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rushed back into the living room.  When she tried to offer them water, she realized that they were both in deeper stages of shock than when she had left the room.  She set the useless glasses of water on the coffee table and stood unsure of what to do with her hands.  Gerald was now doubled over with his forehead on the fluffy rug bawling and pounding his left fist on the floor slowly.  However, Kyma’s mother was worse.  Her eyes had rolled and only the whites were showing.  Jennifer sprinted over to her and checked to make sure her tongue was not hampering her breathing.
    “God-damned ambulance.  Hurry up!”  She made a face as she pinched open the woman’s mouth by squeezing her cheeks.
    Belatedly realizing she should have brought back-up, Jennifer hoped that she could manage the pair until the paramedics arrived.  Just then she heard the whirring of the ambulance’s siren.  Breathing a sigh of relief Jennifer held down the fort for the next 5 minutes.  She went between both family members and made sure that they were breathing and did not injure themselves.
    ***
    The second ambulance’s doors slammed enclosing Gerald Palmer’s drugged form in a cocoon of tranquility.  Mrs. Barnes had to be more heavily sedated as she began to jerk and writhe on the sofa within moments of the EMT personnel arriving.
    “You did pretty okay in there Officer,” said the male paramedic.
    “It’s Detective, Detective Holden.  Thanks…my first solo notification, no less.”
    He whistled and shook his head.
    “And you had two of them.  Wow.  Good thing they didn’t flip out on you.  I’ve seen some families take it out on the messenger.  You’re pretty darned lucky.  You following, us or what?”
    Jennifer stood and stared wide-eyed at him.  It had never occurred to her that she was in any danger.  Forcing air back into her lungs, she nodded.
    “Yeah, I’m following. Didn’t get anything out of them.  I’ve got no other leads and they’ve got to know something.”
    He nodded sympathetically and ambled around the side of the EMT emergency vehicle while calling over his shoulder, “Hope so, for your sake.  See you at Methodist.”
    ***
    After being a permanent fixture at the hospital for thirty-six hours, Jennifer was finally cleared to talk to Gerald.  Her eyes flicked past the red-plastic covered mini Bible under his hand on top of the stark white hospital sheet.  He clutched it and hid it from her view when he noticed her staring at it.
    She nodded towards the now hidden book.
    “You get comfort from that?”
    “Don’t you?”
    She shrugged, “I asked you, first.”
    He frowned.  Then, his lips turned up sardonically.  “I’m finally in a situation where I need my faith and what happens?  The one sent to help has not a drop of it.”  His eyes held no jaded mirth or sympathy for her.  They simply contained a hint of accusation and a heaping load of dejection.  “Well, let’s get on with it, Detective.  Religion and State don’t mix, right?  What do you need of me?”
    Unnerved, Jennifer lowered her eyes and fiddled about trying to gain her composure before starting her questions.  Clearing her throat, she pulled her small notebook out of her side pant leg pocket and flipped it open.
    “Need a list of all of her friends — work and personal.  Need her past lovers, if you know who they are.  Need any disputes you and she had in the last year, and any other disputes you know of that she had with others in the past year…”
    “I get it.  Did I do it?  Or, did a disgruntled ex-lover kill her knowing she was about to be off the market.  Understood.”
    Jennifer gave him a curt nod and he gave her a list of friends, colleagues and a basic rundown of Kyma’s life and habits.  Armed with those lists Jennifer thanked and promised him justice for Kyma.  She was turning away when Gerald stopped her.
    “Detective Holden?”
    She paused but didn’t turn around.
    “I may be stepping