Fic: Ships in the Night part 13/17 (QL, Sam/Donna)


“Chief, this is Tommy.”

“Tommy, hi. Have you been keeping an eye on that young Mr. Kemp like I told you to?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did he say or do anything suspicious?”

“I don’t know about suspicious, but he was acting pretty strange.”

“How so?”

“Well, he stopped right outside the precinct and started talking to himself. It wasn’t like thinking out loud talking either. He seemed to be having a conversation with an imaginary friend or something.”

“Did you hear what he said?”

“He mentioned someone named Ziggy, said someone was trying to keep him away from Miss Marshall, and mentioned something about changing history. That’s all I caught.”

“All right. I’m going to call Ferne Marshall and ask her if she knows this guy. You stick with him, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“All right. Talk to you later.”


“Mr. Baldwin? This is Ferne Marshall.”

“Ferne, baby! Good to hear from you! How many times to I have to tell you, call me Greg.”

Donna smiled. “Well…Greg. I was wondering if I could make an appointment with you.”

“Sure. I can squeeze you in first thing tomorrow morning. What’s on your mind?”

“I suppose you heard that Allan Gardener and I have broken our engagement.”

“Yeah, it’s the latest buzz. I’m real sorry. You two made a real groovy couple.”

“Well, I’m not sorry. Anyway, I feel that since Allan and I are no longer going to be getting married, it wouldn’t be fitting to have him as my only heir, especially with what’s been happening lately.”

“I see what you mean. I’d be happy to talk to you about it. Ten AM sound okay?”

Donna hesitated for a moment, wondering if that would be soon enough. “Yes, I guess that would do.”

“All right. I’ll see you then, babe.”

“Very Well. Goodbye.”


Donna hung up the phone with a little sigh. Did all celebrity lawyers seem to think they were celebrities too, or was she just lucky?

Suddenly the phone rang. Hoping it was neither Gardener nor Baldwin, Donna picked it up. Who would have Ferne’s private number? “Hello?”

“Miss Marshall? This is Chief Harris, of the police. I was wondering if you know a Mr. Jack Kemp?”

Donna laughed. “You must not read the papers, Chief. He’s the man who saved my life.”

“Yes, ma’am, but I didn’t know if you had actually met him.”

“Why, yes I did. He came to visit me in the hospital.”

“He was in here today, ranting about you getting killed tomorrow night. I just wanted to know if you felt he was trustworthy.”

Donna felt a strange chill. How could anyone else know about that? “Yes, he struck me as a very honest man.”

“Have you any plans to remove your former fiancee from your will?”

She was stunned. “Yes.”

“Did you tell Mr. Kemp that you were going to do this?”

“No, I just decided to do it a few minutes ago.”

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the line.

“Well, I’ll be…If that kid ain’t a bloomin’ psychic…”

“Is something wrong, Chief?”

“We hope not, Miss Marshall. When you saw him, did he…talk to himself or anything?”


“No imaginary friend or anything like that?”

“No. I’m sure I would have noticed something like that.” She thought briefly of Beth.

“You can’t think of any reason we should keep an eye on him?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Well, sorry to trouble you. Thanks for your time.”

“Thank you for calling.”

“Oh, and one more thing…”


“Do you know anyone named Ziggy?”

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