Searching for Cate
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Authors: Marie Ferrarella
As if she was looking into the mirror and seeing into the past.
Joan cleared her throat, her nervousness growing. “Can I help you?”
Cate kept looking at the woman in the bed, searching for some foolproof sign. All the while knowing that there wouldn't be one. “That all depends.”
“On what?” Joan whispered the words, now clearly fatigued.
Cate took a step toward her then stopped. She was afraid that the woman would pass out if she came any closer. Did she know? On some instinctive level?
Cate put her thoughts into words. “On whether you're willing to admit that you're my mother.”
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Dear Reader
What if, one day, you wake up to discover that everything you believed to be true, wasn't? That the parents you'd always loved really weren't your parents? How would you feel? These are the emotions that FBI Special Agent Cate Kowalski finds herself facing. She'd gone into law enforcement to honor and emulate the father she'd always adored, the father who was killed in the line of duty while she was still in her teens. Now, she finds the very reason for who and what she is has been based on a lie. This is the premise behind
Searching For Cate.
It is Cate who is searching for herself, the way that, in part, we all search for ourselves, except that in her case she has to begin from scratch. The search for her birth parents brings her to Southern California and eventually, into the life of Dr. Christian Graywolf, a selfless physician who is also one of the walking wounded. Together, slowly, they each heal the gaping hole in the other's soul.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And, as always, I wish you love.
To Marsha Zinberg, who asked, and Patience Smith, who said yes.
Thank you.
“W
hat do you mean it's not compatible?”
Special Agent Catherine Kowalski stared at the short, husky lab technician before her. A basket filled with vials, syringes and other blood-letting paraphernalia was looped over his arm and he looked at her as if she were a deranged troll who had wandered out of a fairy tale.
The drone of voices in the hospital corridor outside her mother's single-care unit faded into the background as she tried to make some kind of sense of what the man had just told her.
It's a mistake, a voice whispered in her head. But still, there was this terrible tightening in the pit of her stomach, as if she was about to hear something she didn't want to hear.
This was absurd, she thought. Just a small foul-up, nothing more.
“She's my mother. How could my blood type be incompatible with hers? There has to be some mistake,” Cate insisted.
There was no sympathy on the technician's rounded, pockmarked face, just a weariness that came from doing the same laboratory procedures day after endless day. There was more than just a touch of indignation in his eyes at being questioned.
His voice was flat, nasal. “No mistake. I tested it twice.”
Her stomach twisted a little harder. Somewhere in the distance, an alarm went off, followed by the sound of running feet. She blocked it out, her mind focused on what this new information ultimately meant.
No more surprises, I can't handle any more surprises.
Cate had graduated near the top of her class at Quantico. In the field, there were few better. But on the personal front, she felt as if her life had been falling apart for the past few years.
And this might be the final tumble.
Cate's eyes narrowed. Her voice was low, steely. “Test it again.”
Submitting to the blood-typing test had been nothing more than an annoying formality in Cate's eyes. She'd thought it a waste of time even as she agreed.
Time had always been very precious to her.
Ever since she could remember, for reasons she could never pin down, she'd always wanted to cram as much as she could into a day, into an hour. It was as if soon, very soon, her time would run out. Over the years, every so often, she'd tried to talk herself out of the feeling.
Instead, she'd been proven to be right. Because there hadn't been enough time, not with the father whom she adored. Officer Thaddeus Kowalski, Big Ted to his friends, had died in the line of duty, protecting one of his fellow officers during the foiling of an unsuccessful liquor store robbery. She was fifteen at the time. It seemed like the entire San Francisco police force turned out for his funeral. She would have willingly done without the tribute, if it meant having her father back, even for a few hours.
When she was a little girl, they used to watch all the old classic westerns together, and her father always told her that he wanted to die with his boots on. She'd cling to him and tell him that he could never die. He'd laughed and told her not to worry. That he wasn't prepared to go for a very long time.
He'd lied to her and died much too soon.
As had Gabe Summer.
Special Agent Gabriel Summer, the only man she had ever allowed herself to open her heart to. Gabe, who had stubbornly assaulted the walls she'd put up around herself until they'd finally cracked and then come down. Gabe, who somehow managed to keep an upbeat attitude about everything in general and humanity in particular.
Gabe, of whom nothing more than his arm had been found in the rubble that represented a nation's final departure from innocence on that horrific September 11 morning in 2001.
Like her father, Gabe had left her much, much too soon. They never had the chance to get married the way they'd planned, or have the children he wanted so much
to have with her. The lifetime she'd hoped for, allowed herself to plan for, hadn't happened. Because there wasn't enough time.
And now, with her mother diagnosed with leukemia and her bone marrow discovered not to be a match, Cate had thought at the very least she could donate blood to be stored for her mother so that when a match would be foundâas she knew in her heart just
had
to be foundâat least the blood supply would be ample.
But now here was this stoop-shouldered man myopically blinking at her behind rimless eyeglasses, telling her something that just couldn't be true.
“I can't test it again,” he informed her flatly. “I've got work to do.”
Lowering his head, he gave the impression that he was prepared to ram his way past her if she didn't let him by.
Cate planted herself in front of him. At five foot four, she wasn't exactly a raging bull. To the undiscerning eye, she might have even looked fragile. But every ounce she possessed was toned and trained. She was far stronger than she appeared and knew how to use an opponent's weight against him.
She temporarily halted the technician's departure with a warning glare.
“Look, a lot goes on in the lab. You people are overworked and underpaid and mistakes
are
made. I need you to test my blood again. And then, if you get the same results, test hers. Just don't come back and tell me they're incompatible, because they're not. They can't be.”
The small man stepped back, his eyes never leav
ing her face. “Lady, you're AB positive. Your mother's O. I don't care how many tests you want me to run, that's not going to change. You give her your blood, she dies, end of story.” He drew himself up to the five foot three inches he came to in his elevator shoes. The vials in the basket clinked against one another. Annoyance creased his wide brow, traveling up to his receding hairline. “Now, I've got other patients to see to.”
“Problem?”
Cate recognized the raspy voice behind her immediately, even before she turned around. It belonged to Dr. Edgar Moore.
Doc Ed.
Tall, with a full head of thick silver hair that added to the impression of a lion patrolling his terrain, Doc Ed had been her family's primary physician long before the term had taken on its present meaning. It was Doc Ed who had held her and comforted her when she'd found out about her father's death. And it was Doc Ed who had called her at the field office to tell her to come home, that her mother needed her even if Julia Kowalski was too stubborn to get on the phone and place the call herself.
Cate had gotten herself reassigned to the San Francisco field office, where she'd initially started her career. That allowed her to see to her mother's care. It didn't help. Her mother's condition was worsening by the week. By the day. Time was slipping away from her and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
On the verge of feeling overwhelmed, Cate sighed with relief. Reinforcements had arrived. Doc Ed would put this irritating person in his place.
She refrained from hugging the doctor, even though she felt the urge. Instead, fighting for control over her frayed emotions, banking down the scared feeling growing like an overwatered weed, Cate brushed aside a strand of straight blond hair that had fallen into her face.
“Doc Ed, could you please tell this man that his infallible lab
has
made a mistake.”
The doctor's warm gray eyes looked from the annoyed technician to the young woman he'd known since her first bout of colic. “How's that?”
Cate took a breath and collected herself. She hadn't realized that her temper was so close to snapping. The restraint she'd always valued so highly was in short supply.
She gestured toward the technician and stopped to read his name tag. “Bob here is telling me that I can't donate blood to my mother. That our blood types are incompatible.” The laugh that punctuated her statement was short and mirthless. And nervous. “We both know that can't be true.”
The moment the words were out of her mouth, they tasted bitter. Like bile. Instincts honed on the job pushed their way into her private life. Once again whispering that something was wrong. Very, very wrong. That the twisting feeling in her gut was there for a reason. There were no planes flying into buildings, no bullets firing, no cells mutating and turning cancerous, but something was still wrong. She could feel it vibrating throughout her whole body.
Because Doc Ed's affable face had taken on a look of concern.
Cate suddenly felt like throwing up. Like running down the hall with her hands over her ears so she couldn't hear anything, anything that would further shake up her already shaken world.
She did neither. But it was all she could do to hang on. She'd spent a good part of her life trying to be tough, trying to live up to Big Ted's reputation. He'd had no sons and she felt she owed it to him, because in her eyes, he'd been the greatest father to ever walk the earth.
But she wasn't sure just how much more of life's sucker punches she could take and still remain standing, remain functioning.
“Can't be true, right?” Cate heard herself asking quietly. Holding her breath.
Doc Ed sighed. “Cate, maybe it's time that you and your mother talked.”
Every bone in her body stiffened, braced for an assault. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.
“We talk all the time, Doc.” Her voice was hollow to her ear.
Behind her, Bob, the lab technician, took his opportunity to hurry away. She heard the rattle of the vials as he escaped down the hall. But her mind wasn't on the other man. It was centered on the expression on Doc Ed's face, which did nothing to give her hope.
She wasn't going to like whatever it was that she was going to hear. She was willing to bet a year's salary on it, and she had never been a betting person.
“At least,” she added, “I thought we talked. But I guess I thought wrong.”
Doc Ed made no answer. Instead, he lightly cupped her elbow and guided her back into the room she'd vacated several minutes ago when she'd seen the technician making his rounds. Her mother had been dozing off.
Cate had waylaid the lab tech in the hallway, once again stating her impatience. She wanted to begin donating blood, the first of what she intended to be several pints. Frustration had assaulted her even before he'd opened his mouth to tell her the bad news.
Ever since she'd learned that her mother had leukemia, Cate had felt completely frustrated. There was nothing she could do to change the course of events. When her bone marrow turned out not to be a match, it had just fed her impatience, making her that much more determined to be able to help somehow. She'd immediately taken it upon herself to spearhead a search amid the San Francisco bureau personnel and their families for a donor. So far, there had been none who matched.
More frustration.
And now, this, whatever “this” was.
“Julia.” Doc Ed's gravelly voice was as soft as Cate had ever heard it as he addressed her mother.
The pale woman in the bed stirred and then turned her head in their direction. The look on Julia Kowalski's face told Cate that her mother was braced for more bad news. Resigned to it.
Don't be resigned, Mama. Fight it. Fight it!
Cate found herself blinking back tears as she approached her mother's bed and took the small, weak hand into hers.
She could almost
feel
time slipping through her fingers. Her soul ached.
Julia tried to force her lips into a smile as she looked at her daughter. “Yes?” The single word came out in a whisper.
“Cate just found out that her blood doesn't match yours.” Moving over to the bed, Doc Ed took his patient's other hand and held it for a long moment. “Julia, it's time.”
“Time?” Cate echoed. A shaft of panic descended, spearing her. She fought to push it away without success. Her heart hammering, she looked at the man who, over the years, she'd regarded as her surrogate grandfather. “Time for what?”
“Something that you should have been told a long time ago.” His words were addressed to her, but Doc Ed was looking at the woman in the bed as he said them. “I'll leave the two of you alone now.” Releasing Julia's hand and placing it gently on top of the blanket, Doc Ed made his way to the door. Pausing to look at them for a moment longer, he added, “I'll be by later to look in on you, Julia. And Dr. Conner will be by shortly.”
Cate was vaguely aware of the reference to her mother's oncologist as she watched the door close behind him.
Sealing her in with her mother and whatever secret the woman had kept from her all this time.