Later. Fire and Rescue had come first, then the Key Biscayne police, and other strangers, too, in and out of uniform, all of them behaving kindly to her, calmly, the way trained emergency personnel behaved with someone on the edge. She didn’t know how much time had elapsed between then and now. Since the moment she had ended everything that was good and decent. ‘Why aren’t I saying what?’ Sam asked. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I guess, maybe “My God, Grace, what have you done?” Something like that.’ Sam knew shock when he saw it. He could not begin to imagine how she was feeling, though he had killed, more than once, in the line of duty, and one time, a few years ago, acting out of jurisdiction, he had ended the life of someone close to Cathy, a killer, but nonetheless . . . Cops were, for the most part, pretty well taken care of on the psychological front after traumatic events, and sure, cops were human, too, but Grace . . . Grace lived to take care of others.
