Silence. So much of it. Useless for too many reasons. Dead quiet. I thought it the sound one might hear while underground, after being buried alive. Nothingness except for the mild ringing in my ears. Then Officer Druget appeared in the coal cellar’s narrow door: handgun pointed at my chest, and eyes so wide, I could almost see through them.
She said, “Jesus Christ,” and dropped the gun at her side, rushing into the room.
The rest became a distortion to me: being unstrapped from the chair; more cops entering the small room; given water; someone asking if I could stand; Jax being rushed away in a gurney; a cop with the last name Winters leading me out of the coal cellar, through the houses basement, upstairs, and… 36: The One
March 24
Jax’s stay in West Peterson Hospital was shorter than I expected. Dr. Melina Darrington, a blonde bombshell with Kate Winslet looks, had taken a liking to me for some odd reason I couldn’t exactly explain.