Chapter 35

I answered her interminable questions. Then, following her directions, I made my way to a waiting room upstairs near the operating rooms. The captain and Sarah caught up with me there, just as I was calling Deborah to tell her that Mike had been shot. She said she’d be right over to sit with me.

“How are you holding up, George?” Sarah said.

“I don’t know. Right now, I’m just a bit numb.”

“That’s perfectly normal.”

“It’s not every day that your best friend deliberately jumps in front of a bullet that was meant for you.”

“That would shake anybody up,” she said.

“It’s so strange,” I said. “In ten years on the job, I’ve never had to fire my gun at anything other than target practice.”

“Most of us don’t, George,” the captain said. “I’ve been on the force nearly three times as long as you have, and I’ve never had to use my gun.”

“Thank God for small favors,” Sarah said. “Is there anything we can do, George?”