Detective
Musharef offered to drive. Stone let him. He was a nice enough guy;
Stone wanted to try and make this work.
They
talked as they headed towards the crime scene. Musharef had just had
a short story published in a magazine. He was about to test for his
2nd Degree black belt in Taekwondo. He volunteered at a local
children's theatre company. It wasn't that he was bragging, only that
wherever Stone tried to take the conversation, Musharef had an
achievement waiting there. He offered them up humbly, as casual
points of interest, not badges of honor. All that and the Lt. had said he
was a great cop too.
Stone
thought about Colleen, about his tour of duty. Thought about his
therapy for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Thought about his therapy
after Riveta... Thought about Riveta. Wondered where everything had
gone. Not gone wrong, or gone right. Just gone.
And
he thought about that message on his answering machine. Just as
Musharef started telling a story.
"So
my girlfriend calls me and says 'Do you remember that dream I had
last night?'. She had had this dream about being bitten by a spider
and all these baby spiders growing inside her. Now at this point she
didn't know I had been invited by my buddy to see the latest Spiderman movie
yet. So she tells me how in the novel she's reading while she's
waiting at the pharmacy, there's this character who collects spiders.
And right then, this little girl who's there with her mom, says,
'Look mom-' and she holds up this tangled bit of string '-I made a
spider!' Weird, huh?"
The
same pattern occurring at all levels.
We
have to find a way out.
A
call came in on the police band. "All units be advised. A
suspect has been spotted on foot in the Davis-Brockton area, female,
mid-teens, brown skin, black hair, goes by the name Meagan."
"That's
where we're headed," Musharef said.
"All
units please be advised. A large animal, likely a canine, possibly
rabid, has also been reported in that area..."
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