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get sick. She was also annoyed with Frank for trying to drag her into this mess. But mostly, she was annoyed with herself that she had even taken the call. “Can’t you just tell him that Brad’s going to be okay?”
    “It’s not that. There was this girl we pulled out of the lake this morning.”
    “I heard.”
    “Tommy confessed to killing her. Took him a while, but we broke him. He was in love with the girl. She didn’t want to give him the time of day. You know the kind of thing.”
    “Then it’s just remorse,” she said, though she found the behavior strange. In Sara’s experience, the first thing most criminals did after they confessed was fall into a deep sleep. Their bodies had been so shot through with adrenaline for so long that they collapsed in exhaustion when they finally got the weight off their chests. “Give him some time.”
    “It’s more than that,” Frank insisted. He sounded exasperated and slightly desperate. “I swear to God, Sara, I really hate asking you this, but something’s gotta help him get through. It’s like his heart’s gonna break if he doesn’t see you.”
    “I barely remember him.”
    “He remembers you.”
    Sara chewed her lip. “Where’s his daddy?”
    “In Florida. We can’t get hold of him. Tommy’s all alone, and he knows it.”
    “Why is he asking for me?” There were certainly patients she had bonded with over the years, but, to her recollection, Tommy Braham had not been one of them. Why couldn’t she remember his face?
    Frank said, “He says you’ll listen to him.”
    “You didn’t tell him I’d come, did you?”
    “Course not. I didn’t even want to ask, but he’s just bad off, Sara. I think he needs to see a doctor. Not just you, but a doctor.”
    “It’s not because—” She stopped, not knowing how to finish the question. She decided to be blunt. “I heard you took him down hard.”
    Frank couched his language. “He fell down a lot while I was trying to arrest him.”
    Sara was familiar with the euphemism, code for the nastier side of law enforcement. Abuse of prisoners in custody was a subject she never broached with Jeffrey, mostly because she did not want to know the answer. “Is anything broken?”
    “A couple of teeth. Nothing bad.” Frank sounded exasperated. “He’s not crying over a split lip, Sara. He needs a doctor.”
    Sara looked through the window into the kitchen. Her mother was sitting at the table beside Tessa. Both of them stared back at her. One of the reasons Sara had moved back to Grant County after medical school was because of the paucity of doctors serving rural areas. With the hospital downtown closed, the sick were forced to travel almost an hour away to get help. The children’s clinic was a blessing for the local kids, but, apparently, not during holidays.
    “Sara?”
    She rubbed her eyes with her fingers. “Is she there?”
    He hesitated a moment. “No. She’s at the hospital with Brad.”
    Probably concocting a story in her head where she was the heroand Brad was just a careless victim. Sara’s voice shook. “I can’t see her, Frank.”
    “You won’t have to.”
    She felt grief tighten her throat. To be at the station house, to be where Jeffrey was most at home.
    Lightning crackled high up in the clouds. She could hear rain, but not see it yet. Out on the lake, waves crashed and churned. The sky was dark and ominous with the promise of another storm. She wanted to take it as a sign, but Sara was a scientist at heart. She had never been good at relying on faith.
    “All right,” she relented. “I think I have some diazepam in my kit. I’ll come through the back.” She paused. “Frank—”
    “You have my word, Sara. She won’t be here.”
    Sara did not want to admit to herself that she was glad to leave her family, even if it meant going to the station house. She felt awkward around them, a piece of a puzzle that didn’t quite fit. Everything was the same, yet everything was