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〃I'll take you up on that。 We work the same way with every patient； but I'll take you up on that anyway。 Keep an eye on your friend。 He looks a little rocky。 That's normal。 This sort of thing can be harder on the family than it is on the victims。 If he doesn't e around some； tell the receptionist。 We have a staff psychiatrist who specializes in working with the other victims； he calls 'em。〃 Yet another new idea at Shock…Trauma was a specialist in helping people cope with the injuries to family and friends。
〃Cathy's arm。 She's an eye surgeon； lots of fine work； you know？ You sure there's no problem with that？〃
Shapiro shook his head。 〃No big deal。 It was a clean break to the humerus。 Must have been a jacketed slug。 The bullet went in clean； went out clean。 Pretty lucky； really。〃
Robby's hand clamped shut on the doctor's arm as the elevator arrived。 〃Bullet？〃
〃Didn't I say that？ God； I must be tireder than I thought。 Yeah； it was a gunshot wound； but very clean。 Hell； I wish they were all that clean。 A nine…millimeter； maybe a thirty…eight； 'bout that size。 I have to get back to work。〃 The doctor went into the elevator。
〃Shit；〃 Jackson said to the wall。 He turned when he heard a man with an English accent two of them； it turned out whom the receptionist directed to the waiting room。 Robby followed them in。
The taller one approached Ryan and said； 〃Sir John？〃
Ryan looked up。 Sir John？ Robby thought。 The Brit drew himself to attention and went on briskly。
〃My name is Geoffrey Bennett。 I am Charge d'Affaires at the British Embassy。〃 He produced an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Ryan。 〃I am directed by Her Majesty to deliver this personally into your hand and to await your reply。〃
Jack blinked his eyes a few times； then tore open the envelope and extracted a yellow message form。 The cable was brief； kind； and to the point。 What time is it over there？ Ryan wondered。 Two in the morning？ Three？ Something like that。 That meant that she'd been awakened with the news； probably； and cared enough to send a personal message。 And was waiting for a reply。
How about that。
Ryan closed his eyes and told himself that it was time to return to the world of the living。 Too drained for the tears he needed to shed； he swallowed a few times and rubbed his hands across his face before standing。
〃Please tell Her Majesty that I am most grateful for her concern。 My wife is expected to recover fully； but my daughter is in critical condition and we will have no definitive word on her for another eight or nine hours。 Please tell Her Majesty that 。 。 。 that I am deeply touched by her concern； and that all of us value her friendship very highly indeed。〃
〃Thank you； Sir John。〃 Bennett made some notes。 〃I will cable your reply immediately。 If you have no objection； I will leave a member of the embassy staff here with you。〃 Jack nodded； puzzled； as Bennett made his exit。
Robby took all this in with a raised eyebrow and a dozen unasked questions。 Who was this guy？ He introduced himself as Edward Wayson； and took a seat in the corner facing the doorway。 He looked over at Jackson。 Their eyes met briefly and each man evaluated the other。 Wayson had cool； detached eyes； and a wispy smile at the corners of his mouth。 Robby gave him a closer look。 There was a slight bulge under his left arm。 Wayson affected to read a paperback novel； which he held in his left hand； but his eyes kept flickering to the door every few seconds； and his right hand stayed free in his lap。 He caught Jackson's glance and nodded。 So； Robby concluded； a spook； or at least a security officer。 So that's what this is all about。 The realization came as a blast of cold air。 The pilot's hands flexed as he considered the type of person who would deliberately attempt to murder a woman and her child。
Five minutes later three State Police officers made their belated arrival。 They talked to Ryan for ten minutes。 Jackson watched with interest and saw his friend's face go pale with anger as he stammered answers to numerous questions。 Wayson didn't look but heard it all。
〃You were right； Jimmy；〃 Murray said。 He was standing at the window； watching the early morning traffic negotiate the corner of Broadway and Victoria。
〃Paddy O'Neil in Boston likes to say what wonderful chaps Sinn Fein are；〃 Owens said speculatively。 〃And our friend O'Donnell decides to embarrass them。 We could not have known； Dan。 A possibility of a suspicion is not evidence and you know it。 There was no basis in fact for giving them a more serious warning than what you did。 And you did warn them； Dan。〃
〃She's a pretty little girl。 Gave me a hug and a kiss before they flew home。〃 Murray looked at his watch again and subtracted five hours。 〃Jimmy； there are times 。 。 。 Fifteen years ago we arrested this this person who went after kids； little boys。 I interrogated him。 Sang like a canary； he couldn't be happier with himself。 He copped to six cases； gave me all the details with a big shit…eatin' grin。 It was right after the Supreme Court struck down all the death…penalty laws； so he knew that he'd live to a ripe old age。 Do you know how close I came to 〃 He stopped for a moment before going on。 〃Sometimes we're too damned civilized。〃
〃The alternative； Dan； is to bee like them。〃
〃I know that's true； Jimmy； but I just don't like it right now。〃
When Barry Shapiro next checked his watch it was five in the morning。 No wonder I feel so tired； he thought。 Twenty hours on duty。 I'm too old for this。 He was senior staff。 He was supposed to know better。
The first sign was staying on duty too long； taking on too much personal responsibility； taking too keen an interest in patients who in the final analysis were nothing more or less than bruised and broken pieces of meat。 Some of them died。 No matter how great his skill； how refined his technique； how determined the efforts of his team； some would always die。 And when you got this tired； you couldn't sleep。 Their injuries and worse； their faces were too fresh in your memory； too haunting to go away。 Doctors need sleep more than most men。 Persistent loss of sleep was the last and most dangerous warning。 That was when you had to leave or risk a breakdown； as had happened all too often to the Shock…Trauma staffers。
It was their grimmest institutional joke： how their patients arrived with broken bodies and mostly went home whole but the staff doctors and nurses who came in with the greatest energy and highest personal ideals would so often leave broken in spirit。 It was the ultimate irony of his profession that success would engender the expectation of still greater success； that failure in this most demanding of medical disciplines could leave almost as much damage on the practitioner as the patient。 Shapiro was cynic enough to see the humor of it。
The surgeon reread the printout that the blood…analyzer unit had spat out a minute before； and handed it back to the nurse practitioner。 She attached it to the child's chart； then sat back down； stroking her dirty hair outside the oxygen mask。
〃Her father is downstairs。 Get relief here and go down and tell him。 I'm g