Part 57 (2/2)

”We'd like to see everything that's come in for the last six months.”

”That's quite a bundle of mail, Lieutenant,” Pete told him.

”We'll manage.”

Brian ignored them both and rose as the doctor came in. ”Emma,” was all

he said. All he could say.

”She's sleeping. She has a concussion, a broken arm, and some bruised

ribs, but no internal injuries.”

”She's going to be all right.”

”She'll need to be watched carefully for the next few days, but yes, the

outlook is very good.”

He cried then, as he hadn't been able to when he'd seen his son's

lifeless body, as he'd been incapable of doing when they'd taken his

family from him and left him in the green-walled waiting room. Hot

tears poured through his fingers as he covered his face.

Quietly, Lou closed his notebook and, motioning to the doctor, stepped

into the hall. ”I'm Lieutenant Kesselring. Homicide.” Again, Lou

flashed his ID. ”When will I be able to talk to the little girl?”

”Not for a day, perhaps two.”

”I need to question her as soon as possible.” He took out a card and

handed it to the doctor. ”If you'd call me as soon as she's able to

talk. The wife, Beverly McAvoy?”

”Sedated. Ten or twelve hours before she should come around. Even then

I won't guarantee she'll be able to talk, or that I'll be willing to

allow it.”

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