His appearance affected Melanie. The girl’s eyes cleared. She seemed to swim up from her trance to peer more closely at him, as if she were a fish rising to the surface of a lake to examine a curious creature standing on the shore.
‘Ahhh,’ she said sadly.
She seemed to want to say something more to Earl, so he leaned toward her.
She touched his battered face with one hand, and her gaze moved slowly from his bruised chin to his split lips, to his black eye, to the bandage on his head. As she studied him, she chewed worriedly on her lower lip. Her eyes filled with tears. She tried to speak, but no sound came from her.
‘What is it, Melanie?’ Earl asked.
Laura stooped beside her daughter and put one arm around her. ‘What’re you trying to tell him, honey? Think one word at a time. Take it nice and slow. You can get it out. You can do it, baby.’
Dan, the doctor who had treated Earl, and a young Latino nurse were watching attentively, expectantly.
The child’s tear-blurred gaze continued to move over Earl’s face, from one battle scar to another, and at last she said, ‘For m-m-me.’
‘Yes,’ Laura said. ‘That’s right, baby. Earl was fighting for you. He risked his life for you.’
‘For me,’ Melanie repeated with awe, as if being loved and protected was an entirely new and amazing concept to her. Excited by this crack in Melanie’s autistic armor, hoping to widen it or even shatter the armor completely, Laura said, ‘We’re all fighting for you, baby. We want to help. We will help you, if you’ll let us.’
‘For me,’ Melanie said again, but she would say no more. Although Laura and Earl continued to coax her, Melanie did not speak again. Her tears dried, and she lowered her hand from Earl’s injured face, and that faraway look returned to her eyes. She bowed her head, weary.
Laura was disappointed but not despairing. At least the child seemed to want to come back from her dark and private place, and if she had a strong desire to recover, she would probably do so, sooner or later.
The emergency-room physician suggested that Earl stay overnight for observation, but in spite of the drubbing that he had taken, Earl resisted. He wanted to return to the safe house and make a statement to the police, thereby pounding a few nails into a tandem coffin for Wexlersh and Manuello.
They had all come to the hospital in Dan’s car, but now Dan didn’t want to go back to the safe house. He didn’t want Laura and Melanie to be near any other cops, so they called a taxi for Earl.
‘Don’t wait with me,’ Earl said. ‘You guys get out of here.’
‘We might as well wait,’ Dan said, ‘because we’ve got a few things to talk over anyway.’
Without discussing it, they grouped around Melanie, shielding her. They stood just inside the front entrance of the medical center, where they could see the rain-lashed night and the place where the taxi would pull up. Half the fluorescent lights in the lobby were switched off, for it was well after visiting hours, and the other half cast fuzzy bars of cold, unpleasant light across the large room. The air smelled vaguely of rose-scented disinfectant. Except for the four of them, the place was deserted.
‘You want Paladin to send someone out here to take over from me?’ Earl asked.
‘No,’ Dan said.
‘Didn’t think you would.’
‘Paladin’s damned good,’ Dan said, ‘and I’ve never had reason to doubt their integrity, and I still don’t have reason—’
‘But, in this particular case, you don’t trust anyone at Paladin any more than you trust anyone on the police force,’ Earl said.
‘Except you,’ Laura said. ‘We know we can trust you, Earl. Without you, Melanie and I would be dead.’
‘Don’t credit me with anything heroic,’ Earl said. ‘I was plain stupid. I opened the door to Manuello.’
‘But you had no way of knowing—’
‘But I opened the door,’ Earl said, and the expression of self-disgust on his face was unmistakable in spite of the way his injuries distorted his features.