The Silent Wife. Karin Slaughter

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СКАЧАТЬ Jeffrey was right, Sara was going to pry up the stubby top of the sternum like the lid on a soup can.

      She flicked open the serrated blade. “Hold her down. I’m going to score along the joint to make it easier to dislocate.”

      Jeffrey pressed his hands into the girl’s shoulders.

      Sara was on her knees again. She sawed back and forth across the bone the same way you would carve at the joint of a turkey leg.

      Jeffrey bit the inside of his cheek. The taste of blood made him feel dizzy again.

      “Jeff?” Sara’s tone warned him to keep his shit together.

      He gripped the girl’s shoulders as Sara hacked back and forth. The victim was so small. Everything about her seemed fragile. He could feel her body jerk with each rough cut of the blade.

      “Tighter.”

      That was all the warning Sara gave him.

      She jammed the blade underneath the junction of the joint.

      His teeth gave an involuntary chatter at the scraping sound.

      Again, Sara used the weight of her body. The heel of her right hand pushed down against the body of the sternum. Her left hand fisted around the knife handle as she pulled up, trying to lift the bone with the serrated blade.

      Sara’s shoulders started to shake again.

      Nothing opened like the lid on a soup can. It was more like stabbing the knife into the lid and trying to break open the can by force.

      Sara told him, “Pull up and press down on my hands.”

      Jeffrey covered her hands with his own. He leaned forward, tentative, afraid he would crush the girl.

      “Harder.”

      He pressed and pulled harder, though every muscle in his body told him not to. The girl was so slight. She was barely more than a teenager. Breaking her open went against every part of Jeffrey that was a man.

      “More,” Sara ordered. Sweat dripped down from the tip of her nose. He could feel her shoulders shaking into his hands. “Harder, Jeffrey. She’s going to die if we don’t get air into her lungs.”

      He pushed his weight downward and pulled up as hard as he could. The blade started to bend, but Jeffrey realized that the blade wasn’t giving. The bone was.

      The joint cracked like an oyster shell.

      He tried not to vomit again. The splintering sensation had reverberated up his arms and into his teeth. Worse was the sucking sound of cartilage breaking, sinew tearing, tendons separating, as the bone was wrenched away from the joint.

      “Here.” Sara pointed into the open incision. “This is the vein. This is the artery. You need to use the top of the pen so your hand isn’t in the way.”

      He could see the vein and artery stringing in front of the ringed trachea like two pink straws. One of them had little red things attached to it. The other looked slick. He couldn’t get the tremble out of his fingers as he used the pen to gently press the vein and artery out of the way.

      “Hold still.” Sara held the plastic barrel of the pen between her thumb and fingers. Her elbow was tight to her body. She moved downward, pushing the silver tip of the barrel into the trachea until the bottom third of the pen was inside.

      “Move.”

      He carefully lifted away his hand. The vein and artery slid back over.

      Sara took a breath. She sealed her lips around the pen barrel and exhaled a stream of air directly into the trachea.

      Nothing happened.

      Sara took another breath. She exhaled through the pen.

      They both strained forward to listen, hearing birds chirping and leaves rustling and then finally, after what felt like an eternity, the whistle of air pushing out of the barrel.

      The girl’s chest shuddered as it rose to take in a breath. The resulting fall was slow, almost imperceptible. Jeffrey held his own breath, counting off the seconds until the chest rose again and she filled her own lungs with air.

      He breathed with the girl, in and out, as the blue drained from her face and life came back into her body.

      Sara peeled off the bloody exam gloves. She stroked back the girl’s hair, whispering, “You’re okay now, sweetheart. Just keep breathing. You’re okay.”

      Jeffrey didn’t know if Sara was talking to the victim or to herself. Her hands had started to tremble. Tears welled into her eyes.

      Jeffrey reached out to steady her.

      Sara recoiled, and he had never felt so monstrous, so worthless, in his entire life.

      His let his hands fall uselessly back to the ground.

      All he could do was wait with her in silence until the ambulance arrived.

       Atlanta

       4

      “Tessa,” Sara practically yelled into the phone. “Tessie, would you just—”

      Her little sister wasn’t going to listen. She kept rambling, her voice taking on the cadence of the adults in Peanuts cartoons.

       Wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah.

      Sara tapped the phone on speaker and rested it on the shelf above the sink. She washed her face with the pink soap from the dispenser. The cheap paper towels disintegrated in her hands. If Sara did not get out of this prison soon, they were going to have to put her in a cell.

      Tessa picked up on the noise. “What the hell are you doing?”

      “I’m taking a whore’s bath in the visitor’s restroom at Phillips State Prison.” Sara peeled a piece of wet paper towel off her cheek. “I’ve been up to my eyeballs in blood, piss and shit for the last five hours.”

      “It’s like college all over again.”

      Sara laughed, but not so Tessa could hear. “Tessie, do what you want to do. If you want to train to be a midwife, train to be a midwife. You don’t need my approval.”

      “Bull. Shit.”

      Sara couldn’t say it again because, in truth, they always needed each other’s approval. Sara couldn’t sleep if Tessa was mad at her. Tessa couldn’t function if Sara was displeased. Fortunately, the older they got, the less it happened, but this time was different.

      Tessa was spinning out of control. She was supposed to fly home a month ago, but she’d delayed the trip. She had texted her husband for a divorce. She had FaceTimed her five-year-old daughter to tell СКАЧАТЬ