tc.patriotgames-第77部分
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〃Calm down； Jack。〃 His wife didn't know that she was making things worse； but Jack took the cue after a moment。 Muller didn't。
〃You're a real big guy now； aren't you？〃
Keep going； Joe； and you might find out。 Jack looked over to his wife and took a deep breath。 〃Look； if you came down here to yell at me； that's fine； we can do that by ourselves； okay？ but that's your daughter over there； and maybe she needs you； too。〃 He turned to Cathy。 〃I'll be outside if you need me。〃
Ryan left the room。 There were still two very serious state troopers at the door； and another at the nurses' station down the hall。 Jack reminded himself that a trooper had been killed； and that Cathy was the only thing they had that was close to being a witness。 She was safe； finally。 Robby waved to his friend from down the hall。
〃Settle down； boy；〃 the pilot suggested。
〃He has a real talent for pissing me off；〃 Jack said after another deep breath。
〃I know he's an asshole； but he almost lost his kid。 Try to remember that。 Taking it out on him doesn't help things。〃
〃It might；〃 Jack said with a smile； thinking about it。 〃What are you； a philosopher？〃
〃I'm a PK； Jack。 Preacher's Kid。 You can't imagine the stuff I used to hear from the parlor when people came over to talk with the old man。 He isn't so much mad at you as scared by what almost happened；〃 Robby said。
〃So am I； pal。〃 Ryan looked down the hall。
〃But you've had more time to deal with it。〃
〃Yeah。〃 Jack was quiet for a moment。 〃I still don't like the son of a bitch。〃
〃He gave you Cathy； man。 That's something。〃
〃Are you sure you're in the right line of work？ How e you're not a chaplain？〃
〃I am the voice of reason in a chaotic world。 You don't acplish as much when you're pissed off。 That's why we train people to be professionals。 If you want to get the job done； emotions don't help。 You've already gotten even with the man； right？〃
〃Yeah。 If he'd had his way； I'd be living up in Westchester County； taking the train in every day； and crap！〃 Jack shook his head。 〃He still makes me mad。〃
Muller came out of the room just then。 He looked around for a moment； spotted Jack； and walked down。 〃Stay close；〃 Ryan told his friend。
〃You almost killed my little girl。〃 Joe's mood hadn't improved。
Jack didn't reply。 He'd told himself that about a hundred times； and was just starting to consider the possibility that he was a victim； too。
〃You ain't thinking right； Mr。 Muller；〃 Robby said。
〃Who the hell are you！〃
〃A friend；〃 Robby replied。 He and Joe were about the same height； but the pilot was twenty years younger。 The look he gave the broker municated this rather clearly。 The voice of reason didn't like being yelled at。 Joe Muller had a talent for irritating people。 On Wall Street he could get away with it； and he assumed that meant that be could do it anywhere he liked。 He was a man who had not learned the limitations of his power。
〃We can't change what has happened；〃 Jack offered。 〃We can work to see that it doesn't happen again。〃
〃If you'd done what I wanted； this never would have happened！〃
〃If I'd done what you wanted。 I'd be working with you every day； moving money from Column A to Column B and pretending it was important； like all the other Wall Street wimps and hating it； and turning into another miserable bastard in the financial world。 I proved that I could do that as well as you； but I made my pile； and so now I do something I like。 At least we're trying to make the world a better place instead of trying to take it over with leveraged buyouts。 It's not my fault that you don't understand that。 Cathy and I are doing what we like to do。〃
〃Something you like；〃 Muller snapped； rejecting the concept that making money wasn't something to be enjoyed in and of itself。 〃Make the world a better place； eh？〃
〃Yeah； because I'm going to help catch the bastards who did this。〃
〃And how is a punk history teacher going to do that！〃
Ryan gave his father…in…law his best smile。 〃That's something I can't tell you； Joe。〃
The stockbroker swore and stalked away。 So much for reconciliation； Jack told himself。 He wished it had gone otherwise。 His estrangement with Joe Muller was occasionally hard on Cathy。
〃Back to the Agency； Jack？〃 Robby asked。
〃Yeah。〃
Ryan spent twenty minutes with his wife； long enough to learn what she'd told the police and to make sure that she really was feeling better。 She was dozing off when he left。 Next he went across the street to the Shock…Trauma Center。
Getting into scrubs reminded him of the only other time he'd done so； the night Sally was born。 A nurse took him into the Critical Care Recovery Unit； and he saw his little girl for the first time in thirty…six hours； a day and a half that had stretched into an eternity。 It was a thoroughly ghastly experience。 Had he not been told positively that her survival chances were good； he might have broken down on the spot。 The bruised little shape was unconscious from the bination of drugs and injuries。 He watched and listened as the respirator breathed for her。 She was being fed from bottles and tubes that ran into her veins。 A doctor explained that her condition looked far worse than it was。 Sally's liver was functioning well； under the circumstances。 In two or three more days the broken legs would be set。
〃Is she going to be crippled？〃 Jack asked quietly。
〃No； there isn't any reason to worry about that。 Kids' bones what we say is； if the broken pieces are in the same room； they'll heal。 It looks far worse than it is。 The trick with cases like this is getting them through the first hour in her case； the first twelve or so。 Once we get kids through the initial crisis； once we get the system working again； they heal fast。 You'll have her home in a month。 In two months； she'll be running around like it never happened。 As crazy as that sounds； it's true。 Nothing heals like a kid。 She's a very sick little girl right now； but she's going to get well。 Hey； I was here when she arrived。〃
〃What's your name？〃
〃Rich Kinter。 Barry Shapiro and I did most of the surgery。 It was close God； it was so close！ But we won。 Okay？ We won。 You will be taking her home。〃
〃Thanks that doesn't cover it； Doc。〃 Jack stumbled over a few more words； not knowing what to say to the people who had saved his daughter's life。
Kinter shook his head。 〃Bring her back sometime and we're even。 We have a party for ex…patients every few months。 Mr。 Ryan； there is nothing you can do that es close to what we all feel when we see our little patients e back walk back。 That's why we're here； man； to make sure they e back for cake and juice。 Just let us bounce her on our knees after she's better。〃
〃Deal。〃 Ryan wondered how many people were alive because of the people in this room。 He was certain that this surgeon could be a rich man in private practice。 Jack understood him； understood why he was here； and knew that his father…in…law wouldn't。 He sat for a few minutes at Sally's side； listening to the machine breathe for her through the plastic tube。 The nurse…practitioner overseeing the case smiled at him around her mask。 He kissed Sally's bruised forehead before leaving。 Jack felt better now； better about almost everything。 But one item remained。 The people who had done this to his little girl。
〃It had wheelchair tags；〃 the clerk in the 7…Eleven was saying； 〃but the dude who drove it didn't look crippled or anything。〃
〃You remember what he looked like？〃 Special Agent Nick Capitano and a major from the Maryland State Police were interviewing the witness。
〃Yeah； he was 'bout as black as me。 Tall dude。 He wore sunglasses； the mirror kind。 Had a beard； too。 There was always at least one other dude in the truck； but I never got a look at him black man； that's all I can say。〃
〃What did he wear？〃
〃Jeans and a brown leather jacket； I think。 You know； like a construction worker。〃
〃Shoes or boots？〃 the Major asked。
〃Never did see that；〃 the clerk said after a moment。
〃How about jewelry； T…shirt with a pattern； anything special or different about him？〃
〃No； nothin' I remember。〃
〃What did he do here？〃
〃He always bought a six…pack of Coke Classic。 Once or twice he got some Twinkies； but he always got hisself the Cokes。〃
〃What did he sound like？ Anything special？〃
The clerk shook her head。 〃Nah； just a dude； y'know？〃
〃Do you think you could recognize him again？〃 Capitano asked。
〃Maybe we get a lot of folks through here； lotta regulars； lotta strangers； y'know？〃
〃Would you mind looking through some pictures？〃 the agent went on。
〃Gotta clear it with the boss。 I mean； I need the job； but you say this chump tried to kill a little girl yeah； sure； I'll help ya。〃
〃We'll clear it with the boss；〃 the Major assured her。 〃You won't lose pay over it。〃
〃Gloves；〃 she said； looking up。 〃Forgot to say that。 He wore work gloves。 Leather ones； I think。〃 Gloves； both men wrote in their notebooks。
〃Thank you； ma'am。 We'll call you tonight。 A car will pick you up tomorrow morning so you can look at some pictures for us；〃 th
