misconception of what Rachel Lussier meant by sticky that he closed them in the backseat of Unit 17. He leaned in the front window of the cruiser and snared his mike. He never took his eyes from the hanging front door of the station wagon, and so did not see the little boy standing next to the rest area restaurant, holding an imitation-leather saddlebag against his chest like a small blue baby. A moment later the sun peeked out again, and Pete Simmons was swallowed up by the restaurant’s shadow.
Jimmy called in to the Gray barracks.
“Seventeen, come back.”
“I’m at the old Mile 81 rest area. I have four abandoned vehicles, one abandoned horse, and two abandoned children. One of the vehicles is a station wagon. The kids say . . . ” He paused, then thought what the hell . “The kids say it ate their parents.”
“Come back?”
“I think they mean someone inside grabbed them. I want you to send all available units over here, copy?”
“Copy all available units, but it’ll be ten minutes before the first one gets there. That’s Unit Twelve. He’s Code Seventy-three in Waterville.”
Al Andrews, no doubt chowing down at Bob’s Burgers and talking politics. “Copy that.”
“Give me MML on the wagon, Seventeen, and I’ll run it.”
“Negative on all three. No plate. As far as make and model, the thing’s so covered with mud I can’t tell. It’s American, though.” I think . “Probably a Ford or a Chevy. The kids are in my cruiser. Names are Rachel and Blakie Lussier. Fresh Winds Way, Falmouth. I forget the street number.”
“ Nineteen !” Rachel and Blakie shouted together.
“They say—”
“I got it, Seventeen. And which car did they come in?”
“ Daddy’s Expundition !” Blakie cried, happy to be of help.
“Ford Expedition,” Jimmy said. “Plate number three-seven-seven-two-I-Y. I’m going to approach that station wagon.”
“Copy. Be careful there, Jimmy.”
“Copy that. Oh, and will you reach out to nine-one-one dispatch and tell her the kids are all right?”
“Is that you talking or Peter Townshend?”
Very funny . “Seventeen, I’m sixty-two.”
He started to replace the mike, then handed it to Rachel. “If anything happens—anything bad —you push that button on the side and yell ‘Thirty.’ That means officer needs help. Have you got it?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t go near that car, Trooper Jimmy. It bites and it eats and it’s sticky .”
Blakie, who, in his wonder at being in an actual police car, had temporarily forgotten what had befallen his parents, now remembered and began to cry again. “I want mommy-n-daddy!”
In spite of the weirdness and potential danger of the situation, Rachel Lussier’s eye-rolling you see what I have to deal with expression almost made Jimmy laugh. How many times had he seen that exact same expression on the face of five-year-old Ellen Golding?
“Listen, Rachel,” Jimmy said, “I know you’re scared, but you’re safe in here, and I have to do my job. If your parents are in that car, we don’t want them hurt, do we?”
“ GO GET MOMMY-N-DADDY, TROOPER JIMMY !” Blakie trumpeted. “ WE DON’T WANT THEM HURRRT !”
Jimmy saw hope spark in the girl’s eyes, but not as much as he might have expected. Like Agent Mulder on the old X-Files show, she wanted to believe . . . but like Mulder’s partner, Agent Scully, she didn’t. What had these kids seen?
“Be careful, Trooper Jimmy.” She raised one finger. It was a schoolteacherly gesture made even more endearing by a slight tremble. “Don’t touch it.”
As Jimmy approached the station wagon, he drew his Glock service automatic but left the safety on. For the time being. Standing slightly south of the hanging door, he once again invited anyone inside to exit the vehicle, open and empty hands foremost. No one came out. He reached for the door, then remembered the little girl’s parting admonition, and hesitated. He reached out with the barrel of his
Jimmy called in to the Gray barracks.
“Seventeen, come back.”
“I’m at the old Mile 81 rest area. I have four abandoned vehicles, one abandoned horse, and two abandoned children. One of the vehicles is a station wagon. The kids say . . . ” He paused, then thought what the hell . “The kids say it ate their parents.”
“Come back?”
“I think they mean someone inside grabbed them. I want you to send all available units over here, copy?”
“Copy all available units, but it’ll be ten minutes before the first one gets there. That’s Unit Twelve. He’s Code Seventy-three in Waterville.”
Al Andrews, no doubt chowing down at Bob’s Burgers and talking politics. “Copy that.”
“Give me MML on the wagon, Seventeen, and I’ll run it.”
“Negative on all three. No plate. As far as make and model, the thing’s so covered with mud I can’t tell. It’s American, though.” I think . “Probably a Ford or a Chevy. The kids are in my cruiser. Names are Rachel and Blakie Lussier. Fresh Winds Way, Falmouth. I forget the street number.”
“ Nineteen !” Rachel and Blakie shouted together.
“They say—”
“I got it, Seventeen. And which car did they come in?”
“ Daddy’s Expundition !” Blakie cried, happy to be of help.
“Ford Expedition,” Jimmy said. “Plate number three-seven-seven-two-I-Y. I’m going to approach that station wagon.”
“Copy. Be careful there, Jimmy.”
“Copy that. Oh, and will you reach out to nine-one-one dispatch and tell her the kids are all right?”
“Is that you talking or Peter Townshend?”
Very funny . “Seventeen, I’m sixty-two.”
He started to replace the mike, then handed it to Rachel. “If anything happens—anything bad —you push that button on the side and yell ‘Thirty.’ That means officer needs help. Have you got it?”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t go near that car, Trooper Jimmy. It bites and it eats and it’s sticky .”
Blakie, who, in his wonder at being in an actual police car, had temporarily forgotten what had befallen his parents, now remembered and began to cry again. “I want mommy-n-daddy!”
In spite of the weirdness and potential danger of the situation, Rachel Lussier’s eye-rolling you see what I have to deal with expression almost made Jimmy laugh. How many times had he seen that exact same expression on the face of five-year-old Ellen Golding?
“Listen, Rachel,” Jimmy said, “I know you’re scared, but you’re safe in here, and I have to do my job. If your parents are in that car, we don’t want them hurt, do we?”
“ GO GET MOMMY-N-DADDY, TROOPER JIMMY !” Blakie trumpeted. “ WE DON’T WANT THEM HURRRT !”
Jimmy saw hope spark in the girl’s eyes, but not as much as he might have expected. Like Agent Mulder on the old X-Files show, she wanted to believe . . . but like Mulder’s partner, Agent Scully, she didn’t. What had these kids seen?
“Be careful, Trooper Jimmy.” She raised one finger. It was a schoolteacherly gesture made even more endearing by a slight tremble. “Don’t touch it.”
As Jimmy approached the station wagon, he drew his Glock service automatic but left the safety on. For the time being. Standing slightly south of the hanging door, he once again invited anyone inside to exit the vehicle, open and empty hands foremost. No one came out. He reached for the door, then remembered the little girl’s parting admonition, and hesitated. He reached out with the barrel of his
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