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he asked quickly. “I figured you’d call me if there was. I’ve been listening to the reports on the way down.”
“I haven’t had the nerve to watch anything except the initial reports. Waiting for you to come, I guess.”
“Apparently they still haven’t caught the other guy. You say you saw him?” Dobson said as they made their way to the elevators. “Who talked to you?”
Amy shrugged. “I have their cards. You can call them if you want.”
“I’ll do that later.”
The whir of the elevator ended in an abrupt jerk as they reached the tenth floor. Amy jumped nervously and noticed her dad study her, with his eyes narrowed and a furrow between his brow.
“You okay, Amy?”
She started to tear up, grateful she was leading him down the hallway to her door so he wouldn’t see her state. “I’m holding up. Just not what I’m used to.”
The door closed behind her father. “No one should have to get used to this. This is what we do every day. Just can’t contain all the nuts of the world. I wish it was different, but everywhere has the same problems. No one is really safe anymore. Not really.”
Amy knew that now. She felt like she’d been awakened from a deep sleep. Her world of picnics, parties, hookups and shopping suddenly felt very small and meaningless. “I guess I’ve been living in a bubble, Dad. I just never knew how close I could be to something—”
“Now you know why I was so afraid of you living here in San Francisco. Amy, you’ve got to come home.” Her dad looked disheveled in his dark rain slicker with two layers of shirts underneath, not the usual crisp uniform she was so used to seeing him in. He looked smaller and older than she’d remembered him.
“No, Dad. I have to stay here for now. And do you think things are really safer in Sonoma County? Really? I mean can you honestly say this type of thing wouldn’t happen there too?”
Dobson angled his head. “But there at least I can keep an eye on you.”
“But you protect and serve the whole community. It’s your job. You can’t spend your time 24/7 protecting me.”
“But if you lived at home—”
“Don’t you think I have to start living my own life? I mean when will it ever be safe enough?” She took his hands, drawing him over to the couch. “Sit. Can I make you something?”
“No I’m fine.” Amy left him sitting in the middle of her living room as she got him some icewater. He was searching the room, looking at furniture and pictures, and then focused on the sliding glass door to the outside with views of the San Francisco skyline at night. She handed him the water, taking a seat at an adjacent chair.
“This is home now, Dad.”
He took a sip and shook his head. Searching the walls and then focusing on her face, he answered her. “I don’t see it. You’ve made a nice place here. I can understand why you like it. Exciting to be on your own. I get that. But these are strange times, Amy. I can’t even begin to tell you what we have coming in every day, alerts and information from the FBI. The whole social media thing has gotten way out of hand. We got the military asking all their service members to stay off social media, like we’ve been telling our own guys and gals for more than a decade now.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing people are more aware of their surroundings, like I’ve become. Although I wish it wasn’t this way. I just never thought these things would happen here.”
“Still the safest place around. But that doesn’t mean you have to live in the middle of it. This is a nice neighborhood, and still you’re not immune.”
Night sounds from the city began to drain back into the background as Amy’s nerves began to chill. She checked her phone, expecting either an update from building security or from Zak. It was close to nine-thirty.
“So tell me what happened, exactly,” her dad asked finally. Over the next few minutes she told him about the man and her interaction with
“I haven’t had the nerve to watch anything except the initial reports. Waiting for you to come, I guess.”
“Apparently they still haven’t caught the other guy. You say you saw him?” Dobson said as they made their way to the elevators. “Who talked to you?”
Amy shrugged. “I have their cards. You can call them if you want.”
“I’ll do that later.”
The whir of the elevator ended in an abrupt jerk as they reached the tenth floor. Amy jumped nervously and noticed her dad study her, with his eyes narrowed and a furrow between his brow.
“You okay, Amy?”
She started to tear up, grateful she was leading him down the hallway to her door so he wouldn’t see her state. “I’m holding up. Just not what I’m used to.”
The door closed behind her father. “No one should have to get used to this. This is what we do every day. Just can’t contain all the nuts of the world. I wish it was different, but everywhere has the same problems. No one is really safe anymore. Not really.”
Amy knew that now. She felt like she’d been awakened from a deep sleep. Her world of picnics, parties, hookups and shopping suddenly felt very small and meaningless. “I guess I’ve been living in a bubble, Dad. I just never knew how close I could be to something—”
“Now you know why I was so afraid of you living here in San Francisco. Amy, you’ve got to come home.” Her dad looked disheveled in his dark rain slicker with two layers of shirts underneath, not the usual crisp uniform she was so used to seeing him in. He looked smaller and older than she’d remembered him.
“No, Dad. I have to stay here for now. And do you think things are really safer in Sonoma County? Really? I mean can you honestly say this type of thing wouldn’t happen there too?”
Dobson angled his head. “But there at least I can keep an eye on you.”
“But you protect and serve the whole community. It’s your job. You can’t spend your time 24/7 protecting me.”
“But if you lived at home—”
“Don’t you think I have to start living my own life? I mean when will it ever be safe enough?” She took his hands, drawing him over to the couch. “Sit. Can I make you something?”
“No I’m fine.” Amy left him sitting in the middle of her living room as she got him some icewater. He was searching the room, looking at furniture and pictures, and then focused on the sliding glass door to the outside with views of the San Francisco skyline at night. She handed him the water, taking a seat at an adjacent chair.
“This is home now, Dad.”
He took a sip and shook his head. Searching the walls and then focusing on her face, he answered her. “I don’t see it. You’ve made a nice place here. I can understand why you like it. Exciting to be on your own. I get that. But these are strange times, Amy. I can’t even begin to tell you what we have coming in every day, alerts and information from the FBI. The whole social media thing has gotten way out of hand. We got the military asking all their service members to stay off social media, like we’ve been telling our own guys and gals for more than a decade now.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing people are more aware of their surroundings, like I’ve become. Although I wish it wasn’t this way. I just never thought these things would happen here.”
“Still the safest place around. But that doesn’t mean you have to live in the middle of it. This is a nice neighborhood, and still you’re not immune.”
Night sounds from the city began to drain back into the background as Amy’s nerves began to chill. She checked her phone, expecting either an update from building security or from Zak. It was close to nine-thirty.
“So tell me what happened, exactly,” her dad asked finally. Over the next few minutes she told him about the man and her interaction with
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