Blind Side
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“No, she’s not. But you, champ, are all muscle and bone. You just settle in, Sam, and I won’t complain.”
Sherlock rose and stepped back. She looked down at Keely, whose head was tucked into Miles’s neck, then at Sam, whose eyes were already closed as his father rubbed his head.
Dr. Raines said after Sam had settled in for a while, “It’s not over yet for him, but this is a good start.” She rose. “Mr. Kettering, I would like to see Sam tomorrow morning, if that’s okay. About ten o’clock?”
Miles looked over at Savich, who’d just walked into the living room, carrying a tray. He nodded. “Yes, that would be fine, Dr. Raines. We’ll be there.”
“Please call me Sheila.”
“Thank you, Sheila. You got him to talk again. I’m very grateful.”
“He’s already out like a light. Good. Sleep, that’s the best thing for him right now.” She lowered her voice even more. “There may be nightmares, Mr. Kettering. Sam had to retreat inside himself for a while, to protect himself, you understand, to close off the horror of what happened. I coaxed him out again, made him pay attention, but the thing is, he really wanted to come back. Being with Keely will help, and with you, of course. He’s a strong little boy, you’re right about that.” She turned to Katie, waved her hand to keep her seated. “No, don’t move, Sheriff. In my medical opinion, you should stay off your size nines.”
“You’re a shrink, Sheila.”
“Yeah, but I did think once about becoming an internist, and then I decided I’d rather sleep at night. It’s been a pleasure to meet all of you. Perhaps we’ll have time to speak more tomorrow. Katie, Miles, try to keep Keely with Sam, okay? My guess is that she’s more important to him right now than any of us.”
Sheila laid her hand on Katie’s shoulder. “If you want to talk to me about things, I’m there for you, don’t forget it. It’s been a horrendous few days for all of you, but the bottom line is that Sam’s safe. By the way, I’ve always loved that sleep shirt, Pulp Nonfiction. Your dad gave it to you, right?”
“Yes, shortly before he died. Thank you for coming and helping, Sheila. I owe you.”
“Not this time you don’t. Would you look at Keely. I swear she’s grown and I saw her just a week ago.”
Dr. Raines didn’t stay for tea, saying it was well after midnight and she would be jumping off her ceiling if she got any caffeine into her at this hour.
Savich said as he set the tray down on the sofa side table, “I just spoke to Wade, Katie. He got Clancy to the medical examiner. He sounded really impressed this time with how you got Clancy. Since I didn’t know any details, I couldn’t tell him much about it. Would you like to tell me exactly what happened so I’ll know how close I was?”
Katie looked closely at the children to make sure they were asleep before she closed her eyes a moment, and leaned her head back against the chair. “Clancy jumped off the porch, I ran after him. He didn’t get far. He was wheezing when I caught up to him. I told him to freeze and, you won’t believe this, he started laughing at me, said I wouldn’t shoot him like I did Beau because if I did, I’d be a real sorry bitch, said I’d be taken down if I shot him, he promised me that.
“When he caught his breath, he ducked behind a maple tree. I think he knew I didn’t want to shoot him, that I wanted to know who he was working for. Unfortunately, I got too close and he charged me. I heard Miles coming behind me, but I knew he wasn’t in time. I tried to aim for Clancy’s knee, but when he hit me, my SIG jerked up and I got him squarely in the chest. He just stood there, staring blankly at me, as if he couldn’t believe that I’d actually shot him. He tried to reach out for my gun, but I took a step back and he just collapsed. He was dead, Miles checked him, too, to make sure. It was an accident, really. I’m sorry, guys, I wanted him alive.”
Sherlock said, “As I said before, I for one am vastly relieved that Clancy is dead. I don’t think he would ever have stopped. Now we need to find out who’s behind it.”
Savich handed each of them a cup of tea. “This is excellent tea, Katie. I was prepared to make do with a tea bag.”
“I’ve always loved Darjeeling,” she said. “My mom gave me my first cup when I was about ten years old. I’ve never looked back. Bless my mom, she replenished my stock just last week.”
Mundane things, Sherlock thought, looking from Miles to Katie, to help them put some of this fear behind them. She thought of Sean, her own beautiful little boy, and shivered. Sometimes, the littlest things, silly things really, were just what you needed to remind you that life was coming back to normal, that life was usually just fine, thank you.
Sherlock rose and stepped back. She looked down at Keely, whose head was tucked into Miles’s neck, then at Sam, whose eyes were already closed as his father rubbed his head.
Dr. Raines said after Sam had settled in for a while, “It’s not over yet for him, but this is a good start.” She rose. “Mr. Kettering, I would like to see Sam tomorrow morning, if that’s okay. About ten o’clock?”
Miles looked over at Savich, who’d just walked into the living room, carrying a tray. He nodded. “Yes, that would be fine, Dr. Raines. We’ll be there.”
“Please call me Sheila.”
“Thank you, Sheila. You got him to talk again. I’m very grateful.”
“He’s already out like a light. Good. Sleep, that’s the best thing for him right now.” She lowered her voice even more. “There may be nightmares, Mr. Kettering. Sam had to retreat inside himself for a while, to protect himself, you understand, to close off the horror of what happened. I coaxed him out again, made him pay attention, but the thing is, he really wanted to come back. Being with Keely will help, and with you, of course. He’s a strong little boy, you’re right about that.” She turned to Katie, waved her hand to keep her seated. “No, don’t move, Sheriff. In my medical opinion, you should stay off your size nines.”
“You’re a shrink, Sheila.”
“Yeah, but I did think once about becoming an internist, and then I decided I’d rather sleep at night. It’s been a pleasure to meet all of you. Perhaps we’ll have time to speak more tomorrow. Katie, Miles, try to keep Keely with Sam, okay? My guess is that she’s more important to him right now than any of us.”
Sheila laid her hand on Katie’s shoulder. “If you want to talk to me about things, I’m there for you, don’t forget it. It’s been a horrendous few days for all of you, but the bottom line is that Sam’s safe. By the way, I’ve always loved that sleep shirt, Pulp Nonfiction. Your dad gave it to you, right?”
“Yes, shortly before he died. Thank you for coming and helping, Sheila. I owe you.”
“Not this time you don’t. Would you look at Keely. I swear she’s grown and I saw her just a week ago.”
Dr. Raines didn’t stay for tea, saying it was well after midnight and she would be jumping off her ceiling if she got any caffeine into her at this hour.
Savich said as he set the tray down on the sofa side table, “I just spoke to Wade, Katie. He got Clancy to the medical examiner. He sounded really impressed this time with how you got Clancy. Since I didn’t know any details, I couldn’t tell him much about it. Would you like to tell me exactly what happened so I’ll know how close I was?”
Katie looked closely at the children to make sure they were asleep before she closed her eyes a moment, and leaned her head back against the chair. “Clancy jumped off the porch, I ran after him. He didn’t get far. He was wheezing when I caught up to him. I told him to freeze and, you won’t believe this, he started laughing at me, said I wouldn’t shoot him like I did Beau because if I did, I’d be a real sorry bitch, said I’d be taken down if I shot him, he promised me that.
“When he caught his breath, he ducked behind a maple tree. I think he knew I didn’t want to shoot him, that I wanted to know who he was working for. Unfortunately, I got too close and he charged me. I heard Miles coming behind me, but I knew he wasn’t in time. I tried to aim for Clancy’s knee, but when he hit me, my SIG jerked up and I got him squarely in the chest. He just stood there, staring blankly at me, as if he couldn’t believe that I’d actually shot him. He tried to reach out for my gun, but I took a step back and he just collapsed. He was dead, Miles checked him, too, to make sure. It was an accident, really. I’m sorry, guys, I wanted him alive.”
Sherlock said, “As I said before, I for one am vastly relieved that Clancy is dead. I don’t think he would ever have stopped. Now we need to find out who’s behind it.”
Savich handed each of them a cup of tea. “This is excellent tea, Katie. I was prepared to make do with a tea bag.”
“I’ve always loved Darjeeling,” she said. “My mom gave me my first cup when I was about ten years old. I’ve never looked back. Bless my mom, she replenished my stock just last week.”
Mundane things, Sherlock thought, looking from Miles to Katie, to help them put some of this fear behind them. She thought of Sean, her own beautiful little boy, and shivered. Sometimes, the littlest things, silly things really, were just what you needed to remind you that life was coming back to normal, that life was usually just fine, thank you.
