battery, also with a result.
Good jobs.
Detectives Cutter and Sheldon were seeking an armed carjacker. On the streets and in a couple of nightclubs, people had been getting in fights â the usual â but if anyone had pulled or used a knife or a gun lately, it had not been reported to MBPD.
Maybe not love in the air, but peace of a kind.
And a lot of paperwork to complete.
The usual.
Grace called from Zurich at five after one.
âIâm about to have an early dinner with a few of the delegates,â she told Sam. âI donât know where weâre going, but they seem a nice bunch.â
She was hungry for details about Joshua, wanted to check on the rest of the family, to know how Samâs rehearsal had gone.
âYour day first,â he said.
âItâs been good â interesting session on parenting, tougher afternoon dealing with serious depression in adolescents.â
âCertainly your territory,â Sam said.
âI did contribute,â Grace told him.
âHow did that feel?â
âGood,â she said. âStimulating, I guess.â
âIâm feeling a little sore,â he told her. âAll we really did last night was block the moves for the fight, and even that felt like a damned workout. Jack Holden might weigh less than me, but heâs no lightweight, I can tell you.â
âTell him I said to be gentle with you,â Grace told him.
And then they both said how much they missed each other.
Both knowing it was true.
Both liking that.
âCataracts,â David told her, âare nothing in the scheme of things.â
âExcept they make you go blind,â Mildred said.
âIf left untreated, yes, they do.â
She had been very quiet on the short drive home, had let David take her arm getting in and out of the car because her eyes were still blurry, had then sat thinking dark thoughts about how much worse things might become if she did not start doing as she was told.
Mildred had never appreciated being
told
.
David had waited till they were safely back home in the comfortable old living room that had been little altered since his late wife Judyâs days. Not that David hadnât encouraged Mildred to make changes if she wanted to, but though she had bought some cushions and had expressed a great liking for a painting of South Beach â which David had promptly gone out to buy for her â the room was still much as it had been.
âIâm not minimizing anything,â he said now. âBut I canât help feeling relieved.â
âYou thought it might be worse.â She was assailed by guilt. âYouâve been afraid for me. Iâm so sorry. Iâve been selfish.â
âYouâve been scared,â David said. âItâs allowed. And I know youâre still scared because of what comes next, but itâs going to be fine. In fact, once itâs done, itâll be better than fine.â
âI know thatâs true, and I know Iâm generally regarded as having good common sense. But now I have to go see an ophthalmic surgeon, and youâll have to give me two tranquilizers that dayâ â her voice shook a little â âand then thereâll be the surgery . . .â
âWhich you will know nothing about,â David said gently.
âBut Doctor Sutter said that most people have cataracts removed under local anesthesia.â
âHe also said that plenty of other people opt for sedation or general anesthesia. And in your case, I canât think of a single reason why you should have to put yourself through any ordeal that isnât absolutely necessary.â
Mildred looked at him through the lingering blur of the drops. âIâm still a first-class coward,â she said.
âNo oneâs perfect,â David said. âNot even me.â
The waiting room was almost full.
No more than usual in a busy, multiphysician Miami
James Patterson and Maxine Paetro