1. Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7)


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    nakedness out of my head, I said, “Oh! Yeah! Yeah, that was me.” They teased me about taking night courses in civil engineering on the sly while trying to break into politics—generally ‘busting my balls’ to make up for lost time while I was away. After joking around for a bit, Garry switched the subject to something that had been going on at the station house. Garry said, “There’s a guy that’s been coming around every few days looking for you.” My brow wrinkled in puzzlement and I asked, “Looking for me? What guy?” Brian said, “He won’t say who he is. He just keeps asking for you—showed up last Monday; asked for David.” Garry said, “We told him you weren’t here—offered to give you a message—he just said he’d be back.” Clueless, I just shook my head while trying to figure it out. Brian asked, “Do you have unpaid parking tickets or something? Maybe he’s trying to serve you a summons!” Garry offered, “Or, maybe he’s wondering why you never called him the next morning!” Brian and Garry were busting at the gut with laughter; I just said as dry as possible, “You guys are hilarious.” Truthfully, the joke was pretty damn funny and it took all I had not to laugh with them. After a few more minutes of jokes at my expense, we all found something to do and went to work. It was just after lunch and I was outside doing some maintenance checks on a few fire hoses when a voice came from behind me; interrupting my train of thought. “Are you David?” he asked. I said, “That’s me,” as I ...
    turned while standing to face the man. He asked, “Are you David Mann?” “That’s right; what can I do for you?” I asked. I was starting to wonder if I was about to be served to appear or arrested. But then I decided both seemed unlikely; he didn’t quite fit the part. He was a big enough guy; dressed nice, but he looked like hell—like he hadn’t slept in weeks. He put out his hand while making his introduction, saying, “My name is Bill—Bill Phelps.” I shook Bill’s hand and said, “Nice to meet you,” while waiting for him to get to what brought him here. Bill was looking for the right words to explain what he wanted before he just stated talking. “The nurse said I just missed you. I was so upset that she was alone before…” his words trailed off as his eyes became glassy. “But she says she wasn’t alone: that you were with her.” I said, “You are Katie’s Dad. I’m so sorry for your loss. I did everything I could…” He stopped me, saying, “I know you did. Believe me: I know. I tried to find you sooner, but the nurse wouldn’t give me any information about you.” I thought (but didn’t say) ‘she clearly gave you my name…’ I just said, “Yeah, they can’t by law, I think.” Bill seemed to hesitate to go on but I didn’t push him to continue. I knew he was surely still grieving over the loss of his wife and daughter and perhaps just needed to talk to me to work through some of those thoughts. He was having a hard time looking me in the face and kept gazing towards the ground while shifting his weight ...
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