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Part 19 � Party in
Will�s Room

It took a little persuasion, but Don got someone from his
office to run down to UC Irvine to get Amy Stevens.� After that, he asked to be transferred to Megan.

�Any progress?� Don asked.

�Some,� Megan replied.�
�First, though, any change?�

�Nothing yet.� Don replied.�
�Though his parents are here.�

�Oh, that sounds like fun.�

�A party.�

�Well,� Megan said. ��We were able to get into the Richlands� computers
and find the email they got.� It was really
barebones � your names, job titles, basic description like height, hair color,
the sort of stuff you can get from a driver�s license, as well as what names
you were going under at Clear Creek, and that you were out of contact until
Friday.�

Don frowned.� �What
about payment demands or �?�

Megan made a noise of frustration.� �Nothing else.� It is really odd, I agree.� We�re working on backtracing the email now,
but it�s a tough job.� This mole really
knows their tech tricks.� Charlie�s
practically riding a unicycle and juggling now.�

Don chuckled at the image, then he sobered.� �Let me know when you find him, okay?� I want to be there when you take him down.�

�I don�t think that�s a good idea,� Megan said gently.

�I know it isn�t a
good idea,� Don said.� �But I want to be
there anyway.�

�Well, I�ll let you know when we finish the backtrace.�

�How are you going to let me know?� I can�t use my cellphone in Will�s room.�

�Right.�� Megan
thought for a moment.� �I�ll send Charlie
over or come myself to spell David, depending on how long it takes.�

�Okay, thanks.�

�You doing okay?�

Don shrugged, though she couldn�t see over the phone.� �I wish I had more to do, but you guys don�t
need me hovering while you work.�

�Hovering and checking your watch,� Megan said wryly.

�That, too,� Don said and ended the call.

He pulled up Colby�s number and dialed him.

�Don?�� Colby
said.� �Everything okay?�

�Yeah, no change.� I
just stepped out for a few minutes to make some calls.�

�Well, Nena�s at Martina�s now and I�m heading back to the
hospital.�

Don ran a hand through his hair.� �Can I get you to swing by a newsstand and
pick up a newspaper or two and some magazines, something Will might like to
listen to?�

�Sure.�

�Good.� Will�s parents
are here and conversation is a little � awkward.�

�I can imagine,� Colby said, then after a pause.� �Should I stay away?�

�No!�� Don said, more
sharply than he intended to.� �Will needs
all his family here.�

�Okay, see you in a few.�

Don hung up and stared at his phone.� No, there was�nt really anyone else to call.� He found himself reluctant to go back to
Will�s room.� The mood had become much
more tense with the arrival of Will�s parents.�
He couldn�t begrudge them being there, though.� They had as much right to be there as he did,
maybe more.

He and Cindi slowly returned to Will�s room.� Alan was back at Will�s side, reading more of
Will�s book out loud.� Min was looking
out the window and Edward seemed to be listening to Alan�s reading.

�Amy will be here soon,� Don said to the room at large.� Min made an annoyed sound but didn�t say
anything further.� Don pulled a chair up
to the opposite side of Will�s bed from his father, and took Will�s hand in
his.� Alan nodded his thanks so that he
could use both hands for the book then continued reading.�

Alan had finished one chapter, started a second, and Don�s
eyelids were drooping when Colby arrived.�
He brought with him a welcome pile of fresh reading material.�

�Let�s see,� Colby said.�
�I�ve got today�s �LA Times� and �LA Daily,� �Sports Illustrated,�
�People,� and �Sci Fi Magazine.�� He
turned to Alan.� �I also brought your
Sudoku book.�

�Thank you!� Alan said.

�Great, great,� Don said, standing up and taking the pile of
material from Colby.� Urban planning psychology
was not going to keep him awake.� He set
the pile down on the table between Min and Edward and said, �Dr. Stevens, Mrs.
Stevens, this is Colby Granger, my co-worker and brother-in-law.� Colby, these are Will�s parents.�

Looking nervous, Colby shook Edward�s hand and nodded to Min.

�How�s Nena?� Cindi asked.

�She�s pretty upset,� Colby said.� �I took her home, then over to Martina�s, a
lady she�s used to.� She�ll do better
after a nap.�

�Who�s Nena?� Min asked.�
�Your wife?�

�No,� Colby said, his eyes flickering uncertainly.� �She�s my little girl.� She�s five.�

�Oh, how nice,� Min said, looking pointedly at Cindi.� �It must be wonderful to have a grandchild,
Mr. Eppes.�

�It�s Alan,� Alan replied, �And yes, it�s delightful.� She�s a sweet, funny little girl.� Colby, why don�t you sit down next to Will and
tell him about yesterday when Nena and Monster chased Koota?�

Colby smiled.� �That
was quite a sight.�� Alan got to his feet
and Colby sat down next to Will.

Edward picked up the newspaper and buried himself in the
business section.

�So,� Colby turned to address Cindi as a safer person than
Min. ��Koota is the dog that belongs to
our next-door neighbor, Mrs. Singh, a little old woman.� Koota is a Rottweiler, a big goofy dog,
really sweet but brainless.� Mrs. Singh
absolutely adores him.

�Yesterday, Koota breaks down his gate, we guess chasing a
squirrel or something, then it�s like he realizes he�s loose and takes
off.� Mrs. Singh is really upset, as you
can imagine.� So Charlie and I are
sitting in the front room, trying to reassure Mrs. Singh that Koota will come
back.�� Suddenly Alan comes downstairs
and says, �Look outside.�

�We look outside and here down the street comes Nena and
Monster with Koota.� Monster is Don and
Will�s cat who we�re looking after while they�re gone.� Now, Monster is a big cat and Nena�s a
healthy five-year-old, but here they are, herding this dog, who�s probably
hundred-twenty pounds.� Nena is sort of
pushing him from behind and Monster is running back and forth and blocking
Koota every time he tries to turn around.�
Monster isn�t hissing or anything, he�s just looking Koota in the eye
and intimidating this dog that outweighs him by a hundred pounds.

�Mrs. Singh goes running outside and grabs Koota by the
collar.� And Koota looks soo embarrassed,
his great bid for freedom foiled by a little girl, a cat, and an old lady.�

Don laughed, the scene easy to picture.

Cindi laughed and clapped, saying, �Will always has the best
Nena stories.� Sometimes I think he�s
making them up!�

�Nope,� Colby said, smiling and shaking his head.� �She�s a smart cookie.� I tease her that she takes after Charlie.�

Don grinned.� �Just
what the world needs, another Charlie!�

�Well, sounds like she might be taking more after her Uncle
Don,� Cindi said.� �Doesn�t she have her
own badge?�

�It�s a toy badge,� Don said, then turned to Alan.� �Hey, Dad, do you still have that gun I
played with as a kid?�

Alan groaned dramatically.�
�Wonder if I should sign her up for baseball, before it�s too late.�

�So,� Min�s cool voice cut through the laughter.� �You let a five-year-old girl wander the
streets alone, with just a cat for supervision?�

Alan protested, �We know all our neighbors and keep an eye
out for the neighborhood kids.�

Colby frowned and said, �Nena knows what to do if anyone she
doesn�t know approaches her.�

Min sniffed, her opinion of their parenting quite plain.

There was a stiff silence for a moment then Alan said
brightly, �Colby, why don�t you read something from the �Sports Illustrated�
you brought?�

Colby nodded slowly, dragging angry eyes from Min.� Don knew that Colby was very sensitive when
it came to how he raised Nena.� Don stood
up and got the magazine.� His back to
Min, he handed the magazine to Colby and mouthed, �Ignore her.�

Grimacing, Colby took the magazine and opened it to read.
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