Cry Wolf by Maggie Shayne

Author:Maggie Shayne [Shayne, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-945038-57-0
Publisher: Maggie Shayne

My session with Rohan, the Sketch Man, took about an hour. I told him everything I could remember, and the resulting image looked nothing like what I saw in my mind.

I looked at it and I knew it was exactly what I’d seen with my eyes, and that it matched every way I’d tried to describe to the artist. And yet in my mind, I'd felt the kidnapper. I felt him clearly, his energy. It was aggressive, but it was also frantic. I would know him if I saw him again, but not by his face. And there was no way to draw that. No way to tell anyone else how to recognize it.

“I should see the boy now," Rohan said.

“Give me one minute,” Mason replied. Then he put his arm around my shoulders and steered me outside. We walked across the parking lot, out toward the SUV with the trailer still attached and the four-wheelers still onboard. Then he turned me toward him and pulled me close. Just wrapped his arms around me and held me there, against him. I could hear his heart beating underneath my ear. I closed my eyes, and just basked in him for a second.

“It was traumatic for you, finding Hunter out there like that. Are you sure you're okay?”

“I am,” I said. “Josh isn’t, though.”

He clasped my shoulders and set me back, so he could see my face, search my eyes, read the open book I was to him. “Tell me.”

“I only meant to check in on him and Hunter just now. Wasn't even sure I could do it. I can't usually just tap into someone at will, but Josh and I are so close, I thought maybe–”

"That's amazing," he said. "I love you for that. So?"

"He was talking about flashbacks, nightmares, waking up thinking he’s still there, in that cabin where his mother held him. Seeing her everywhere. And it’s tearing him up, because part of him wants to see her.”

He nodded. “Then he needs to see her.” He said it in an unmistakable and-I’m-gonna-make-it-happen way.

“But her doctors thought it would be bad for her.”

“Not seeing her will be bad for the kids. On a good day, I think she’d agree with me that it’s worth the risk.”

I nodded. He was right. “I think Josh might need to talk to someone. You know, a therapist, grief counselor, something.”

“Okay. I’ll bring it up with the department shrink, get some recommendations.”

I loved that he listened to me. He didn’t question that I’d somehow tapped into a conversation happening three rooms away, or doubt my opinion on what Joshua needed. That kind of trust in me, confidence in me, pure unadulterated belief in me, just blew me away, and not for the first time.

“Have I told you lately how amazing you are?” he asked. He had both hands on my shoulders, the length of his arms between us. “Or how damn lucky we three Brown guys are to have you? Or how much we love you?”

“Not lately enough.

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