baseballs? Or was it that high-wire walker at Century City who got struck by lightning and fell on your car?â
âThat was true, Lieutenant, the high-wire walker,â Detective Wong protested. âIt was all over the TV news.â
One of the paramedics came over, snapping off her blue latex gloves. âOK,â she said, âMaria has suffered considerable blood loss but we have her on a drip and sheâs stabilized now. Weâre taking her directly to the ER.â
âThank you,â said Jim. He felt a sudden surge of helplessness. This was Mariaâs first day in Special Class Two, and he could hardly be expected to have discovered much about her. But he had seen from her bruises that she had some kind of a problem and even though he hadnât had the chance to find out what it was, he still felt responsible for her.
The ambulance sped off with its siren scribbling. Jim said, âYou donât need me here any longer, do you, Lieutenant? I need to go to the hospital and talk to Mariaâs mom.â
âJim,â said Dr Ehrlichman, firmly, lifting his hand. âIâd rather you didnât.â
âExcuse me?â
âThere are legal implications here, Jim. Itâs quite possible that the college could be held liable for what happened here today.â
âWe donât know what happened here today! Maria left the classroom looking a little logie, then she came back all bloody. I sure as hell didnât have anything to do with it.â
âAll the same, Jim. One expression of sympathy â thatâs all it takes.â
âWhat do you mean, âone expression of sympathyâ? Maria was almost killed, and Iâm not allowed to be sympathetic?â
âJim, if you say âsorryâ to Mariaâs mother, it might sound comforting and heartfelt in the emergency room, but think what itâs going to sound like in the Los Angeles Superior Court, seven months from now? Iâve been there, Jim. Iâve done it myself, and it cost the college a whole bundle of money in damages. No matter how badly you feel, and I know you feel badly, itâs better to keep it to yourself, OK?â
Jim knew that Dr Ehrlichman was right. But he had a feeling that something was seriously out of whack. It was like an electric storm approaching. The air seemed to be congealing, and the trees sounded restless. However Maria had been injured, he was sure that she wasnât going to be the last of his students to get hurt. He didnât exactly know why, but he was highly sensitive to supernatural disturbances, and he could feel his hands tingling and a crawling sensation down his back. This morningâs resurrection of Tibbles hadnât exactly put his mind at ease, either.
Lieutenant Harris and his two detectives went over to talk to the uniformed officers. Jim guessed that he might as well go home. He could call Cedars-Sinai later this evening to find out how Maria was getting on.
He was approaching the steps to the main entrance when Kim came across to him.
âMr Rook?â
âYes, Kim, what is it?â
âYou should not worry about Maria, Mr Rook. She survive this time.â
Jim stopped. âWhat do you mean by âthis timeâ, Kim?â
âI mean she survive for now.â
âWhen I saw you two earlier, under the tree, what were you talking about? It seemed to me that Maria was upset.â
âMaria have trouble at home, Mr Rook. She beg me not to tell anybody.â
âWhat kind of trouble?â
âI cannot say. She make me promise.â
âKim, you saw the state of her. She was chopped up like a hamburger. If you know anything at all that can help us to protect her, then you need to tell me what it is.â
âShe survive this time, Mr Rook.â
âSo you think it might happen again?â
Kim said nothing, but stared at Jim unblinking, as if he hadnât heard him.
âKim