She didn’t say as much, but she didn’t have to. The first look she gave him he interpreted as, “How could you?” and the second, “I’ll bet you’re just loving this.” He didn’t need a translator. He’d lived with her for over a decade. She sat down well away from him in the small waiting area. He gave her five minutes. It took her less than three to stand up and move closer to him, sitting just one seat away. “Was he wearing his vest?” She looked straight ahead, as did he. “No.” “I told him to wear his vest.” “And you were right to do so. He should have been. It was in his truck.” “Did you catch the guy?” “No. Working on it.” “Working real hard, I can see.” That didn’t take long, he thought. “It collapsed his left lung. Missed the major arteries and blood vessels.
