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She'd heard plenty of horror stories about jumpers who took caring cops with them for a free ride. |
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McCall kept right on talking, ignoring D.J.'s warning, though he must have heard her. "I've gotta tell you, Craig, I don't much care for heights. But I would like to hear what's bothering you." |
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Still nothing. D.J.'s patience slipped a notch. She opened her mouth to order McCall back inside, but when he spoke again the order died on her lips. |
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"Bad things happen to good people all the time, Craig. It's a sad fact of life. But the strong fight back. I know it sounds trite, but given time just about everything has a solution. I'd like to help you find yours, if you'll let me." |
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McCall sounded so sincere, D.J. found herself leaning forward to catch a glimpse of his face. How could he care about a complete stranger within a matter of moments? It took her months to loosen up enough to make a friend, and even then she had trouble talking about anything important with anyone. As a result, people often drifted away after a few failed attempts at trying to draw D.J. out of herself. |
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Craig Packard turned toward McCall with a lost look in his eyes. D.J. caught her breath. The blank look had receded. McCall had made progress. Packard lowered his arms and sat with great care on the ledge next to his companion. |
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"I'm Chris. Chris McCall." |
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"No, but I'd like us to. What do you say we go |
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