No Ordinary Sheriff. Mary Sullivan

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      Cathy smiled at her from the photo, watching every move with her lively brown eyes as though asking her sister-in-law to take care of her man while she was gone. Shannon swore she could detect Chanel No. 5, Cathy’s favorite, and smell the kid-sweat of Casey’s and Stevie’s hair. She almost turned, half-convinced they were about to barrel into the room with mischievous grins to throw themselves into their aunt’s arms.

      But Shannon’s arms were empty. She slid Tom’s hand over the picture so she couldn’t see their faces.

      He was burning up. Most of the ice had already melted

      The photo skittered sideways. The rhythm of his breathing changed. His chest rose and fell too rapidly.

      “Come on, come on,” she whispered to the ambulance, as though the mantra would get the paramedics there any sooner.

      The Montana ambulance system was usually pretty quick. Shannon knew a bunch of paramedics in Billings. They were good at their jobs. So why was it taking so long?

      “Tom, are you still with me?”

      He didn’t respond, no longer seemed to recognize her.

      “Hey!” she yelled to the super. “Where’s the ambulance?”

      “I called.” He hovered at the apartment door but didn’t enter, as though an overdose were contagious. “They said just a couple of minutes.”

      She heard the pounding on the stairs then, almost mistaking it for her own heartbeat, or maybe Tom’s where her fingers sat on his wrist.

      When a pair of paramedics entered the room with a stretcher, she said, “He took meth. I don’t know how much. I don’t know when. Do something. Hurry.” Her voice broke. She still gripped Tom’s hand even though it had fallen slack.

      “Okay, we got him.” The paramedic spoke quietly. He eased her away from Tom. “We’ll take care of him. We know what we’re doing.”

      She nodded and stepped back, bunching a fist against her mouth.

      Calm down. Tom needs you.

      The paramedic quickly took her place, kneeling beside Tom. “His blood pressure’s through the roof,” he told his colleague who stood beside the stretcher and took notes.

      Tom looked from one man to the other, confused. When the paramedic tried to take his temperature, he weakly flailed at the man.

      “Tom,” Shannon said. “Take it easy. These people are here to help.”

      His throat gurgled.

      “What’s happening?” Her voice rose an octave.

      “He’s choking on his saliva.” The paramedic turned Tom onto his side.

      Shannon pressed a hand against her roiling stomach.

      “Shannon, are you okay?”

      At the sound of the deep voice behind her, Shannon turned slowly, giving herself time to put on her game face. Officer Dave Dunlop had entered the apartment.

      They had history. She wanted to forget it. He wanted to make up for it.

      “Dave,” she said, keeping her voice cool enough to discourage familiarity. She was tired of putting him off. He had to get the message one of these days. “It’s Tom. My brother.”

      “Looks like he isn’t going to make it.”

      Shannon gasped. Dave had a habit of being socially inept. Wrong response, wrong time. Not the best trait in a cop.

      “For God’s sake, Dunlop,” one of the paramedics said. “Show some humanity.”

      Dave grimaced. “Sorry, Shannon.”

      Within seconds the paramedics had Tom on the gurney and wheeled out the door.

      Dave stared at Tom as he passed. “Poor bugger. I wouldn’t have recognized him.”

      Shannon tried to follow but Dave wrapped his fingers around her arm.

      “Let me go. I need to get to the hospital.”

      “Shannon, I can help you with this. I can take care of you.” Trust Dave to use a time like this to try to ease his own conscience.

      In her experience, women handled things, not men. Men had their uses—brute strength, fun in bed, pillow talk—but she was better off on her own.

      “Give it a rest. It’s too late to make things up to me.”

      She pulled out of his grasp and he let go easily enough. He wasn’t cruel. Just clueless.

      “If you really want to help,” she said, “call the cops in Ordinary. Someone there is cooking meth. That’s where Tom got it.”

      “They’ve got cops. They’ll deal with it.”

      “I need you to notify them. They’ll take a call from you more seriously than if I just show up to ask.”

      “Okay. I’ll call today.”

      She glanced around. What should she bring to the hospital? Tom owned nothing of value. His days were populated by despair, cravings and addictions.

      Nothing else in his life meant anything to him anymore.

      A glint of silver on the filthy carpet caught her attention. Tom had dropped the photo of his family. This mattered. Only this. When he awoke in the hospital, he would want it.

      She picked it up and left the apartment. Dave followed her down the stairs, his presence like a weight on her back.

      “What are you doing in the old neighborhood?” he asked. “You said nothing could drag you back here.”

      She didn’t answer. Of course she would come back for her brother.

      Shannon ran to her car. She didn’t expect Dave to have much luck with the cops in Ordinary. She relied more on herself than on the local cops. They’d never found Janey’s rapist, had they? She’d had to do that herself once she was old enough.

      She sped to the hospital. By the time she got there, Tom had slipped into a coma.

      There was nothing they could do for him but keep him on life support and wait for a change, the doctors said. What did that mean? Were they waiting for his death?

      She stood by his bedside. The terrifying image of him with tubes running everywhere was burned onto her retinas.

      Slipping the photo under his limp hand, she gave instructions for it to stay near him, either on his body or on the bedside table.

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