about that. The mother. This baby’s mother! The ... oh, the picture was of a little guy taking his first steps. His name is Charlie. He was shot last month when his dad was killed.”
“The one in the news?”
Laura nodded. “Now Charlie is paraplegic. His mom is a waitress. Her name is Holly. Now she’s trying to raise a four-year-old and Charlie by herself.”
“Why the hell did Jack introduce you to her?”
“He’s become friends with her. She’s really a nice lady. I’m glad I got to meet her.”
“So she showed you the picture?”
“Actually Jack did, the first time. She gave it to him a while ago. He keeps it tucked in his sun visor.”
“The first time?”
“When we were working. I looked at it again just as Jack dropped me off. My choice.” Then she started to cry and added, “What kind of human being could do something like that!”
Elvis pulled her close so that Laura’s head was on his chest. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “I just don’t know.”
They stood for a moment, hugging each other, then Laura said, “We’re going to get the fucking asshole! That’s for sure!”
Her words shocked Elvis and he stepped back. It had been about four years since he last heard her swear. Then she had said shit.
“One shift with Jack and you’re learning a new vocabulary?” he asked.
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