Split Second by David Baldacci

Author:David Baldacci [Baldacci, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Thriller
ISBN: 9780759507951
Publisher: Pan Macmillan
Published: 2009-08-20T23:00:00+00:00

"What, with him?" asked King, pointing to Morse.

"I'm Buddy," said the man, "and this is Buddy too," he said, holding up the ragged rabbit.

"Nice to meet you, Buddy," said King. He looked at the rabbit. "And you too, Buddy. So you know Sid?"

Buddy nodded vigorously. "Play the game."

"The game, right, why don't you show me? Can you do that?"

Again Buddy nodded his head, and smiled. He ran to the corner of the room where there was a box of stuff. He pulled out a tennis ball and came back to them.

He stood in front of Morse and held up the ball. "Okay, I'm pitching the . . ."

Buddy's focus seemed to wander, and he just stood there holding the ball and his rabbit with his mouth wide open and his eyes expressionless.

King prompted, "The ball. You're pitching theball, Buddy."

Buddy came back to life. "Okay, I'm pitching the ball." He made a great show of a major league windup that exposed far more of his anatomy than either King or Joan cared to see. As he let the ball go, however, it was in a slow, underhand style.

It was heading right for Morse's head. A second before it hit him, Morse's right hand shot up and caught the ball. Then the hand dropped, the ball still clenched there. Buddy hopped 'round and then took a bow. "The game," he said.

He went over to Morse and tried to get the ball back, but Morse's fingers remained clenched around it. Buddy turned to them with a pathetic expression. "He never gives it back. He's mean! Mean, mean, mean!"

Carl popped his head in. "Everything cool? Oh, hey, Buddy."

"He won't give the ball back," Buddy cried out.

"No problem. Calm down." Carl strode over, took the ball out ofMorse's hand and gave it back to Buddy. Buddy turned to King and held out the ball. "Your turn!"

King looked at Carl, who smiled and said, "It's okay. It's just a reflex action. Docs here have a long name for it, but that's the only thing Sid does. The others get a big kick out of it."

King shrugged and gently tossed the ball to Morse, who caught it again.

"So, does anyone ever visit Sid?" Joan asked Carl.

"Brother used to when he first got here, but he ain't been around for a long time now. I guess Sid was some big deal years ago 'cause we had some reporters come by when he was admitted. But that didn't last long after they saw what shape he was in. Now nobody comes. He just sits in that chair."

"And catches the ball," added Joan.

"Right."

As they were leaving, Buddy came racing up after Joan and King. He had the tennis ball in his hand. "You can have this if you want to. I have lots of others."

King took the ball. "Thanks, Buddy."

Buddy held up his rabbit. "Thank Buddy too."

"Thanks, Buddy."

He looked at Joan and held up the rabbit even higher. "Kiss Buddy?"

King nudged Joan with his elbow. "Go ahead, he's cute."

"What, I don't even get dinner first?"

Joan pecked the rabbit on the cheek.

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