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stepped toward the window. "Your ledgeside manner is atrocious. The guy's gonna jump just to get away from your yelling at him." |
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D.J. breathed a sigh of relief. McCall hadn't realized she spoke to thin air and not the jumper. "Excuse me for wanting to get the guy inside. Let's see how you do." |
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Before D.J. could stop him, McCall climbed out onto the ledge. |
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McCall silenced her with a glare. "I know what I'm doing; now back off." |
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D.J.'s eyes widened, but she did as he said. In truth, she had no desire to deal with Mr. Packard. She had never been good in situations where extreme emotions were involved, and from the looks of Craig Packard such was the case here. |
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McCall's voice drifted in through the window, and D.J. inched forward, drawn to the sound of peace in his tone. |
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"So, Craig, I hear you don't want to talk. Hey, that's all right. Some things are just too big to be talked about, aren't they?" |
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D.J. strained her ears, hoping for some response from Packard. Not a sound. She leaned her back against the wall next to the open window. From such a vantage point she could hear everything and still remain out of sight of the two men. She didn't think McCall would take kindly to any distractions right now. |
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"Care if I sit down?" No answer from Packard. "Thanks." |
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"Don't get too close to him, moron," D.J. hissed. |
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