The Protector (2003) (53 page)

^{In desperation, he hooked his right leg behind Prescott's left ankle and yanked. As Prescott toppled backward, Cavanaugh pushed, landing on him, knocking the wind from him.}

^{Prescott's arms loosened just enough for Cavanaugh to pull free. They rolled away from each other and scrambled to their feet.}

^{Cavanaugh jabbed with the knife.}

^{Prescott dodged back.}

^{Cavanaugh jabbed again.}

^{Prescott dodged farther back, hit the waist-high wall, and went over.}

^{"No!" Cavanaugh shouted.}

^{Rushing, he grabbed Prescott's left arm just before he would have dropped out of sight.}

^{Prescott dangled, his shoes scraping against the cliff. He could barely speak. "Please . . . don't... let... go."}

^{"My shoulder still hurts from when you shot me." Cavanaugh stretched over the wall, clinging to him. "I'm not sure how long I can hold you."}

^{Prescott jerked his other arm up and grabbed Cavanaugh's hands. Far below, the waves pounded the rocks. "Scared."}

^{"I know," Cavanaugh said. "Thanks to your hormone, I'm so frightened, I'm not sure I can control my hands."}

^{As if demonstrating the point, Prescott's blood-streaked arms began to slip through Cavanaugh's grasp. "For God's sake," Prescott said.}

^{"Where's the antidote?"}

^"What?"

^{"Tell me where the antidote is."}

^{Sirens blaring, cars stopped in front of the house. Doors slammed.}

^{"Tell me where the antidote is. I'll let you live."}

^{Prescott's arms slipped farther.}

^{Cavanaugh's trembling hands weakened.}

^{Prescott gasped.}

^{Wincing, Cavanaugh gripped tighter.
"Where's the antidote?"}

^{"Put your hands where I can see them!" Rutherford yelled from the side of the house, aiming a pistol at Cavanaugh.}

^{"I guess I'd better do what the man says." Cavanaugh made a motion as if to release his hands.}

^{"No, wait!" Prescott said.}

^{"The antidote! Where is it?"}

^{"In the house!"}

^{"Keep talking." Cavanaugh clung with all his might.}

^{"Where I was hiding! Behind a monitor! In a red aerosol container!"}

^{"It better not be bug spray, or I'll make you wish I'd dropped you!"}

^{"Pull him up!" Rutherford rounded the corner, accompanied by FBI agents and police officers, all aiming pistols. A similarly intense group rounded the opposite corner, pistols and shotguns aimed.}

^{Still hanging over the wall, clutching Prescott, Cavanaugh asked, "What's going to happen to him, John? Will the government make a deal?"}

^{"Not anymore. Too many people know what happened last night. The newspapers and TV stations all along the coast are asking questions. So are the cable news channels, the networks, the East Coast papers. If the government bargained with a multiple killer in exchange for what he knows, there'd be even
more
questions. He'll be punished."}

^{"Whatever it is, it won't be enough. Prescott, listen to me," Cavanaugh said, pulling him up. "In prison, you'd better let yourself go to pot again, because a buff guy like you will attract a lot of romantic attention from the inmates. Or maybe you'd better take a new batch of muscle stimulant and buff yourself up even more so you can fight off all their advances. You're just beginning to understand what fear is."}

^{Chapter 15.}

^{In the mercilessly bright lights of the ICU room, Cavanaugh sat sleeplessly next to Jamie, watching for the slightest flicker of her eyelids, the slightest twitch around her mouth. The respirator had been removed from her throat. Her chest rose and fell on its own. The flashing, beeping monitors for her pulse, blood pressure, and heart rhythms showed steady improvement.}

^{"Twenty-four hours, and no setbacks," her surgeon said. "An excellent sign."}

^{Cavanaugh nodded, hoping.}

^{"Why don't you go away for a couple of hours and get some rest?" the surgeon suggested.}

^{"If it's all right with you, I'm staying."}

^{At 6:37 in the morning (Cavanaugh noted the time precisely), Jamie's green eyes finally opened. She looked groggy, dazed, in pain. But when she recognized him, her bruised face managed a look of affection.}

^{"Can you understand me?" he asked.}

^{She nodded almost imperceptibly, the effort tiring her.}

^{"In case you don't remember, I'll tell you often," Cavanaugh said. "As soon as you're able, we're going back to Wyoming. We're heading home. We're staying."}

^{Groggy, she tried to study him.}

^{"If I'd agreed to go home when you wanted, you wouldn't have gotten shot. I don't know how to make it up to you, but somehow I will."}

^{With effort, she asked, "Prescott?"}

^{"I found him."}

^{Worry clouded her eyes.}

^{"He's alive. John has him in custody," Cavanaugh assured her.}

^{The beeping of the monitors filled the silence between them.}

^{"I want to prove to you how sorry I am," Cavanaugh said. "You're more important to me than anything. From now on, there's nothing I won't do for you."}

^{Her eyelids weakened.}

^{"I'm sure that's too much for you to understand right now. But I'll be here the next time you wake up, and I'll tell you again. I'll keep telling you." Cavanaugh had trouble with his voice. "Until you forgive me."}

^{Cavanaugh touched her hand.}

^{Jamie's fingers nudged his, almost too faintly to be noticed. But it was enough.}

^{"I'll be here," Cavanaugh said. "Feel how steady my hand is." The antidote was working. "I'll watch over you."}

^{She nodded, her closed eyelids relaxing. As she drifted back to sleep, her bruised lips formed what might have been a smile.}