the crash harder, too. Considering what happened, I’m surprised she didn’t slip into a coma.”
Will took her words as hard as they were meant to be. No matter what Amanda said, he should’ve pulled an EMT in here half an hour ago. He had been worried about Faith’s career when he should’ve been worried about her life. “Is she going to be okay?”
Sara shook the vial, mixing the contents before drawing them back into the syringe. “We’ll know soon enough.” She lifted Faith’s shirt and swabbed a patch of skin on her belly. Will watched the needle go in, the rubber stopper sliding down the plastic cylinder as the liquid was injected.
Sara asked, “Are you worried they’ll think she was impaired when she shot those two men?”
He didn’t answer.
“Her comedown was probably hard and immediate. She would’ve been slurring her words. She probably appeared intoxicated.” Sara cleaned up the kit, putting everything back in its place. “Tell them to look at the facts. She shot one man in the head and one in the back, probably from a distance, with two innocent bystanders downrange. If she’d been impaired, there’s no way she would’ve been able to make those shots.”
Will glanced at Mrs. Levy, who probably didn’t need to be hearing this conversation. She waved off his concerns. “Oh, don’t worry about me, dear. I don’t remember much of nothin’ these days.” She held out her arms for Emma. “Why don’t you let me take care of the little lamb?” Carefully, he transferred the baby to Mrs. Levy. The old woman walked off toward the back of the house. Her bedroom slippers made a slapping sound on her dry heels.
Will asked Sara, “What about the diabetes? Can they say it was that?”
Her tone was businesslike. “How was she acting when you got here?”
“She looked …” He shook his head, thinking he never wanted to see Faith that bad off again. “She looked like she’d lost her mind.”
“Do you think a mentally or chemically altered person could’ve killed two men with a single shot to each?” Sara put her hand onFaith’s shoulder. Her tone softened. “Faith, can you sit up for me, please?”
Slowly, Faith moved to right herself. She looked groggy, as if she had just woken from a long nap, but her color was coming back. She put her hands to her head, wincing.
Sara told her, “You’ll have a headache for a while. Drink as much water as you can tolerate. We need your tester to see where you are.”
“It’s in my purse.”
“I’ll try to get another one from one of the ambulances.” She took a bottle of water off the coffee table and twisted off the cap. “Switch to water. No more Coke.”
Sara left without looking at Will. Her back felt like a wall of ice. He didn’t know what to do with that, so he ignored it, sitting on the coffee table in front of Faith.
She took a long drink of water before she spoke to him. “My head is killing me.” The shock of what happened came back to her like a bolt of lightning. “Where’s my mother?” She tried to stand, but Will kept her down. “Where is she?”
“They’re looking for her.”
“The little girls—”
“They’re fine. Please, just stay here for a second, okay?”
She looked around, some of her wildness returning. “Where’s Emma?”
“She’s with Mrs. Levy. She’s asleep. I called Jeremy at the school—”
Her mouth opened. He could see her life coming back to her in spurts. “How did you tell him?”
“I talked to Victor. He’s still the dean of students. I knew you wouldn’t want me to send a cop to Jeremy’s classroom.”
“Victor.” Faith pressed her lips together. She had dated Victor Martinez for a while, but they had broken up almost a year ago. “Please tell me you didn’t mention Emma.”
Will couldn’t remember exactly what he’d told Victor, but heguessed Faith hadn’t gotten around to telling the man that he had a daughter. “I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t
Will took her words as hard as they were meant to be. No matter what Amanda said, he should’ve pulled an EMT in here half an hour ago. He had been worried about Faith’s career when he should’ve been worried about her life. “Is she going to be okay?”
Sara shook the vial, mixing the contents before drawing them back into the syringe. “We’ll know soon enough.” She lifted Faith’s shirt and swabbed a patch of skin on her belly. Will watched the needle go in, the rubber stopper sliding down the plastic cylinder as the liquid was injected.
Sara asked, “Are you worried they’ll think she was impaired when she shot those two men?”
He didn’t answer.
“Her comedown was probably hard and immediate. She would’ve been slurring her words. She probably appeared intoxicated.” Sara cleaned up the kit, putting everything back in its place. “Tell them to look at the facts. She shot one man in the head and one in the back, probably from a distance, with two innocent bystanders downrange. If she’d been impaired, there’s no way she would’ve been able to make those shots.”
Will glanced at Mrs. Levy, who probably didn’t need to be hearing this conversation. She waved off his concerns. “Oh, don’t worry about me, dear. I don’t remember much of nothin’ these days.” She held out her arms for Emma. “Why don’t you let me take care of the little lamb?” Carefully, he transferred the baby to Mrs. Levy. The old woman walked off toward the back of the house. Her bedroom slippers made a slapping sound on her dry heels.
Will asked Sara, “What about the diabetes? Can they say it was that?”
Her tone was businesslike. “How was she acting when you got here?”
“She looked …” He shook his head, thinking he never wanted to see Faith that bad off again. “She looked like she’d lost her mind.”
“Do you think a mentally or chemically altered person could’ve killed two men with a single shot to each?” Sara put her hand onFaith’s shoulder. Her tone softened. “Faith, can you sit up for me, please?”
Slowly, Faith moved to right herself. She looked groggy, as if she had just woken from a long nap, but her color was coming back. She put her hands to her head, wincing.
Sara told her, “You’ll have a headache for a while. Drink as much water as you can tolerate. We need your tester to see where you are.”
“It’s in my purse.”
“I’ll try to get another one from one of the ambulances.” She took a bottle of water off the coffee table and twisted off the cap. “Switch to water. No more Coke.”
Sara left without looking at Will. Her back felt like a wall of ice. He didn’t know what to do with that, so he ignored it, sitting on the coffee table in front of Faith.
She took a long drink of water before she spoke to him. “My head is killing me.” The shock of what happened came back to her like a bolt of lightning. “Where’s my mother?” She tried to stand, but Will kept her down. “Where is she?”
“They’re looking for her.”
“The little girls—”
“They’re fine. Please, just stay here for a second, okay?”
She looked around, some of her wildness returning. “Where’s Emma?”
“She’s with Mrs. Levy. She’s asleep. I called Jeremy at the school—”
Her mouth opened. He could see her life coming back to her in spurts. “How did you tell him?”
“I talked to Victor. He’s still the dean of students. I knew you wouldn’t want me to send a cop to Jeremy’s classroom.”
“Victor.” Faith pressed her lips together. She had dated Victor Martinez for a while, but they had broken up almost a year ago. “Please tell me you didn’t mention Emma.”
Will couldn’t remember exactly what he’d told Victor, but heguessed Faith hadn’t gotten around to telling the man that he had a daughter. “I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t
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