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Marilyn woke up and immediately felt confused and "hung over." What happened to me? she thought. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand-one in the morning. What's going on?

The mobile crime lab personnel were waiting for me as I pulled up to Marilyn's place. They gathered their equipment from the trunks of their cars and followed me inside, I briefed them in the hall, not wanting to go inside and further contaminate the crime scene. As I waited out there my cell phone rang.

After finishing her conversation with Pete, Beth got up to make herself breakfast; after all she was now eating for two. After she left Susan's house, she had gone straight to the drug store and purchased a home pregnancy test. Much to her delight, the test had come back positive.

It was now two hours since Pete had been shot, and the hospital looked like a media event at some Hollywood movie premier.

I told you that I had pretty much figured out what happened out there at the shooting scene, but that I needed the doctor to tell me what type of rounds Pete was hit with.

The next week saw an uptick in the wave of excitement and news interest surrounding Pete's shooting. Pete himself was up and walking around the hospital, and beginning to get cabin fever.

I thought about Eddie on my drive home. He seemed to be an anachronism, for he was living thirty years in the past-still carrying his revolver and practicing tactics that had proven to be fatal to cops over the years.

The week progressed slowly, nothing really significant happening at work. We made several gun arrests and caught a couple of armed robbery suspects.

Man, this early morning stuff is killing me, said Kim. How long before we can get back to normal workout hours Marilyn?

So how did it go this morning," I asked Marilyn as we loaded our gear into the unmarked squad car. "It went well Pete. ASA Malinchak was on board with what we talked about and gave Matthew a personal recognizance bond; his mom was thrilled.