For Her Eyes Only Part 3

Stone squatted beside him, gently smoothing the wet mat of hair from his forehead while the paramedics began strapping him on the gurney.

“Where is your mommy, son?”

The little boy’s gaze was frantic, his motions jerky as he tried to pull free of the restraints. “Sleepin’. Mommy sleepin’,” he cried, and tugged at the strap across his chest. “Want my mommy!”

“He came out of that door,” Jessica said, pointing to the back of the nearest building.

“He’s plenty stable, and we’ll be a couple of more minutes,” one of the paramedics said. “If you could find her, it would speed up the process a lot when we take him in.”

Stone got to his feet. “I’ll find her.”

Jessica was right behind him when he went inside. He started down the hallway, shouting aloud.

“Police! Open up!”

Doors opened and people peeked out, curious as to what was going on. Before he could explain what he was about, Jessica suddenly grabbed his arm and started running toward the stairwell. By now, he knew better than to ask why.

They exited on the third level. Jessica was out of breath and there was a stitch in her side that she kept trying to ignore. But she knew, as well as she knew her own name, that the drama of the evening wasn’t over yet.

“Here,” she said, pointing to a door on their right that was standing ajar.

Stone pushed his way inside and then stopped in the doorway, staring in disbelief at the young woman who was slumped on the floor, a hypodermic needle next to her hand.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he knelt at her side.

Jessica moved through the apartment as if she’d been there before, heading for the refrigerator with unerring intent. And when she opened the door, the small vials sitting high on a shelf only confirmed what she already knew. She grabbed one on the run, dropping back to Stone’s side and shoving it in his hand.

“Stone. Look! She’s not an addict, she’s a diabetic!”

Ashamed of the fact that his first instinct had been to distrust, he thought of the paramedics already on hand.

“Stay with her,” he ordered.

Jessica stayed, partly because he’d asked, and partly because she’d been led here by a power she didn’t understand, and there was nowhere else to go.

* * *

Water stood in puddles from the front door to the bedroom beyond, marking the trail where Stone had walked as he’d gone to change his clothes. Their uneaten food was on a corner of the cabinet, while outside, the waning smoke from the grill dissipated into the night air.

Jessica sat huddled in her chair, rocking back and forth in mute defeat. While she was thankful beyond words that both mother and child would survive, the knowledge that she was no longer in control of her senses was more than she could bear. Trying to live with this thing was going to drive her insane.

There was a touch on her shoulder. She looked up.

Stone held out his hands and she moved into his arms.

“Here, sit with me,” he urged, and sat down where she’d been, holding her safely in his lap. His voice was near her ear, and the quiet, confident tones went a long way toward calming the depression in which she’d fallen.

“You did good, honey.”

Her lips trembled as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I want this to stop.”

There was such defeat in her voice that Stone panicked, and then held her that little bit tighter.

“I know, Jessie, I know. And I wish there was something I could do to make it all better.”

“Oh, Stone. So do I.”

Outside, the world went on as if nothing had happened, while they sat locked in each other’s arms, wondering what else she would she see, and what else might go wrong.

A half hour passed, and it was moving on to the hour when Stone seemed to kick into gear. He kissed the lobe of Jessie’s ear, then deposited her on her feet.

“You…stick the steaks in the microwave. I’m going to mop up my mess.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he said. “It’s over. You’re here. And I’m damned hungry. Feed me, woman, before I turn on you, instead.”

A small smile tilted the edges of her lips, and he grinned.

“What? You don’t fancy being my dessert?”

This time, Jessica heard herself laughing. It wasn’t much, but it felt good just the same.

“I already told you about that dessert business,” she said.

Convinced that, for the moment, he’d pushed her as far as she needed to go, he turned.

“I’m going to get a mop.”

He had just stepped out on the patio to the adjoining storage room when the phone rang.

“Hey, Jessie, get that for me, will you?” he called.

She picked up the phone on the third ring.

“Richardson residence.”

A very pregnant pause lingered after a near-silent gasp.

“Hello? Who’s calling, please?” Jessica repeated.

“I want to speak to Stone.”

The woman’s voice was stilted, sounding almost angry as Jessica put her hand over the receiver.

“Stone, it’s a woman. She sounds upset. Says she wants to talk to you.”