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there?"
I recognize the voice, even through the locked door. Even after
seventeen years. I shout, "Police! Open the door!"
And he does. The second it cracks, I shove it hard and push my way
into the lab.
"_Elizabeth_?"
He's older, heavier, but still the same. Dark hair, blue eyes...I look
at that face every day at dinner. I've looked at it at soccer matches, in
school plays, in his playpen. Dr. Satler looks more shaken to see me than I
would have thought, his face white, sweat on his forehead.
"Hello, Randy."
"Elizabeth. You can't come in here. You have to
leave -- "
"Because of the staph? Do you think I care about that? After all, I'm
in the hospital, right, Randy? This is where the endozine is. This place is
safe. Unless it gets blown up while I'm standing here."
He stares at my left hand, still gripping the doorknob behind me. Then
at the gun in my right hand. A seventeen-year-old Smith & Wesson, and for
five of those years the gun wasn't cleaned or oiled, hidden under my aunt's
garage. But it still fires.
"I'm not going to shoot you, Randy. I don't care if you're alive or
dead. But you're going to help me. I can't find my son -- " _your son_ " --
and Sylvia Goddard told me he's mixed up with that group that blew up the
bridge. He's hiding with them someplace, probably scared out of his skull.
You know everybody in town, everybody with power, you're going to get on that
phone there and find out where Sean is."
"I would do that anyway," Randy says, and now he looks the way I
remember him: impatient and arrogant. But not completely. There's still
sweat on his pale face. "Put that stupid thing away, Elizabeth."
"No."
 "Oh, for..." He turns his back on me and punches at the phone.
"Cam? Randy Satler here. Could you...no, it's not about that...No.
Not yet."
Cameron Witt. The mayor. His son is chief of Emerton's five cops.
"I need a favor. There's a kid missing...I know that, Cam. You don't
have to lecture _me_ on how bad delay could...But you might know about this
kid. Sean Baker."
"Pulaski. Sean Pulaski." He doesn't even know that.
"Sean Pulaski. Yeah, that one...okay. Get back to me...I told you.
_Not yet._" He hangs up. "Cam will hunt around and call back. Now will you
put that stupid gun away, Elizabeth?"
"You still don't say thank you for anything." The words just come out.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"To Cam, or to you for not shooting me?" He says it evenly, and the
evenness is the only way I finally see how furious he is. People don't order
around Dr. Randy Satler at gun point. A part of my mind wonders why he
doesn't call security.
I said, "All right, I'm here. Give me a dose of endozine, just in
case."
He goes on staring at me with that same level, furious gaze. "Too