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to... Only you.....aren't him...Why couldn't you have been him? To...tonight ..of all nights..## said
the unseen, groggy sounding girl. "Oh,... I feel ...so sick.... I shouldn't've-" There came the
sound of vomiting and it was a fairly long time before Dixie heard the sounds of the girl's difficult
breathing again.
Dixie didn't waste time reestablishing dialogue to dig for information. She
opted on delaying long enough for a trace to be successful. "Who's him? Can you tell me his name?
Hello? Who's the one you wanted to speak to tonight?"
Johnny mouthed two words. "Stall her."
and threw his hands apart in a growing expanding gesture.
Dixie nodded in an exaggerated,
irritated, I know that already move.
They could both hear Cap on his private office line with
the phone company, setting up a trace to their kitchen phone's number echoing quietly through the
vehicle bay and a twin voice from Lopez, setting up the slower second trace via L.A.. over the station's
alcove mic.
##...Mike..... Mike Stoker..## sighed the weak voice answering Dixie's question.
Dixie's eyes flashed panic. ..Should he get on the phone?.. she wrote in a panic. ..Where
is he?..
"I know him. He's a good friend of mine. And yes, he's still here.....working.."
Dixie told the girl. "But he's out of the room. Can you hold on a moment while I find him?"
Gage wrote back on a pad that Chet gave him from his pocket. ..He went to move the engine into the
driveway to run her hot if we can trace this call and find out where she is.. He'll be right back..
##No tricks.. What's your....name?##
"Dixie. What's yours?" she tried again, while Johnny
hugged his head near hers to listen in.
##Uh uh. No clues. I'll only talk to him... I know
him.... See?" gasped the girl. ##Put him on... Now..## demanded the short of breath caller. ##
I...I don't think I have much....time left..##
Gage scribbled a furious suggestion. ..Tell her
he's hanging hose and that it'll be a few minutes while he climbs down for the phone.. It's dark
outside..
Dixie told her.
##Ok,... I'll wait ...those couple of... minn.. utes.. But no
more! I don't ...trust you, yet, Dixie...*gasp* Only him..##
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Morton sat still and contemplative next to Roy where they were at the little writing desk in the
bunkroom. The tiny lamp was on and an HT was in Roy's lap already connected to Cap's in the office.
And he was listening intently. He had already unscrewed the talking microphone in the mouthpiece
of the dial out phone receiver so that he and Dr. Morton wouldn't be overheard by Dixie or the girl.
"Does this happen very often?" Morton asked DeSoto.
"Not very often. This is maybe the third
time it's happened since I started in the department. And all three of those calls came to this station.
Enough for us to develop our own game plan on how to try and handle it..." said a paling Roy. "It's
ironic though."
"What is?" asked the Rampart doctor. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's
just that Johnny and I were going to take our new "suicide call to the station" protocol ideas to
the fire department board of directors tommorrow on our mutual day off. So we could fine tune
things for just this kind of worse case scenario."
Morton nodded in sympathy. "She sounds bad.."
"Yeah. There's no denying that this isn't real. Do you think it's pills?"
"No. She's speaking
too lucidly for that. Dixie can't seem to trick her into releasing any information here."
"Natural
gas?" Roy guessed again, grasping at straws.
"No, we're not hearing any hissing in the background.
Anyone who wants to die that way usually sits in the same room as the source. Besides, that bird
singing in the background would've asphyxiated long before she'd even START to feel the effects of
that."
"The minehole canary idea?"
"My modern day version of one.." Morton remarked darkly.
"I don't think I like the way your mind thinks, doctor. It's too morbid."
"Sorry, I was trained
to think clinically, using symptoms. And right now, her symptoms are too vague to pin anything on."
Morton said. "I'm stuck with pure suppositions."
"Let's concentrate here. Maybe her breathing
pattern'll match something. We know she's already vomited enough to sound projectile."
"A
chemical irritant..." Morton agreed.
"Right. With no head injury. Ruled out and refuted. Again,
due to the current level of her talking ability. So no gunshot wounds there or ...." Roy thought
hard.
"But what about a knife? She could be bleeding to death.." Morton asked. "Slashed wrists?
Could she be a cutter?"
"Nah, bleeders never vomit, not until near the end." Roy said.
"Now
who's getting morbid?"
"Doctor, let's keep our Sherlock Holmes/ Dr. Watson observations to
ourselves and start paying closer attention here. This girl's life's in danger."
"I haven't
forgotten that for a moment, Roy. Let's keep listening and see what Johnny and Dixie can come up with.."
************************************************** Subject: Birds Of A Feather..... From: theaterhost@voyagerliveaction.com
Dixie was beside herself physically, but emotionally, she instilled false calm into her
voice, an ability born only of long years spent working in the medical field. "Can you tell me
how you're feeling?"
##Why should you care? You don't even know me..##
"I'm here at the
fire station." Dixie countered. "If I didn't care about helping people, why would I stay here to answer
the phone even a single day?"
But backward logic seemed lost on the suiciding girl and growing
beyond her. ##What?!## and she screamed in overwhelming pain. To Dixie, it sounded like someone who
had crippling abdominal pain.
##Hey! Tell me what's wrong.. Is it because of something you
ate? Maybe I can do something for you!##
##You'll only tell mom and she'll tell my shrink and
then I'll end up in the hospital again with a bunch of people who get paid trying to figure out
what's going on inside my head. I know ...how you nurses ...work..## she panted. ##You only push
paper and ....give shots and never ever do you really get to .....know the people you treat. Oh!##
the girl wailed. ## I hurt.!! It's not supposed to hurt this ...bad.##
"Tell me. What did you
do?"
There was no reply.
"Hey, listen to me. Are you alone?"
Again, came only
the sound of shuddering half breaths.
"Is there anybody with you?" McCall asked.
##No one
to care...## sighed the pain wracked girl. ##Just Raphael..and he always cheers me..*gasp* Do you
hear him? He's my ....dearest pet. ## she said through a slurred haze. ##Mom travels.. you see,
and she's never home for me when I need her. I hate being alone by myself in such a big house...##
she wailed.
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Captain Stanley met Detective Crockett at the door, who asked. "How long has she been on the line?"
"Just under five minutes. She's on the payphone in the kitchen." Hank replied.
"A payphone,
huh? That's gonna make things a little more difficult for the phone company to trace. Public communications
cabling has checks and balances and other security systems to thwart just exactly what we're trying
to do here." said Crockett. "It's not anything that was planned for in the designs. It just turned
out that way because the phone companies are now out to protect themselves and their businesses
these days."
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"My man, Roy, one of my paramedics, has an open HT to a voice pickupless speaker phone in the bunkroom.
They've been listening in..." said Cap and he turned up the volume of his handy talkie.
"Have
you been able to determine the method she's using?" the African American police detective wanted to
know.
Hank's face fell. "No. Not yet. Whatever she's doing. It's bad enough."
The two men
froze, listening to Dixie's desperate dialogue with the troubled, isolated girl and caught the scream
that made both of them wince in horror.
"Ok, captain. Me and my men will take it from here.
You get your man Stoker talking to her as soon as possible. Make him use her payphone only. As
we learn clues, I'll put out squad cars in a grid around the immediate neighborhood. That way we
might get close by enough to respond in time to reach her." said the man. "Increased numbers is the
idea.."
"And buy us time to get there with our rescue squad once your officers find her. Ok..
What do you want us to do?" asked Stanley.
"Listen close, here's the plan..." said Crockett.
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"So you live in a big house. What is it? A mansion? Or simply a big split level bungalow?" McCall
plugged.
##Definitely...a ...bung.. An- and the only thing I ....like.. here is... that Raphael
can watch the sun come up every morning because we're so high up..##
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Crockett snapped his fingers as Cap turned the volume down low again. "She sounds close. Within
a couple of miles or so. Camden Bluffs is the only house neighborhood I know of in your area that's
on clifftops."
"Mike Stoker would know more about this. He lives out that way.." said Cap.
Hank shouted. "Mike, front and center!"
A pale, worried Stoker ran in from the driveway. "I pulled
up the squad, too, Cap."
"Good. Now get ready. Yes, you're gonna be talking to this girl. From
the kitchen. But first, tell us about Camden Bluffs. How many houses are up there?"
"Is that
where she says she's from?" Stoker asked.
"Not specifically."answered Crockett. "We're just guessing.
She sounds very near. There isn't the usual city static sound of distance on the line. She doesn't
sound tinny. Not even a little bit. We think she's in the vicinity of the Camden neighborhood because
she says she lives in a bungalow high up."
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"There's around sixty houses up there. I live on the outskirts on the east side..." said Mike.
"East, did you say?" broke in Crockett.
"Yeah, why?"
"This girl said that the view was
the only thing she liked about her house, because Raphael could watch the sunrise from the window."
"Who's Raphael?"
Crockett gestured absently.. "Oh, just a family pet..."
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What does she do?" Dixie asked the girl. "Your mother..."
## Her job's......not im--p
portant. Dixie, I thought you said... th-- I was.##
"You are, hon. Please don't forget that
already. Your mother might not be there but know that I am, ok? Tell me what you like to do...."
McCall stalled.
##Where's Mike..? Y-You promised that he'd be there. Or did you lie to me?!##
she gasped.
"He's here! Don't hang up. I'll get him to hurry up... Mike! I need you on the
phone, now!"
Mike Stoker ran into the kitchen at a jog. His face was gray with fright and in
his hand, he held an HT with Stanley's name on it.
Dixie showed Mike her notes with her last
question asked written on it , encircled thickly with ink. Stoker took the phone from Dixie and
repeated it. "Tell me what you like to do."
##Is that you, Mike?##
"It's me." he said
simply.
##Oh,..I'm so...glad. * cough* I was too chicken to talk to you directly earlier ....t-today..##
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Cap looked up
in shock. "Mike had her on the phone this afternoon?!"
"Did she speak for long? The phone company
may have a recording of it. They always record what calls go into fire stations, for obvious reasons."
the policeman said.
"No, he said that he heard no voices. That it was a hang up."
"About
what time was that?" Crockett asked.
"Oh, about five minutes before we got the high school leg
injury call."
"That's a lead! I'm on it. Is your man Marco still on the air with L.A.?"
"Yes. I told him to stand by with a live channel in case we needed to patch in to this girl remotely."
Hank answered.
"Ok, get set for the next stage. I'm going to find that recording's calling
number's imprint.. Give me three minutes.."
"That's up to her.." sighed Cap as the passionate
detective left his office at a dead run.
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##I make...things. From...th- the garden.## sighed the girl.
"Ah, do you mean you bake
from it?" Stoker asked shakily.
##No, silly. Don't you remember? I craft from it. J-Jewelry and
stuff. Didn't you get my ..my present? I ....sent it through the mail to your .....stationhouse. ##
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Like a heavy shot to the heart, Mike remembered. "Gage." he hissed. "There's a package from her that
I got yesterday. I haven't opened it yet. It's sitting on the wall over my bunk. I moved it to
get it out of the way for a nap and forgot all about it. It's got to have an address on it at least!"
Johnny ran.
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Dr. Morton and Roy were still listening for clues when Gage burst into the room and skidded out
on the floor tiles onto his butt.
"Johnny! You ok?" DeSoto shouted. Together he and Morton
got him to his feet but he quickly broke out of their double grasp.
"I've got to get to it."
"Get to what?" Morton asked.
"Mike's package. The girl on the phone sent it to him! It's right
there!"
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Mike Stoker heard the sound of wretching and it was followed by the sounds of a short seizure.
"Hey.. are you ok? Talk to me..."
The thrashing ceased.
"Talk t--"
##I'm...st- here.
But I'm sooo scared, Mike. It's got blood in it.." she sobbed.
"What does? From what you threw
up?" Stoker asked.
"No, the ....other way..." and she began to cry.
"Diarrhea?"
"Yeah.
And I can't ...go anymore. I haven't for two hours.." she cried.
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Morton and Roy met in close conference over the bunk desk, thinking. "Renal failure? Intestinal
blood?" DeSoto listed her symptoms.
"It's got to be an organic poison of some kind.." Morton
guessed.
Johnny Gage slammed the box down and snatched for the mail opener. "There's no postmark
or return address." He grabbed Roy's HT. "Mike? I'm opening it!" he yelled into it.
He got
a clickback in return.
The two paramedics and doctor quickly pulled off the neat brown wrapping
and got to a white paper box, hand drawn in colored marker, filled with ornate designs of garden
flowers and butterflies: a child's work. Then they got down to tissue paper and a carefully wrapped
bundle that was meant for the engineer.
Gage ripped it open and a necklace made of natural materials
fell into their laps.
Morton snatched it up, staring. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Roy?"
"Yeah,... aren't those seed pods on that string castor beans?"
Gage held his breath. "Oh,
that poor girl. Ricin! Her mother must have some adult plants growing in the garden. If she's bitten
into even one of those seeds..."
"Let's go tell the others.." Morton commanded.
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"They couldn't
get it. She wasn't on long enough for them to trace from the recording this afternoon." Crockett told
Cap when he had returned from the receiving alcove.
"Let's check and see how the others are
doing then, shall we?" Hank said. "I refused to believe that we are plumb out of options. Things
just don't ever work out that way."
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Morton, Roy, Johnny, Cap and Detective Crockett all got into the kitchen as rapidly as they could.
They entered fast but quietly, so as not to disturb the trembling Mike, who was still on the phone
with the still living soon to be dead girl if they didn't find out where she was located in time.
"Beans.. Ask her about the beans.." Morton told Stoker with no preamble. He waved the necklace
in front of his face.
Stoker noticed that the doctor wasn't holding the necklace with his bare
hands. He had it clutched in a pillow case to protect his skin. "I will.." he squeaked.
Captain
Stanley noticed. "Doctor, are those dangerous to us?"
"No, the poison only causes local skin reactions
in this form. It can only spread by being inhaled, injected or ingested. Mike, find out how many
she swallowed..."
Dixie added. "Oh, no..these have no anti-toxin.."
"Then what do we do
once we get there?" Johnny asked intently.
"Treat the symptoms and wait it out. A stomach pump
would be more than nice. Are you fellows issued one?" Morton wondered.
"No."
Crockett
spoke up quickly. "Don't worry. You'll have one yesterday. I'll radio one of my officers and get
one from Rampart immediately. Whereever we all end up, he can just meet us there with it. " and Crockett
ran out of the room back to Marco Lopez's dispatch radio to get it done. "Give me the hospital's
exact address. I may know where it is but that officer might not know it."
"1000 West Carson
Street, in Torrance!" Captain Stanley shouted after him.
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Mike Stoker was about to ask the girl about the pods she had taken when a beautiful canary burst
out into full voice on the phone at a flare of heat lightning that flashed both over the station
and over the girl's clifftop house.
His face went white as a sheet. "A canary? Is Raphael
a pet canary?"
##.....yes....he's so beautiful.. He's my yellow angel. Always there to keep
me saf---## the girl broke off when she slipped into another convulsion.
Stoker shoved the
receiver back into Dixie's hands. "Cap, I think I know where she is! There's a white house above mine
to the left about a quarter of a mile. I swear to G*d when the wind is right, I can hear a canary
in the mornings. And windchimes...."
"Can you take us there, pal?" Hank asked.
"In a
heartbeat.."
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Station 51, with a vanguard of two squad cars, one bearing Crockett, the other bearing a stomach
pump and nasogastric tray from the hospital soon wailed through the night towards a fourteen year
old girl on the brink of death.
Mike Stoker was beside himself so Cap did one thing more while
his engineer drove fast, breaking the speed limit with permission. "L.A., Engine 51. Patch my station's
live phone through to my HT unit three, priority band one, over all units. Notify Battalion of
the override! Clear all frequencies on Tach 5 at 101.8 ! We need an immediate link to our suicide
attempt."
## 10-4, Engine 51. You have the band now at 20:07... Mark.##
L.A.'s soothing
baritone left the air and soon, the joyful canary's confused song over the lightning, returned. Chet
Kelly held the HT over Mike's mouth as he drove the Ward towards the block above his house.
"Hey,.. listen to me." Stoker shouted over the engine's sirens, until Cap flicked them off. The two
flanking squad cars and the preceding rescue squad, holding Morton, Roy and Johnny were more than
enough to ensure their safety on the dark road in front of them. "Are you still there?"
##
...*moan* It's...over soon, Raphael. We'll show mom that it's never..... ever..right to abandon me
at home for ....weeks at a time. I'm so...lonely now. It's nice to know you're there, Mike. But..I
think....I'm ...going to...die....##
"No you won't." Mike promised. "We're coming! What's your
name? At least tell me that." he begged her.
There was no reply for long moments, until Dixie's
voice on the payphone cut in. ##Listen, honey. Do you want a new pet to care for? I know people
haven't proven to be any good for you but listen... can you hear her?##
The sounds of whimpering
and puppy talk filled the cab of the rushing engine.
## We can bring her to you, just as soon
as we can. All you have to do is tell us your name.## repeated the shaken nurse.
Crockett,
in his speeding car, leaned into the scanner, with a pen from his pocket poised over his notebook.
Silence reigned over the air wave. And Mike was oh so aware of how many breaths he was breathing
in the stretching interval that follow. He was about to burst, so he blurted out. "She's my puppy.
Born a few hours ago. I'd like you to have her in exchange for that secret necklace you gave me.
Please, will you tell me? I want to know what to call you before.." Stoker broke off, overcome. "...before
it's too late."
##....promise.... ?...? ## came the softest whisper.
"Yes.."
They
all heard the sound of a door opening to the storm growing outside and the sound of a body dragging
across textured concrete. And the sounds of lightly wind stirred waves as they rippled along the
edges of what could only be a a closeby swimming pool. And the haunting wind chimes that Mike had
mentioned earlier.
##It's Soledad...." the girl sighed. "Soledad Martin.. Ah, Raphael.. Keep
singing. Keep singing until I can no longer.......hear you...## whispered the seed poisoned artist
girl who admired a firefighter from afar.
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The phone line issued a terrible splash and the HT fuzzed into a piercing signal lost squelch when
its transmissioned channel snuffed out as the girl's body fell intentionally into the deep end of
the pool.
"No!!" yelled Mike, even as Chet whipped away the radio so Mike couldn't hear her
struggles anymore. He briefly grappled with him to get it back.
Cap grabbed his arm firmly.
"Keep your mind on the road! We'll get there just as fast as humanly possible, Mike. But we have to
get there in one piece first. Understood, pal?" he said, his eyes weeping. "You've got eleven tons
of fire engine sitting under your butt and you're driving. Hold it all together until we get there!"
Mike Stoker nodded blindly, his eyes wet with incredibly fresh grief of his own. "Ok, Cap.."
he sobbed. "I hear you."
Cap then beckoned for the radio from Kelly. "Dixie,.. let us know
if you hear any more sounds. Any at all." he said grimly. "We're three minutes away at the very
least!"
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Crockett was practically eating his microphone. "Madeline! I want the address of a Soledad Martin,
a female minor living in Camden Bluffs and I want it NOW! She's just thrown herself into a pool to
drown and we're nowhere near enough to save her yet!"
The frightened police dispatcher finally
gave the information as fast as she could push it from between her lips.
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They found her at the very bottom, drifting almost peacefully under the water.
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Captain Stanley wouldn't let Mike Stoker anywhere near her as they worked to get a clear airway and
later, to get a dried off chest for an EKG reading on the pulse they had recaptured on her using
the manual defibrillator.
Dr. Morton let Roy and Johnny establish an ET first before he threaded
an NG to extract the offending seeds that Soledad had consumed. Six beans spat out into the collection
jar. And to his immense relief, all of them were unbroken and entirely free of bite marks.
Mike Stoker began to weep. "She swallowed them whole, doctor?"
"Looks like it. If she manages
to last three to five days, that'll see her over the worst of it."
"How can you treat a poison
that can't be cured?"
"You wait it out. Her condition appears young and strong. She seems to
have kept herself well fed from what the police found in her refrigerator in spite of being left to
her own devices." Morton replied as they watched Roy and Johnny package up the girl even while they
breathed for her.
"Those d*mned plants are everywhere. Glad you pointed them out to me, Dr.
Morton." said Cap, stepping near. He was putting on his jacket again after having been the one to
be Soledad's chest compressor for her CPR. "I'll know what to watch out for in the ornamentals around
houses on unknown child down calls from now on. They just might be these, then. Pretty things,
aren't they?"
"That's the trap..Grownups cultivate them in their gardens and kids find them
irresistable." Morton sighed, holding up the jar of deadly beans he had taken from Soledad's stomach.
They glistened in the moonlight, beautifully coated with an appealing speckled seagreen and maroon.
"Kids and crafters everywhere like to make them into jewelry. And they wrongly think that just because
castor oil is safe, that the plant's beans are, too."
"How..how does the toxin work, doctor?"
Mike Stoker asked as he watched the slight girl get wheeled away and rushed to Rampart by his coworkers.
"Just one milligram of ricin, one of the main toxic proteins in the plant, can kill an adult.
The ricinus lectins act by inhibiting protein synthesis by destroying a cell's ribosomes. The seed
is only toxic as the outer shell is broken or chewed open. Or baked and glazed as they usually are
to make top selling jewelry for all the art shows. People are dumb enough to be ignorant and they
buy them. Then the many children playing with these homespun necklaces get sick and die after they
eat the attractive seeds, thinking they are actually the candy pieces they appear to be." Morton
said sadly. "Early symptoms are the gastric upset and later there's kidney and circulatory failure
along with seizures and acute respiratory distress syndrome, if not complete apnea in all cases
after severe exposures."
Crockett sighed and folded his arms together. "I know of at least one
man who's been killed by ricin." he said thoughtfully. "He's on all of our books and his death is
now a subject to be taught about at the police academy.. Bulgarian Georgi Markov, was a communist
defector working for the BBC World Service, last year. He wasn't considered a popular man by his countrymen
because he was a playwright and satirist who had broadcast scathing accounts of Communist high
life to Bulgaria abroad. He was killed by a poison dart filled with ricin that was fired from an
umbrella in London last spring, 1978. Markov's assassination was detected only because the pellet
carrying the poison had not dissolved as expected properly into the muscles of his thigh. It
took him four days to die and he developed a very high fever and the most hideous symptoms. That's
why I became so distressed when I learned that the girl had taken some of this in the form of
castor beans."
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"I don't know what horrifies me more, doctor. The fact that ricin is so deadly or the fact that Soledad
knew about them from her mother and tried to take some to end her life.." Mike said, stroking the
brilliant brass cage that housed a now silent Raphael.
The brief summer storm had long since passed
without spilling a single drop of rain and that explained the bird's sudden quiescence.
There
was no more lightning for him to mistake for a rising dawn.
Stoker smiled. "And this little guy,
deserves a reward. He saved her life you know. I never would have put two and two together if he
hadn't've burst his heart out when he did."
"Miracles do happen." Chet Kelly grinned, picking
up all the paper wrapping from the medications and stimulants that they had used on the girl. "Seems
like us crew of Station 51 got a real good quality one today. Man..." he puffed, stretching like
a cat.
"Kelly.."
"What, Cap?"
"Make yourself scarce."
Kelly missed nothing
and realized that a conversation never meant for his ears was about to take place. But that was ok
in his book because he knew that fire captains sometimes needed private times to talk and sort
out problems with the men under him. Mike didn't look happy, but that was ok, too. Chet would fix
any ruffled feathers he found on him later, when they were alone. "Ok.." said Chet and he disappeared
back into the house to help the police locate information on the whereabouts of Soledad's mother.
When he was gone, Cap turned to his engineer and met his eyes. "What are you going to do now,
Mike? I mean, when she comes back home again, you'll still have your secret admirer problem looming
over your head." Cap asked with a faint smile.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. But
you know, I think we both should become friends anyway, Cap."
"Why? You know how obsessive
types usually get with us. We usually have to get a restraining order to keep them away from the station."
Hank said matter of fact.
"I know. But she's young. Only fourteen. I don't think she'll get too
bad. Not with state psychologists chaparoning all our visits together. And I think that she'll be
able to teach me how to love dogs again through that pup I'm giving her as much as I can show her
how to love other folks again. Maybe we can learn a lot ... ....from each other."
"Admirable,
my man, simply admirable.." grinned Detective Crockett with a large smile. The policeman's face lit
up the night sky like a beacon. "Outta sight."
FIN
Episode Twenty Three
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The One That Matters §§
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