the sparks of anger he’d seen when she’d first approached quickly faded to something else—a wariness, almost like an animal that had been hurt and wasn’t sure if it was going to be hurt again.
“I told you. Nobody calls me Lizzie.”
“I do.”
That’s how he’d always think of her…Lizzie…tall, lanky, spirited, beautiful Lizzie. She looked up at him, and he thought he might drown in the pale blue of her eyes.
“Just tell me about Jeremy, please.” Liz chewed on her bottom lip and waited for his answer.
“Okay…Sheriff.” He nodded in deference to her request. “The boy is doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances. I was just about to call you. I need to know how much longer the house will be off-limits.”
“Why?” She eyed him warily. “If you need clothes or toys or something, I would be happy to pick them up for you.”
“That’s not what I’m asking. I want to know if you’ve finished gathering evidence for the forensic portion of your investigation.”
Liz studied him like a specimen under a microscope. “It’s been three days. To my knowledge, we’ve already gathered all the forensic evidence. I’ll have to check with Detective Davenport and verify that he’s finished with the premises but the house will probably be available sometime tomorrow. Why?”
“Because I want to take Jeremy home.”
“Home? To his home? You can’t be serious.” Her shocked expression was almost painful to see. “We haven’t even had a team in there to clean the place!”
“I have already arranged for a cleaning service from Poplar Bluff that specializes in difficult stains and hazardous materials to go in and sanitize the house. They’re on standby. As soon as you give me the go-ahead, I’ll call them. The place will be spotless before we arrive.”
She planted her hands on her hips. This time he could actually feel the heat from the laser look she shot him.
“The worst thing you can do is take him back into that house after everything that has happened. He’s been traumatized. He doesn’t need to be reminded of it.”
“That’s one school of thought.” Adam kept his voice soft and calm so he didn’t upset her more. “Some psychiatrists will tell you to avoid the place where a trauma occurred. I don’t necessarily agree.”
“Of course not,” Liz hissed. “You’re just like your father, aren’t you? Following in the same footsteps like a clone instead of being your own person.”
Adam felt a flush of anger warm his neck and cheeks at her biting barb. He realized he wasn’t the only one who knew which buttons to push to get a rise.
“Don’t do this, Adam. Please. You know what living in a place where a terrible tragedy occurred can do to the survivors. You saw the devastation up close and personal.” The pleading tone in her voice verified his assumptions. This wasn’t just about Jeremy. This was also about Luke.
“Jeremy has been through a major traumatic event. He needs to start to heal,” he said.
“You think I don’t know that?”
“Autistic children, on the whole, do not function well with sudden change. They require structure and repetition in their lives.”
“Well, go ahead and provide him with structure and repetition—someplace else. You can’t expect him to live in that house. Not now. Not since his family…”
Adam noted the near hysteria in her voice, the tense body language. Liz fought to remain calm and logical but she was losing the battle. The thought of returning Jeremy to the crime scene was obviously plunging her back in time…Luke and Jeremy…past and present…all swirling around in a painful mess and coloring her decisions. He knew he had to tread as lightly as possible but he also knew that he couldn’t budge on this issue regardless.
“Liz, I understand your concerns. I do.” He reached out a hand to comfort her. She moved away before he could connect and a shaft of pain hit his heart. He understood her
“I told you. Nobody calls me Lizzie.”
“I do.”
That’s how he’d always think of her…Lizzie…tall, lanky, spirited, beautiful Lizzie. She looked up at him, and he thought he might drown in the pale blue of her eyes.
“Just tell me about Jeremy, please.” Liz chewed on her bottom lip and waited for his answer.
“Okay…Sheriff.” He nodded in deference to her request. “The boy is doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances. I was just about to call you. I need to know how much longer the house will be off-limits.”
“Why?” She eyed him warily. “If you need clothes or toys or something, I would be happy to pick them up for you.”
“That’s not what I’m asking. I want to know if you’ve finished gathering evidence for the forensic portion of your investigation.”
Liz studied him like a specimen under a microscope. “It’s been three days. To my knowledge, we’ve already gathered all the forensic evidence. I’ll have to check with Detective Davenport and verify that he’s finished with the premises but the house will probably be available sometime tomorrow. Why?”
“Because I want to take Jeremy home.”
“Home? To his home? You can’t be serious.” Her shocked expression was almost painful to see. “We haven’t even had a team in there to clean the place!”
“I have already arranged for a cleaning service from Poplar Bluff that specializes in difficult stains and hazardous materials to go in and sanitize the house. They’re on standby. As soon as you give me the go-ahead, I’ll call them. The place will be spotless before we arrive.”
She planted her hands on her hips. This time he could actually feel the heat from the laser look she shot him.
“The worst thing you can do is take him back into that house after everything that has happened. He’s been traumatized. He doesn’t need to be reminded of it.”
“That’s one school of thought.” Adam kept his voice soft and calm so he didn’t upset her more. “Some psychiatrists will tell you to avoid the place where a trauma occurred. I don’t necessarily agree.”
“Of course not,” Liz hissed. “You’re just like your father, aren’t you? Following in the same footsteps like a clone instead of being your own person.”
Adam felt a flush of anger warm his neck and cheeks at her biting barb. He realized he wasn’t the only one who knew which buttons to push to get a rise.
“Don’t do this, Adam. Please. You know what living in a place where a terrible tragedy occurred can do to the survivors. You saw the devastation up close and personal.” The pleading tone in her voice verified his assumptions. This wasn’t just about Jeremy. This was also about Luke.
“Jeremy has been through a major traumatic event. He needs to start to heal,” he said.
“You think I don’t know that?”
“Autistic children, on the whole, do not function well with sudden change. They require structure and repetition in their lives.”
“Well, go ahead and provide him with structure and repetition—someplace else. You can’t expect him to live in that house. Not now. Not since his family…”
Adam noted the near hysteria in her voice, the tense body language. Liz fought to remain calm and logical but she was losing the battle. The thought of returning Jeremy to the crime scene was obviously plunging her back in time…Luke and Jeremy…past and present…all swirling around in a painful mess and coloring her decisions. He knew he had to tread as lightly as possible but he also knew that he couldn’t budge on this issue regardless.
“Liz, I understand your concerns. I do.” He reached out a hand to comfort her. She moved away before he could connect and a shaft of pain hit his heart. He understood her
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