Behind Jared, Peter snapped open his cell phone and called Steve. “We need a sling team, my friend, and fast. Home Warehouse, in the garden center, pull up to the far east entrance.”
The words spilled into Jared, full of orange hope and sunny yellow light, gleaming, and his vision went fuzzy. He held on to himself—just a couple hours more, gotta hang on—and he grabbed Valerie’s hand and squeezed it tight. She squeezed back. Peter smiled and patted his shoulder.
Sultan slept uneasy at their feet. 41
The ERT team stayed on site, guns drawn, eyes alert. Lawton stood with his arms crossed, chin set.
Jared got the mask over Sultan’s face, bright blue saline pads covering his open eyes. When he saw that Sultan was safely out, Jared walked over to Lawton and carefully extended a hand as the cameras whirred. “Thank you. Let me get my cat home and then you can come and arrest me. I won’t run. Deal?”