Part 27 (1/2)
”Okay. I'll handle calling the Cantrells. And I'll take care of Cathy.”
”Thanks.”
”Jack?”
”Huh?”
”I know you're going to be busy with the task force, but...Cathy might need you. She might-”
”If she needs anything from me, just call.”
”I will.”
As soon as he finished his conversation with Lorie, he phoned Cathy. G.o.d, how he wished he was back in Dunmore so he could be there to comfort her when he gave her the bad news.
The jarring ring of the telephone on the bedside table brought Cathy out of a deep sleep. Reaching from beneath the sheet and light blanket covering her, she grabbed the phone but somehow managed to knock the base off and onto the floor. As she hit the TALK b.u.t.ton on the portable handset, she didn't even bother looking at caller ID. Instead, she glanced at the digital alarm clock. Who would be calling at 2:56 in the morning? If it wasn't a wrong number, it had to be an emergency.
”h.e.l.lo.”
”Cathy, this is Jack Perdue.”
She shot straight up in bed. ”Jack? What's wrong?”
”Listen to me,” he said in a consoling voice. ”Lorie's on her way there as we speak, so you won't be alone.”
”I'm not alone. Seth's here. He's spending the weekend.” Whatever it was, it had to be bad if he'd called Lorie first. ”Just tell me, please.” But she knew. Oh G.o.d, she knew.
”The Fire and Brimstone Killer has struck again.”
Cathy swallowed hard. ”Who?”
”A Reverend Kelley, from Decatur. It happened just a few hours ago.”
”Bruce Kelley?”
”Yeah, that's the name. Why, do you know him?”
”I'm acquainted with the family,” Cathy said. ”One of his daughters is the director of Bright Side, a school and help center for the mentally challenged. It's located here in Dunmore.”
”d.a.m.n,” Jack mumbled under his breath.
”I'll wait until morning to tell Seth and call J.B. and Mona.”
”You'll have to tell Seth, but Lorie will call the Cantrells. I'm sorry that I can't come straight over there, but-”
”I'll be all right. You do your job and help find the person responsible for these murders.”
”We're doing all we can, honey.”
”Yes, I know...I know.”
”I'll see you later, okay?”
”Okay.”
She had no more than said good-bye and turned on the bedside lamp when she heard footsteps in the hallway. She got out of bed and picked up the phone base lying on the floor. By the time she had set it back in place, Seth called out to her from the doorway.
”Who was on the phone?” he asked, as he entered the bedroom.
”Jack Perdue.”
Surveying her face and apparently sensing the worst, Seth said, ”Something terrible has happened, hasn't it?”
”There's been another murder.”
”The Fire and Brimstone Killer?”
Cathy nodded. ”Reverend Bruce Kelley from Decatur. I know his daughter, Kim Randall. She's the director at Bright Side.”
”Oh, Mom.”
Looking at Seth, she saw a sad, vulnerable boy who had lost his father to an insane killer, a boy badly in need of comfort. When she held open her arms, he didn't hesitate. He went straight into her embrace. She held her tall, teenage son in her arms and asked G.o.d to give her the strength to help them both. The memories of Mark's brutal murder, his funeral and the days that followed came rus.h.i.+ng back, front and center, for both of them. First she had to fight her own demons, and then she could help her son vanquish his.
The neighbors stayed there at the house with her mother and Mirabelle, allowing Kim and her siblings to drive to Nashville, where their father was being treated for life-threatening burns. When they arrived at the Burn Center, located on the fourth floor of the main hospital, the morning nurse in charge of the ICU, Susan Bolden, came out and spoke to them.
”The first forty-eight hours after a burn injury are the most critical,” she explained. ”Our immediate concerns are to prevent fluid loss and to do all we can to prevent infection.”
”When can we see him?” Kim asked.
”Right now, the staff is working with him. He's been given a teta.n.u.s vaccination and is receiving fluids, electrolytes, antibiotics and pain medication through an IV. He's also been catheterized.”
”Is he in horrible pain?” Kira asked, tears dampening her face.
Nurse Bolden grimaced. ”He is in considerable pain, but the medication is helping him.”
”Is he going to die?” Kevin asked.
”I can't answer that,” Nurse Bolden replied. ”Dr. c.u.mmings will speak to you sometime later today. But in the meantime, rest a.s.sured that we're doing everything possible for your father.”
”Will he need skin grafts?” Kim asked.