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inside? I know some people who'd like to help you work through this." |
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Packard looked down. His skin paled several shades; then he tore his gaze from the street ten floors below. "All right." |
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D.J. almost fell out of the window at the man's capitulation. What had McCall done that was so wonderful? He'd acted like he cared, and a few seconds later the jumper was eating out of his hand like a tame wolf. Maybe this softer side stuff had its uses. |
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McCall inched back toward the window, glancing over every few seconds to check on Packard. The man inched along next to him, docile as a newborn lamb. When McCall reached the window he gave D.J. a jaunty thumbs up, complete with a grin, and threw his leg over the sill. With one leg on the inside and one still outside, he helped Packard through the window. |
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Once inside, Packard sank to the floor, as though his legs could no longer support him. He looked up at D.J. "Guess that was pretty dumb." |
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She fought the urge to shuffle her feet in discomfort. She never knew what to say to people who looked at her with a world of pain in their eyes. And, in her line of work, there'd been a lot of them. |
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Thankfully, the door opened at that moment, and several emergency personnel came in. They surrounded Craig Packard, talking to him in soothing tones reminiscent of the one McCall had used, and leading him toward the door. He would have an escort to the Lakeview hospital, where he would undergo twenty-four hours of mandatory observa- |
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