glad?"
     
     She leaned over to him and whispered, "Yes, I am."
     

Chapter II

     The next afternoon their first stop was at the Palm Beach police station. It would be their first time to return to the station since Sammy's birth. As they walked into the building, a loud whistle emanated from behind them. Chris spun around.
     
     George Donovan was standing behind them with a sheepish look on his face. "Now, you know, Chris, it was just my way of telling Rita she's looking great."
     
     Chris scowled, but then laughed. "I know, George, but," he said in a joking manner as he wrapped his arm around Rita, "you keep away from my wife."
     
     George laughed as he walked into the station with them, replying, "Chris, you know perfectly well that you're the only man in Rita's life."
     
     "Good think you realize that, George. I don't want to have to hurt you. But you left out the other man in her life, Sammy," pointing at his son.
     
     George leaned over, examining the baby closely. "Who can forget Sammy? He's really growing too. And darn it, if he's not the spitting image of you, Chris."
     
     "Well," said Chris smugly. "Of course he is. He's all Lorenzo. But I tell Rita that he looks a little like her so she won't feel left out. Huh, Rita?"
     
     "Ooh, testosterone surge!" teased Rita as she slipped her arm around Chris' waist. George followed them, chatting along the way until they reached Harry's office.
     
     George looked at the two of them, "Gosh, it's been great seeing the two of you. Chris, I'm glad you're doing so well. And, I know I'm taking my life into my hands, but Rita, you're just as gorgeous as ever."
     
     Chucking Sammy under the chin and receiving a grin, "I know you two are proud as punch of this little guy. See you guys later. Don't be such strangers." George turned and walked towards his office.
     
     When Chris and Rita walked into Harry's office, his back was to the door talking on the phone, "No, Fran, I'm not going to take those vitamins. Last time they gave me a rash. So, no, no, and no!" As Harry turned around, he saw the three of them, "You'll never guess who just walked in. Yeah, Chris and Rita with the baby. Call you back in a minute."
     
     Harry jumped up to hug Rita, and then he shook Chris' hand. "Let me see him," he said with a grin. "Look at him. He's gorgeous. And, Rita, you look so good."
     
     "Thanks. I feel great."
     
     Chris said, "Harry, I want you to know how much we appreciate you babysitting for us tonight."
     
     "It's our pleasure. Frannie is so excited. What are your plans tonight?" asked Harry.
     
     "We've got reservations at 7:30 for dinner at L'Maison," Chris answered, "and then Rita and I will stay at the Palm Suites tonight."
     
     Rita asked anxiously, "You don't think this is too much trouble? Can you and Fran manage Sammy tonight?"
     
     "Rita, this is a thrill for us. We've been looking forward to babysitting our godchild. Besides, we've babysat nieces and nephews for years. We haven't killed or maimed one yet."
     
     "See, Rita. They've got a good record," Chris said as he chuckled.
     

Chapter III

     That evening Chris sat in Harry and Fran's living room feeding Sammy while Rita talked to Fran, "Fran, I have extra bottles in the fridge. Sammy should sleep until about 6:00, and Chris and I will be back by 10:00. Chris, did you give them our number in case of an emergency?"
     
     Chris handed Sammy to Harry and stood up. "Yes, I did," he said, guiding her towards the door. "Now let's go before we lose our dinner reservations."
     
     Chris and Rita arrived at L'Maison and walked in hand in hand. As they waited to be seated, memories of their wedding day celebration at the restaurant returned in force. During that meal, they had promised to return to this restaurant on their anniversary each year. They were a little late to celebrate their first anniversary, but as Chris had said to Rita on the way to the restaurant, "That late was better than never."
     
     Rita had dressed in the same short black dress she had worn for their wedding celebration. It had taken her a while to get back into the dress after Sammy's birth, but now it fit her just right. Rita noticed that Chris kept staring at her.
     
     "Don't drool, Christopher."
     
     "Can't help it. I like the contents of that dress!"
     
     Rita smiled in pleasure at Chris' remark.
     
     After they ordered, Chris took Rita by the hand and guided her out onto the dance floor where they slowly began to dance. Once again, vivid memories of their last dance at the restaurant replayed through their minds. As the music ended, they walked back to their dinner.
     
     Looking up from her dessert, Rita grasped Chris' hand before saying, "Returning here makes me realize how our lives have changed since we last came here. It was our wedding day, and we were expecting a baby. Then you were shot, and . . . ." Tears sprang into her eyes as her voice trailed off into silence.
     
     "Hey, Sam, don't cry. This is meant to be a celebration."
     
     "I'm sorry. It's just when I think how close you came to dying."
     
     "I know, I know. But I made it, didn't I? Now we have Sammy and a whole new life. It's a good life, too. My life is parfait! Aren't you happy?"
     
     "Oh, yes, Chris! If you had asked me then if I would ever leave the force and be happy, I would have said no. But, after nearly losing you and then having Sammy, I know this is the life I want."
     
     "You're not bored staying home?"

     "No. And if I were unhappy, I would tell you."
     
     "Good. I want my best girl to be happy."
     
     "Besides," she added, "since I've started taking the graduate classes in Criminology part-time, I have more than enough to keep me busy. I do want to go back to work eventually, maybe teach Criminology. But I don't want to go back to work until the next baby gets a little bit older."
     
     Chris looked up startled, unsure that he had heard her correctly, "Next baby?"
     
     Rita grinned shyly, "Well, you did say you wanted another baby."
     
     "I do, but only if you want the same thing. Sammy is still young. I don't want to rush you."
     
     Rita squeezed Chris' hand. "I've been thinking about another baby since you mentioned it yesterday. If there's one thing I've learned from our experiences, it's to live life to the fullest. "Maybe," she whispered sexily, "we could work on this "project" tonight."
     
     Chris beamed. "Only if you're positive."
     
     "I am."
     
     "Love you, Rita. Hey, I've got a little present for you. Shut those pretty green eyes and hold out your hand."
     
     Rita did as he asked.
     
     Chris put a small box in her hand. "Okay, open your eyes."
     
     She opened her eyes and unwrapped the box with trembling hands to find a gold heart shaped locket. Opening the locket, she saw a picture of Chris on one side and Sammy on the other. "Oh," she said softly.
     
     Chris grinned with pleasure. "Turn it over, Rita."
     
     On the backside, in tiny letters, were Forever Mine.
     
     "Forever mine," she whispered. Rita looked up at him, "Oh, Chris, it's lovely. Thank you."
     
     "I'm glad you like it. Forever, Rita?"
     
     "Forever, Chris."
     
     Chris glanced up as the waiter walked up to the table and handed the bill to him. "Are you ready to go, Rita?"
     
     "Yes. Do you think I should call and check on the baby?"
     
     "He's fine. Don't worry. Besides, Harry and Fran have our numbers." Chris reached over and fastened the necklace around her neck. Then he kissed her softly where the clasp touched her skin. Rita turned and lightly kissed Chris on the lips, "Love you, Chris."
     
     After paying their bill, they left the restaurant, their arms about each other's waist. Reaching their car, Chris opened the door for Rita. When she was seated, he leaned in and started kissing her again, his hands wandering up her skirt.
     
     "You better stop. We're drawing attention," she said, eyeing a man standing near the restaurant doorway."
     
     "Might as well stop anyway. Can't figure my way around these pantyhose," Chris said as he sighed and walked around and got into the car.
     
     Deciding to torment Chris, Rita scooted over and slowly began to kiss his neck. Chris groaned. When he parked at their hotel, Chris pulled Rita to him, kissing her and touching all the places he knew she liked to have touched. Someone tapped on the window, and they broke apart.
     
     The parking attendant stood there. "Wouldn't you like to go in first?"
     
     "Smart aleck," Chris muttered as he tossed the keys to him. Rita began laughing and continued to laugh even after they arrived at the receptionist's desk. Chris frowned a moment until he began laughing with her as the puzzled clerk handed him the key.
     
     Chris and Rita stepped into the elevator along with several other people. With a devilish sparkle in his eyes, Chris leaned over and whispered softly into Rita's ear. Her eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at her fellow passengers to see if they had overheard Chris' ribald remark, and then she looked at Chris. Chris grinned impudently at Rita.
     
     Rita decided to retaliate. Tugging at Chris' sleeve, she whispered a reply in his ear, enjoying his immediate reaction which she knew would be evident to anyone paying attention.
     
     The elevator slowed and halted at their floor. Chris and Rita stepped off. As the door closed, snickers could be heard in the elevator. Chris and Rita reddened, realizing that they had been overheard. "At least they don't know who we are," laughed Chris as he unlocked the door. Then he added, "Wait a minute, Rita." He lifted her up and crossed the threshold with her.
     
     "Chris, what are you doing" You're going to hurt yourself," she said anxiously, thinking of his injuries.
     
     "Rita, I'm fine. Don't worry. Hey, I rented the honeymoon suite. And," he added with a leer, "it has a king-size bed." Chris pulled Rita to him and began kissing her again. His hands went everywhere. Chris whispered, "Do you want me to stop? I can't stop."
     
     "No, don't stop."
     
     Chris unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, he stepped back and admired her. Rita didn't look the same as she did the first time they were together. She looked better. Motherhood had only increased her physical beauty. "Oh, Rita, you're so beautiful," he said, continuing to undress her. Rita slid his shirt off, and then he stepped out of his remaining clothes.
     
     Chris couldn't stand it any longer. He picked Rita up and carried her to the bed. They slid under the covers. Rita snuggled up to him as he wrapped himself around her. He whispered, "Sam, forgive me for being silly in the elevator?"
     
     "I think, Sam, we were both guilty of that," she answered.
     
     "Yeah, but I started it. I just hope we don't run into any of those people tomorrow." They both smiled at the thought.
     
     Chris' face suddenly turned solemn, and he began stroking her face. "Sam, I know that since we got married, things have been tough on you. Me getting shot, and you having the baby." He stopped a moment, trying to say the right words, and then whispered, "Can you understand how much you mean to me? When we're apart, I feel like a piece of me is missing."
     
     "I understand," Rita answered. "I feel the same way. Maybe we feel that way because we worked together so long. Or because we've gone through so much," she continued, her finger tracing the scars on his chest. Then she added, "Things may have been tough for a while for me, but it was all worth it."
     
     Chris kissed her lightly. "I just love you so much that I can't keep my hands off you."
     
     "You haven't heard any complaints from me, have you?" she asked.
     
     "No. I just want it to stay this way forever."
     
     "I know. Me too."
     
     He began kissing her again, deepening his kisses as his hands caressed every inch of her soft skin. He raised above her and saw her love for him reflected in her eyes as he joined her.
     
     The next morning Chris woke up to feel Rita's breath on his face, and her hands slowly running over his body. He whispered in delight, "Good morning, sunshine." Rita giggled as Chris rolled over pinning her under him. He began running his lips over her again and again until she began pleading for him to finish what she had started. Chris obliged her, and they both rocked together in ecstasy. They then lay quietly in each others arms savoring the
     
     Rita heard Chris' stomach growl. "Well, that's not very romantic, Chris."
     
     "Sorry," said Chris. "Come on, I'll buy you the best breakfast in the place" as he pulled her up, admiring her again.
     
     "Chris, get that look out of your eye. We've got to go get Sammy."
     
     "I know, Rita. I miss him, too."
     

Chapter IV

     Chris and Rita arrived promptly at 10:00 at Fran and Harry's. Fran opened the door, and they saw Harry on the couch playing with Sammy. Fran said, "You two are back early. We haven't finished spoiling Sammy!"
     
     "I knew it," joked Chris. "One night with them, and Sammy won't go home with us."
     
     Sammy, hearing his dad's voice, turned and reached for him. Chris picked him up, hugging him and then kissing the top of his head. Sammy then reached for Rita. As she took him from Chris, he said, "That's a true Lorenzo, always going for the good looking women."
     
     Harry laughed and said, "All the girls better watch out when this one gets a little older."
     
     Rita handed Sammy back to Chris, "I'll go get Sammy's things together, Chris," and she walked towards the bedroom with Fran.
     
     Chris started to follow, but Harry stopped him. "Um, Chris, I need to talk to you outside. It's kind of serious, and I don't want Rita and Frannie to hear about it just yet."
     
     "What is it, Harry?" he asked as he followed Harry outside to the patio.
     
     "I don't know how to say this, Chris, except just spit it out. Yesterday morning I got called in by Narcotics about Ramon Montoya."
     
     "Why? He's dead. You shot him."
     
     "Yeah, I know he's dead. If I could, I'd dig him up and shoot him again. But it's his brother, Roberto Montoya, that's the problem. Evidently, their whole family lost millions because of all that went down when you were shot, and Montoya was killed. Until now the brother was too busy rebuilding the family's business to seek revenge. But now, word is he's out for blood."
     
     "Whose blood?" Chris asked as his heart began to beat rapidly.
     
     Harry looked at him, trying to find the right words.
     
     Chris raised his voice and asked again. "Whose blood?" Sammy looked up, startled at the loud sound of his father's voice.
     
     "Yours, Chris. And mind."
     
     Chris shut his eyes for a moment, as he held Sammy tightly in his arms. He opened his eyes and said, "That SOB gets near me or mine, and I'll kill him!"
     
     "I know, Chris, I know. Look, I haven't told Frannie yet. I've had cops watching our place as a precaution. I'm going to send her to her sister's in Jersey tonight."
     
     "Why didn't you tell me this yesterday? We could have been hurt!"
     
     "Chris, I had a cop on your tail ever since you left Ft. Lauderdale. By the way," Harry added with a grin, "the parking attendant sends his regards. Next time, he says, don't feel your wife up in public."
     
     "That was a cop?"
     
     "Yeah. He stood outside your room all night too. Said he heard a lot of noises." Again, Harry grinned trying to diffuse a little of the tension.
     
     "I have to tell Rita."
     
     Chris heard the backdoor shut and saw Rita's pale face. Harry turned and saw her.
     
     Harry began apologetically, "Rita, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to know about this yet."
     
     "Why not? I'm a big girl. Remember" I used to carry a gun." She walked over to Chris. He wrapped his free arm around her tightly.
     
     "What are we going to do, Chris?" she asked.
     
     "I don't know." He looked at Rita, a desperate look in his eyes as he thought of all the things that could happen to her or Sammy. Tears sprang into his eyes, and he hugged her tightly, causing Sammy to squirm.
     
     Harry reached over and took Sammy and walked back into the house. "I need to discuss this with Frannie. I'll take Sammy inside so you two can talk. Okay, guys?"
     
     Chris and Rita nodded silently.
     
     "Rita, what do we do? If something were to happen to the baby, I'd lose my mind."
     
     "I know, Chris, I know. Don't even think about it! Besides, maybe it's all talk."
     
     Chris looked at Rita with a helpless look in his eyes. "No, Rita, if it's gotten this far, it's not just talk."
     
     Harry came to the backdoor. "Chris, Rita, you're not going to believe who's at the door. It's Donnie Dogs. He's pretty agitated about something, and he's insisting on speaking to the two of you."
     
     Rita sighed and looked at Chris, "He must have heard."
     
     "Yeah, let's go talk to him. Maybe he's heard something we haven't."
     
     Chris and Rita walked into the living room. They were surprised to see Donnie holding Sammy in his lap cooing over him. A big guy, obviously a bodyguard, stood by the front door with Dutchie in his hands. Another man stood outside the house obviously watching the surrounding area.
     
     "Chris, Rita. How are you doing? I've been missing you. Rita, you're lovelier than ever. Has this," as he nodded at Chris, "big galoot been treating you right?"
     
     "I'm doing fine, Donnie. And, yes, Chris is treating me fine."
     
     "Good. You know I once told him I'd hammer him into the ground if he made you unhappy, but I can tell you're happy. And look at this little guy. He looks just like you, Lorenzo. You're a lucky man."
     
     "I know that, Donnie. What are you doing here?"
     
     "Never one to beat around the bush, huh, Lorenzo? I heard some news today. It's out on the streets that there's a hit out on you and Harry."
     
     Fran shrieked. Harry, who was standing next to her, put his arm around her and squeezed her.
     
     Donnie paused a moment, aware that his news was unwelcome. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lipschitz, for upsetting you. But I want to help. I made a few calls and found out that Chris and Rita were here so I made it my business to come by and offer to help."
     
     "Help? How?" asked Chris.
     
     "I got people that can watch over your family. Maybe a few contacts that can get some information for you."
     
     Chris looked Donnie square in the eyes. Donnie's sincerity was obvious. Chris knew that Donnie could be underhanded, but he had never lied to them, and had, in fact, saved their lives on one occasion. Also, Chris knew that Donnie had a crush on Rita and would never want her hurt.
     
     Chris sighed, "Okay, Donnie. At this point, we'll take any help we can."
     
     "Good."
     
     Harry spoke up. "I'm putting Frannie on a plane to Jersey this evening. She'll be safe, and I won't have to worry about her."
     
     "Heshy, I'm staying here."
     
     "Frannie, there will be no argument about this. You will go if I have to drag you kicking and screaming to the airport. And if need be, I will personally tie you down in the seat and wait until the plane takes off. Is that clear?"
     
     Fran opened her mouth to protest then shut it. She didn't want to go, but she realized Harry's concentration needed to be on resolving this situation. Her presence would only distract her. "Okay, Harry. I don't like it, but okay. You'll call me a couple of times a day, alright?"
     
     Harry leaned over and kissed her, "Sure, sweetheart."
     
     "Can I use the phone, Harry?" asked Chris.
     
     "Sure."
     
     Chris walked into the kitchen. His voice could be heard as he talked intently to someone. He hung up and walked back into the living room. "I've talked to Mr. Larance. He understands the situation and suggested I not return to work until this is cleared up. I have an idea, Rita. Let's send Sammy with Fran."
     
     Rita stared at Chris, unable to breath for a moment. The thought of Sammy so far away from her was frightening. Then she thought about Sammy being hurt, and common sense overruled her heart. And she knew Chris was right.
     
     "Okay, Chris. It'll break my heart though."
     
     Chris reached over and hugged her, "I know, mine too."
     
     Harry chimed in. "This is perfect. Frannie will be too busy with the baby to worry about me."
     
     Rita looked at Fran. "Fran, is this okay with you?"
     
     "Oh, yes, Rita. I love him, and you know I'll take good care of him. If I'm leaving this evening, we better get my things packed. Sammy's stuff too. Rita, come on, we need to get busy."
     
     Chris looked at Rita. "Yeah, Rita. Sammy's our first consideration now. Let's get him safely out of here, and then the three of us can make plans."
     
     Rita walked over and picked up Sammy, now asleep in Donnie's arms and hugging him tightly as she inhaled his sweet baby fragrance.
     
     Donnie stood up. "Rita, we'll go to the airport in my limo. That's the safest way to go."
     
     "Thanks, Donnie."
     
     "Sure think, Doll. Okay, what do you need from your house for the bambino? I'll send my driver, Sal, to pick it up. That is, if you'll give him a key."
     
     Chris walked over to Donnie and took his keys from his pocket. He pulled the house key and handed it to Donnie. Turning to Rita, Chris said, "Make a list, Rita, of all the things Sammy will need. Add some of our clothes to the list too."
     
     Rita nodded and walked to the closest bedroom where she put the sleeping Sammy down. She came back with a note pad and pen. Rita thought for a moment and began writing. When she finished the list, she handed it to Sal.
     
     "Sal, this list has what we need and where it's located. If you have a problem, call back here."
     
     "Yes, ma'am." He turned and took the house key from Donnie. "Mr. DeBarto, I'll be back in time to take everyone to the airport."
     
     "Okay, Sal. Just don't get a ticket."
     
     Sal nodded and left in the limo.
     

Chapter V

     Four hours later, Chris, Rita, and Harry watched as the airplane carrying Fran and Sammy took off. At that point Rita wrapped herself around Chris as tears ran down her cheeks. Chris hugged her tightly as he struggled with his emotions. Taking a deep breath, Rita then uttered softly, "Chris, we've only had him eight months, and I can't imagine life without him."
     
     "I know," he whispered, "I know," as he held her.
     
     Harry cleared his throat. "Chris, Rita, we really need to get out of here. Sal is looking like he's getting anxious about us standing here. Let's get back to my house."
     
     Harry followed Chris and Rita as they entered the limo. Donnie sat holding Dutchie. When Donnie saw Rita's tear stained face, he said, "Oh, Doll, I know it's hard, but he'll be back in no time."
     
     Rita smiled weakly knowing Donnie meant well. As they drove up to Harry's house, they saw an unmarked police van sitting in the street.
     
     Harry nodded to the officers in the vehicle. "I'm glad they are taking this thing seriously. They promised round the clock surveillance. Chris, I'm so glad you and Rita decided to stay here until this thing is cleared up."
     
     "Staying here may be for the best," added Rita. "But we can't just hide here. What are we going to do to flush this guy out?"
     
     "Good question," answered Harry. "I think we're going to have to make them come after us. But first we need a plan."
     
     "I don't want to put Rita in danger, Harry."
     
     "I know that, Chris. But she's not the target. You and I are."
     
     "Look," Chris replied, "we know how these guys operated before. They grabbed Rita. They like to go after somebody in the family. So, Rita may be in more danger than I am."
     
     "Maybe. I'm just glad Frannie and the baby are out of here."
     
     Rita shivered at the thought of Sammy in the hands of Montoya.
     
     The three of them exited the car under the watchful eye of Sal and Donnie with the police escorting them into the house. Donnie stepped back inside his limo and said, "Guys, I have to go. Got a business to run. I see you got plenty of protection," he said as he looked again at the unmarked van sitting in front of the house.
     
     "Thanks again, Donnie," said Rita.
     
     "Sure, Doll. Anything for you."
     
     Rita waved from the door as he drove off. "Rita, I think I'm jealous," teased Chris. Rita leaned up against Chris and whispered, "Don't even kid about that, Chris. Okay?"
     
     "Okay," he said, smiling down at her. His heart filled with the warmth of his love for Rita. Then fear replaced it at the thought of her being in danger.
     
     As the three of them walked into Harry's house, Chris noted the quiet echo of his footsteps reminding him of yesterday when he had walked into his own quiet home waiting for his family to return. Was it only yesterday? And was it only an hour ago that he had put his son on a plane?
     
     "Anybody for a cup of coffee?" asked Harry walking to the kitchen.
     
     "Definitely," responded Chris.
     
     As Harry started making the coffee, he asked, "Okay, guys, what are our plans?"
     
     Before Chris or Rita could answer, the phone rang.
     
     "Hello," answered Harry.
     
     There was no answer on the end of the line. Harry licked his lips nervously and hung up. "Looks like it's started. Either that or they are going to phone us to death." He smiled at his weak attempt to be funny.
     
     Neither Chris or Rita smiled.
     
     Rita looked at Harry. "I want a gun. I still have a permit to carry one."
     
     "Sure, Rita. I've got an extra gun in the house." Harry walked over to his gun cabinet, pulled out his keys and unlocked it. Opening a drawer, he pulled out a pistol and handed it to her.
     
     Rita took the gun, checked it out and put it in her purse. "Feels, strange, Chris. I haven't handled a gun for a while."
     
     "I bet you can still hit the target, huh, Rita?"
     
     "Yep. Okay, let's get our heads together and decide on what we need to do."
     
     The three sat down, drinking their coffee and discussing options. Before any firm decisions were decided upon, the phone range again. Harry sighed as he got up to answer it, "Probably another hang-up."
     
     "Hello," he answered. Harry turned pale and sat heavily into a chair. "No, no!" he whispered.
     
     Chris jumped up and grabbed the phone. He could hear Frannie's voice, "Harry, Harry, answer me, Harry!" Chris could also hear Sammy crying.
     
     Chris shouted into the phone. "Fran, what's going on?"
     
     Rita ran to Chris' side. "What is it, Chris?" as she put her ear up to the receiver.
     
     A deep voice, heavily accented, came over the phone. "You didn't think about them having to transfer from one plane to another in Miami, did you? You thought they would be safe and sound in the skies by now? Dumb bunch of cops. I can outsmart you anytime."
     
     Chris' face turned ashen as he stared at Harry and Rita. Then he shouted into the phone, "You son of a bitch! If you want me, tell me where to meet you. I'll come alone and unarmed. Just let Sammy and Fran go."
     
     A rumble of laughter was his answer. "No, I think I'll let you squirm for a while. Revenge can be sweet!"
     
     Rita, realizing what had happened, grabbed the phone. "Please don't hurt my baby! Please!"
     
     Sammy's continued cries could be heard in the background with Fran desperately trying to hush him.
     
     "Listen, Lorenzo. You and Lipschitz are going to meet me tonight. I'll call back in an hour with the arrangements." The phone went dead.
     
     Harry, gathering his wits, stood up and ran out the door to the police van. "Diego, did you get a trace on that call?"
     
     Officer Diego opened the door, "Yes, sir. It's in Miami at a payphone on the northern outskirts of Miami. They're probably in transit. Is there anything I can do, sir? I'm awfully sorry."
     
     "No, thanks anyway." Harry walked slowly back into his house. Rita was in Chris' arms. Tears were streaming down Chris' face, and Rita was sobbing.
     
     Harry pounded the wall. "That sorry piece of garbage. We played right into his hands. He's had someone watching us for days knowing we would try to get our family out of town. He must have had someone on the plane, and when Frannie and Sammy got off to transfer to another plane, they grabbed them. Stupid, stupid! I'm stupid!"
     
     "Harry! We did the only thing we knew to do," declared Chris in a ragged voice.
     
     "But, Chris," said Harry tearfully, "they got Frannie. And they got Sammy! He's like my grandson, Chris. My heart feels like it's tearing to pieces. I can't imagine what you and Rita must feel like. I'm so sorry." He took his glasses off and covered his eyes.
     
     Rita's tear stained face looked up at Chris. "They put me through hell once when they shot you. By God, they're not going to do it to me again. I'm going to kill everyone of them if it takes the rest of my life!"
     
     "Rita, shush," said Chris as he wiped the remaining tears from his face and hugged her closely. "We've got to think clearly if we want to save Sammy and Fran. If I have to turn myself over to them, I'll do it."
     
     "Oh, Chris, don't even talk about that, please! I won't let you!" tears began streaming down Rita's face again as she hugged him back. "I can't stand this! I just can't stand this!"
     
     Chris gazed sadly at Rita, "Rita, it's me he wants, me and Harry. I want you to stay here when we go to meet Montoya. If you aren't somewhere safe, I won't be able to think clearly."
     
     Rita's face contorted in anger. "You will not leave me behind! It's my baby out there in the hands of a monster! And you, Chris, I can't live without you! I won't let you go alone! I won't!"
     
     Chris responded, almost in anger, "Rita, I can't risk you being killed! And he's my baby too! If something happens to me, you've got to take care of Sammy."
     
     Rita screamed at him, "Chris, you're talking like you're dead already! I won't stand for it! I won't!"
     
     Harry interrupted shouting, "CHRIS, RITA, stop it! Don't argue! It's not the time and the place. I know you're both terribly upset. But if you fight like this, you can't think straight. We have to keep our emotions under control."
     
     Rita and Chris looked at each other. Almost at once they were in each other's arms, murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
     
     Chris looked down at Rita when they calmed down, "Rita, I think we just had our first fight."
     
     Harry looked at them in amazement. "That was your first fight? Frannie and I had our first fight before we left our wedding reception. Come on guys, let's get our heads together and make some decisions before he calls back."
     

Chapter VI

     An hour later the phone rang. Harry nervously picked up the phone with Rita and Chris listening in on the extension.
     
     Frannie's voice came over the phone, "Harry, I'm alright and so's the baby. You and Chris are to go to the phone booth on 3rd and Ravine. When it rings, pick it up and follow the instructions. If you don't come alone, you'll regret it." Then, she uttered in an almost inaudible whisper, "Black DR6..." Before she could say anything else, she was cut off but not before the reverberation of a slap echoed across the phone.
     
     Harry shouted into the phone, "Frannie, Frannie." His only answer was the dial tone.
     
     "What did she mean, 'Black DR6'" asked Harry.
     
     "It sounds like the first three letters of a license plate, Harry. And they must be in a black car," answered Rita.
     
     At that moment the doorbell rang. Harry opened it to see Officer Diego. "Sir, that call was just outside of Palm Beach."
     
     "I guessed as much. They want us to go to a pay phone on 3rd and Ravine. Get on the computer and check DMV for a black car with license plates starting with DR6. You can eliminate any small vehicles since I imagine they are in a large sedan or truck. Get on it, quick!"
     
     "Yes, sir." He ran back to the van, shouting instructions to the occupants who hurriedly began keying in the information.
     
     Chris looked at Harry. "We're going to need some bullet proof jackets."
     
     "I know. There's a couple in the van. I'll go get them."
     
     "Get one for me, Harry," asked Rita.
     
     "Rita, please," begged Chris softly. Rita looked at him, her face reflecting clearly her decision to accompany them. Chris sighed heavily and shook his head. "Okay," he said.
     
     After donning the vests, Chris, Harry and Rita prepared to leave. Diego came running to the door. "Sir, we think we have a match. A Cadillac, black with license plates, DR6422. We've put out an APB in the general area with instructions to report on its location. So far, no one has located it. If someone does report it, and it's moving, we'll send an unmarked car with undercover policeman to follow it. They will trade off with 2 other unmarked cars so as to avoid being detected. We'll get them, sir. The whole force is working on this."
     
     Harry looked at the officer for a moment, gratitude clearly written across his face, "Thank you."
     
     "You're welcome. I just wish there was more we could do."
     

Chapter VII

     A few minutes later, the three of them hurriedly entered Harry's car and drove to their destination. They stood nervously at the booth for 30 minutes. Finally, an hour passed as they stood in the evening dark. Finally, Rita, at her wit's end, began to slowly rock back and forth as tears dripped from her eyes.
     
     Chris, noticing that Rita's composure was slipping away again, hugged her tightly. They both jumped as the phone rang shrilly. Harry grabbed the phone before Chris could reach it.
     
     Harry shouted, "You son of a bitch! Tell us where they are."
     
     Roberto Montoya's loud laughter rang clearly enough to be heard by Chris, who stood next to Harry, straining to hear the conversation.
     
     "Hey, Lorenzo, is your wife with you? Pretty little thing. She and I could have a good time."
     
     Chris grabbed the phone and shouted in anger. "You sorry piece of crap. Rita couldn't be made to stay away. She wants the personal privilege of killing you herself."
     
     Another rumble of laughter. Then his voice turned mean. "Like Lipschitz did when he shot my only brother in the back with a shotgun?"
     
     "He deserved what he got."
     
     "Watch it, Lorenzo. Remember who I have."
     
     "Let me talk to Fran," Chris demanded as Harry put his ear close to the phone to hear what was being said.
     
     "Sure, why not?"
     
     Fran's frightened voice came over the phone. "I'm okay. The baby is sound asleep. He's been an angel. I wish you had left the St. Christopher's medal on him instead of taking it off when we got on the plane. But, since he fell asleep, it's been a walk on the beach. I'm taking good care of him."
     
     Montoya grabbed the phone from her.
     
     "I'll call back soon." Montoya hung up.
     
     Harry looked at Chris in confusion. "What St. Christopher's medal is Frannie talking about? I never saw one on Sammy."
     
     "Repeat what Fran said," asked Rita.
     
     Harry repeated her message.
     
     "Of course!" cried Rita and Chris at the same time.
     
     "Of course what?" shouted Harry.
     
     "Remember, Harry. Rita and I got married on the beach right across the street from the building that once was St. Christopher's Church. There's an angel on the front of the church. The building is so old and in such bad shape that it hasn't been used as a church in about 15 years. For a few years after that it was used as a homeless shelter by the church. After it was turned into a shelter, nobody but the locals called it St. Christopher's. Now, it's closed up and condemned. They must be there. It's only about a half mile from where we're standing."
     
     Rita looked at Chris. "Chris, what is it Montoya wants us to do until they call again?"
     
     Chris looked at Rita, suddenly realizing they were sitting ducks. "They want us to stay here until they call again."
     
     "Of course," Harry chimed in. "Now they know exactly where we are, and we're not protected by the police. We've got to get out of here!"
     
     Chris grabbed Rita and dragged her into the bushes with Harry following close behind. Chris looked at Harry and Rita. "My guess is they'll be sending someone along to finish us off. We were easy pickings. They knew we would sit here waiting for the next call. I say we go to St. Christopher's and take care of business."
     
     "Best idea you've had all day, Chris," Harry said. "I want Montoya. Don't cheat me of the privilege of putting a bullet between his eyes."
     
     Rita turned to Harry, "Only if you get there first." With that she took off running in the direction of where her child was.
     
     "Chris," Harry said, "I'm going back to the car for a flashlight." Chris nodded and then took off running trying to catch up with Rita. As they neared St. Christopher's, Chris began wheezing, his breathing becoming more strained as he ran. Finally, he stopped, doubled over gasping for breath. "Damn my lungs," Chris said, knowing that he would have to rest for a moment to recuperate. Then, he went down on his knees.
     
     Rita turned and went back, putting her arms around Chris. She knew his body, permanently injured from his gunshot wounds, was causing Chris to falter. Chris looked up at her, "Sam, I'm sorry. Give me a minute."
     
     "It's okay, it's okay. I know this is hard on you. This just gives me another reason to want to shoot Montoya myself."
     
     Chris managed a smile at her remark. Harry caught up with them, flashlight and cell phone in hand, "Good thing we got out of there, I just heard shooting from that direction. I think my car must be totaled." Holding the phone up, Harry added, "I just called for backup to start circling St. Christopher's in unmarked cars. I know they'll work as fast as they can, but I don't think they can get there before us. We've got to get going. Chris, can you get up?" Harry extended his hand, and Chris pulled himself up.
     
     "I'm fine. Just needed a breather. Come on, let's go."
     

Chapter VIII

     The three took off running again. As they neared the back of St. Christopher's, they saw a black Cadillac parked behind the building. A flicker of movement in the semi-dark interior of the building caught their attention.
     
     Chris paused, giving his body another moment to rest. He whispered, "I had to come here once when I was in Vice. If I recall, the kitchen is in the back with a bathroom on the side, and the main room is open with cots in it. From the looks of it, the electricity must be off."
     
     "Let's work ourselves quietly to the windows," suggest Harry. "Maybe we can hear something. I imagine his goons will be back soon to tell them that we weren't in the car when they shot it up."
     
     Before Rita took a step, Chris put his arms around her tightly. "Rita," he whispered in her ear, "I love you more than life itself," and then he kissed her as passionately as he had kissed her on the night he first told her that he loved her.
     
     Rita responded with the same passion. She broke away, aware that Chris was making one last attempt to persuade her to stay behind. "I love you, Chris. Forever. But part of our love is in that building, and I am going with you."
     
     Chris nodded mutely, finally accepting her decision. Harry looked at them, "Come on, let's do this."
     
     With that they quietly eased up to the building. At the first window there were no sounds. The same followed at the second and third. However, at the fourth window, they could hear Frannie singing softly to Sammy. Harry sagged in relief at the sound.
     
     Rita looked at Chris, her lips trembling as she grabbed his hand.
     
     Montoya's voice could be heard near the front door. "What do you mean, they weren't at the car? I told them to wait there or else. Check the area, they must be hiding nearby. They won't go too far from that telephone since I'm supposed to call back in a few minutes. No, wait. Go back and stay out of sight. I'll call back in about 30 minutes. When they come out to answer from wherever they are hiding, kill them. Call me as soon as it's over. I'll take care of the woman. The baby, I don't know. Maybe I can sell him."
     
     Chris' face turned red with rage, and he lunged towards the building. Harry grabbed his arm and shook his head. He mouthed the words, "Not now, Chris. Wait."
     
     Harry peeked into the window. Frannie sat on the edge of a cot about 4 feet from him. She looked up at that moment and squealed when she saw him. Harry ducked. Montoya spun around, "Woman, what are you making a noise for? I told you to be quiet."
     
     "A mouse, I saw a mouse," she said, stealing a glance at the window. Harry raised his head again. With a backwards glance at her captor, whose back was now to her, Fran did a thumbs up at Harry and then blew him a kiss.
     
     Harry whispered to Chris and Rita. "Would you believe there's only one person in there with Montoya? We can take them easy. They have no idea we're here."
     
     "But Harry," said Rita, "We can't go in there shooting. Our bullets can just as easily hit Fran and Sammy."
     
     Harry looked at them, trying to decide what to do. "We'll have to wait until one goes outside or to another room. I don't imagine Montoya will move away from his prize hostages. So, if we can grab the guy standing at the door, then we'll only have Montoya to deal with."
     
     Chris nodded in agreement to the plan. "Okay. Rita, I'll go to the door with Harry."
     
     Rita whispered, "Be careful. Sammy needs a dad."
     
     Chris grinned, "I will. Besides, we've still got that project to finish."
     
     "Project, what project?" whispered Harry, confusion clearly written on his face.
     
     Chris patted him on the shoulder. "We'll tell you later. Right now, let's get to the door. If the hired gun steps out, Harry and I will grab him as quietly as we can, Rita. You stay here. When we go in after Montoya, you crawl in the window and see if you can get Fran and Sammy out. Come on, Harry."
     
     Harry and Chris edged towards the front door staying in the shadows. A street light nearby gave enough illumination for them to see and to be seen.
     
     Finally, Chris and Harry were close enough to the door to hear Montoya talking to his companion.
     
     "Gutierrez, I will make the call in a few minutes. After they are dead, I will take care of the woman, and we will leave."
     
     "Yes, sir. Do I have time for a smoke?"
     
     Montoya answered, "Yes."
     
     Gutierrez stepped outside and walked a few steps away from the door pulling out his cigarettes. Chris and Harry walked softly up behind him. Chris wrapped his left arm around the man while covering his mouth with his right hand. "Make a move, slimeball," he whispered, fury in his voice, "and I'll break your neck. My friend, here, has something to say to you."
     
     Harry shoved his gun in the man's ribs. "Just give me an excuse," Harry muttered softly, "Any excuse."
     
     Gutierrez shook his head letting them know he understood. Harry holstered his gun and handcuffed Gutierrez' right wrist. Pulling him over to a chain fence located at the side of the building, Harry slipped the remaining handcuff on a metal post.
     
     Chris grabbed a rag laying on the ground and shoved it in Gutierrez' mouth. Chris leaned up against him, putting pressure on the man's windpipe. "You make one move, one little noise, you smelly piece of garbage, and I'll stomp you into the ground after I gut you. You understand?"
     
     Gutierrez' eyes bugged out, and he nodded yes.
     
     "Good."
     
     With that, Harry said softly, "Montoya is going to come looking for this chump in a minute. But he's going to be careful. If Montoya can't see him, he'll go back inside and call in reinforcements. That, we don't need. I say we go for him now before any of his pals get here. Our guys should be arriving soon, but I don't think we should wait."
     
     Chris nodded in agreement. He then turned and waved at Rita who stood at the window nearest Fran and Sammy. She waved back and quietly began climbing into the window.
     
     Montoya stepped outside just as Rita crawled through the window. "Gutierrez! Where are you?" Chris and Harry edged slowly through the darkness towards Montoya. Before they could reach him, he stepped back inside the darkened building. Rita ducked beneath the cot, but her movement caught Montoya's eye.
     
     "Who's there?" he shouted.
     
     Frannie spoke up, gathering Sammy in her arms. "It's a rat. I told you I saw a mouse earlier."
     
     "Woman, do you think I'm stupid?" He advanced in the semidarkness toward the cot concealing Rita.
     
     As Montoya neared Fran and the baby, Chris and Harry eased inside, guns drawn. Chris scanned the room. He knew Rita was inside but could not see her.
     
     At that moment, an ambulance, on its way to an accident, came screaming down the street. Harry realized that Montoya would think it was a police siren.
     
     Bringing the flashlight up with his left arm and shining the light in Montoya's eyes, Harry shouted, "Montoya, freeze!"
     
     Montoya whirled around at the sound of Harry's voice, drawing his gun. Blinded by the light, he shot wildly at Chris and Harry who dove to the floor as they dodged the bullets. Montoya used his free hand and grabbed Fran. Sammy began crying loudly, having been frightened by the noise of the gunshots.
     
     Montoya turned with Fran and Sammy in front of him, unaware that Rita was slowly creeping up behind him in the dark. Fran struggled to quiet Sammy.
     
     Chris and Harry remained on the floor with their guns drawn, neither having shot their gun for fear of hitting a loved one. At that moment, Rita reached Montoya from the rear. She put the gun to his head. "Let them go," she demanded, "and I won't kill you."
     
     "You must be Rita," said Montoya, unable to mask the surprise in his voice.
     
     "I said let them go," Rita demanded again, anger in her voice. "I will kill you," she said slowly, emphasizing the word "will" as she cocked her gun.
     
     "I don't think so," he said, lowering his gun and pointing it at Sammy.
     
     Seeing the gun at Sammy's head, Harry made a split second decision and screamed, "Duck, Frannie!"
     
     Frannie fell to the floor covering Sammy as Rita, Harry, and Chris pulled the triggers of their guns, but not before Montoya fired a shot at Frannie. Montoya fell in a heap on top of Frannie. Sammy lay screaming under Fran.
     
     Harry put his gun in his holster and whipped out his phone, dialing for help even as he ran toward the three on the floor. Chris broke into a run also. Rita was on her knees on the floor trying frantically to move Montoya off Fran. The three of them struggled together pulling Montoya off Frannie's body and then they gaped in horror when they saw Frannie was covered in blood.
     
     Frannie lay still, her eyes closed, making no noise. Harry pulled her into his arms, "Frannie, Frannie, oh dear God, Frannie!"
     
     Rita picked the screaming Sammy up off the floor. Chris and Rita frantically searched their son's body and found no injuries. Sammy quieted finally as Rita, almost speechless in relief, rocked him in her arms. Chris went down on his knees beside Frannie. Harry was crying, trying to get a response from her motionless body.
     
     Chris began searching Frannie looking for a bullet wound or injuries. "Harry, I don't find a bullet entry on her, but she's got a huge knot on her head. I think she's just out cold. Probably got a concussion."
     
     "Really, Chris, are you sure?"
     
     "Pretty sure."
     
     "Thank God."
     
     At that moment, Frannie's eyes fluttered open. "Heshy, it's about time you got here. Sammy, is Sammy all right?"
     
     Rita leaned over, "He's fine. Frannie, I can never thank you enough. You saved my baby."
     
     "Yeah, Frannie, thank you," Chris said leaning over to kiss her cheek.
     
     "It's all my fault," Frannie cried tearfully, "I wasn't paying attention when I got off to change planes. Some guy just walked up to me when I was coming out of the ladies room, stuck a gun in my ribs, and the next thing I knew I was in the back of a black Cadillac."
     
     "Frannie," said Harry, "It wasn't your fault. If you hadn't given us your location, we would never have found you. Montoya never even realized that you were giving us directions."
     
     "Montoya, where is he?" she asked, turning her head around. She saw Montoya's body and closed her eyes. "I see you got him."
     
     At that moment, a squad of police cars drove up with an ambulance screaming behind them.
     
     Chris went to the door and showed the officers Montoya's body. The paramedics followed behind the police and began examining Frannie and Sammy after declaring Montoya dead.
     
     "Mrs. Lipschitz," said one of the paramedics, "I think you need checking out at the hospital. That's a bad contusion on your forehead." Frannie sighed heavily, thinking of her own bed at home but agreed. Harry helped Frannie stand up and walked her to the ambulance. As the ambulance departed, Harry followed in a police car.
     
     The paramedic began checking Sammy over, "I don't think he's hurt at all. Just need his mother."
     

Chapter IX

     Rita hugged Sammy to her tightly as she and Chris left the building and walked across the street to get away from the noise. Sammy mercifully went back to sleep when Rita and Chris sat down at a picnic table.
     
     Chris draped his arm around Rita and looked around realizing that they were sitting near the area where they had taken their wedding vows. "Rita, I don't think I was ever so scared in my life."
     
     "Me either, Chris," said Rita, noticing at that moment that Officer Diego was walking across the street to them.
     
     Diego shook their hands before saying, "Montoya has three bullets in him. We can't tell which one killed him, but I don't think there's going to be a problem with his death considering the circumstances."
     
     Rita looked at Diego. "I hope it was my bullet that killed him. He wanted revenge for his brother's death, but I was the one who got revenge in the end."
     
     Diego looked at her, nodding, "I understand. Do you two want a ride to the hospital to check on the Captain's wife?"
     
     Rita looked down at Sammy. "I think I better go back to Harry and Fran's house and settle Sammy down for the rest of the night. Chris," she suggested, "you go to the hospital."
     
     Chris nodded in agreement. They walked to the nearest police car and got in watching as the coroner's deputy had the body bag moved from the building to an ambulance. Gutierrez was being unchained from the fence, and an officer was reading him his rights.
     

Chapter X

     A few minutes later, Chris arrived at the hospital to find Harry walking the halls.
     
     "They won't let me in while they examine her. For crying out loud, I'm her husband."
     
     "Harry, calm down. The doctors can't examine her with you breathing down their necks.
     
     "I guess you're right. Rita and Sammy okay?"
     
     "Yeah, they're at your house. Montoya is at the morgue with 3 bullets in him."
     
     "They better lock the morgue. I'm going back tomorrow and shoot him again. Hmmph! We showed him. Montoya wanted revenge. Well," Harry exclaimed as he pointed at his chest, "I got my revenge instead, for his brother shooting one of my best friends and for his kidnapping my wife and godson."
     
     Chris looked at him stunned for a moment, remembering that Rita had just said almost the exact same thing.
     
     The doors to the exam rooms opened, and a doctor walked out, "Mr. Lipschitz?"
     
     Harry spun around, "Yes."
     
     "I'm Dr. Miller. Your wife is fine. She does have a concussion so she needs to stay overnight. Otherwise, she's unhurt."
     
     "Thank you, Doctor. May I go in to see her?"
     
     "Certainly. Follow me, and I'll walk you to her room."
     
     A half hour later, Harry and Chris walked out of the hospital into a waiting police car which headed to Harry's house. The house was lit up, and an unmarked police car sat outside. Donnie Dogs' limo was in the drive. Harry walked over to the police car, "You guys did a great job tonight. Go on home."
     
     The officer replied, "With all due respects, sir, we think we'll stay the night. Never know when a loose end might turn up. Oh, by the way, your car is in pretty bad shape. We've had it hauled to a repair shop. We did arrest the shooters, and we're pretty sure that all of Montoya's men are under arrest."
     
     "Good work. I really appreciate it."
     
     Harry turned and walked into the house with Chris. Donnie sat on the couch. "Chris, Harry, so glad to see you back safe and sound. The cops outside said Mrs. Lipschitz is okay. Rita is in bed asleep. Sammy, too."
     
     "If you don't mind, I think I'll check on them myself," said Chris.
     
     Donnie answered, "Sure. Harry, I hope you don't mind that I came by to check on things after I heard what happened tonight?"
     
     "No, Donnie, I don't mind. But right now, we're tired so we're going to bed. So, I'll just say goodnight."
     
     "Sure, Harry."
     
     Donnie walked to the front door just as Chris came back to the living room. Donnie turned and looked at Chris for a moment, "Chris, you do realize what a lucky guy you are, don't you."
     
     "Yeah, Donnie, like I said, no one ever has to remind me."
     
     "You take good care of Rita. I'll still hammer you into the ground if you make her unhappy."
     
     "Donnie, I told you that would never happen, and it won't. I love her more than my own life."
     
     "Yeah, I know that," he said almost whispering to himself. "Well, take care. And don't be such strangers." With that he walked out the door.
     
     Harry looked at Chris. "You know he's sort of in love with Rita. I think he keeps hoping you'll mess up so Rita will be available again."
     
     "Yeah, well, he can keep wishing. Harry, I'm going to bed. This night has been too long!"
     
     "Go ahead, Chris. I'll be right behind you as soon as I call the hospital one more time and check on Frannie.
     
     After a quick shower and a check on Sammy in the next bedroom, Chris walked into the bedroom where Rita lay asleep. Climbing into bed, he pulled Rita into his arms. Chris closed his eyes attempting to sleep but each time he shut his eyes, his mind replayed the shooting.
     
     "How's Fran?" asked Rita.
     
     "I'm sorry, Rita. I didn't mean to wake you. Fran's fine."
     
     "Can't you sleep?"
     
     "It's just that every time I close my eyes, I see a gun pointed at my baby's head."
     
     Rita brushed her fingers down his cheek. "Think of something pleasant. I know it sounds silly but try."
     
     "What do I think about?"
     
     "I don't know. Just shut your eyes and concentrate on a happy moment."
     
     Chris shut his eyes. Slowly a wide grin, the grin that Rita loved, spread across his face. Rita sat up on her elbow wondering what was going through his mind. Finally, curiosity got the better of her. "Okay, Chris, tell me what you're thinking."
     
     Chris pulled her down close to him and whispered, "I'm visualizing the look on your face the first time we made love."
     
     Rita blushed and then giggled softly, "You are so bad."
     
     "No, I'm not. I'm parfait."
     
     Rita punched him playfully.
     
     Chris pulled her face down to his and began kissing her, "I'd like a live replay, if you don't mind."
     
     Rita smiled at him, "I don't mind at all."
     

EPILOGUE - 6 WEEKS LATER

     Chris walked out onto the patio of the silent condo and sat down in the porch swing. He smiled as Rita walked the few steps from where she and Sammy were playing and sat down by him. Chris put his right arm around her and pulled her close to him. Neither said a word as they kissed. Rita reached over and grasped his left hand pulling it to rest on her abdomen. She smiled up at Chris, an unspoken message in her eyes. Chris stared intently at her for a moment, breaking into a grin before kissing her again.
     
     Sammy crawled up to his father and struggled to pull himself up. Chris reached down and sat his son in his lap. Chris whispered to Rita, "I'd love a little girl with big green eyes like her mother." Rita smiled as she lay her head on Chris' shoulder.
     

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