Every Breath You Take (Second Opportunities 4)
Page 81, Evan. Thanks for making time for me.”
Tossing the paper down in disgust, Evan stood up and shook Billy’s hand. At seventeen, Billy was a good-looking kid, a little stocky, as his father had been, but not as pleasant to be around.
The psychiatrists and the court had both agreed—with a little help from the excellent defense lawyers that Evan’s law firm had selected—that his ADHD medication had caused Billy’s psychotic break the day he shot his father. That didn’t require a big stretch of imagination, since there’d been mounting evidence that the medication could cause psychotic episodes in some people. A year of confinement in a psychiatric hospital, plus ongoing therapy during his three-year probation period, had supposedly helped him resolve conflicts and learn impulse control.
’s your new girlfriend?” Evan asked, trying to remember what Billy had said her name was during his last visit.
’s fine.”
did you meet her?”
group therapy. You probably know her parents—the Crowells?”
Evan didn’t know them, so he shook his head and ended the small talk. can I do for you?” Evan asked, but he already had a good idea why Billy was there. Cecil had died recently, and he’d left one-third of his estate to charity and one-third to Billy, which was to be held in trust until he was thirty, with the stipulation that he forfeited it if he was convicted of any felony in the meantime. The remaining one-third had been left to Mitchell Wyatt, who had already directed the executors to use his share to create the William Wyatt Foundation for Victims of Violence.
, we’ve already had this conversation. As I told you, Cecil’s will was drawn up by the best probate law firm in Chicago. I’ve looked it over, and there’s no way you can get your money back from Mitchell. I know it’s not fair, but you’re going to have to learn to live with it—”
don’t understand! I hate that son of a bitch. I hate him so much I can’t stand it.”
me, I know how you feel.”
Billy looked contemptuous of that possibility, so Evan reached out and shoved theTribune in front of him. you see that picture? That was my girlfriend. Mitchell Wyatt got her pregnant. See that kid—that’s his kid.”
Billy studied the boy in the photograph, and then he said in a chilling voice, —this makes him what—my cousin?”
Chapter Forty-three
THE CLOSEST PARKto Donovan’s took up an entire city block, with paths through the trees leading to all four bordering streets. It was too far away for Danny to walk on his own, but he always insisted on trying anyway and ended up walking beside his stroller part of the way and riding in it the rest. who I see,” Molly told him as they neared the park. ’s our friend Reba, with a balloon. I wonder who it’s for?”
, Danny,” Reba said, and pretended she didn’t know a red balloon was floating by a string from her hand.
?” Danny asked, pointing to the balloon. ?” he added with a lopsided grin that never failed to get an answering smile—and usually whatever he wanted, as well.
Smiling, Reba stood up, still holding the balloon, and gave Molly a wink. the balloon, Danny, and I’ll show you a surprise.”
turtle!” Danny predicted joyously, following her toward one of the paths, with Molly holding his hand and pushing the empty stroller.
the balloon,” Reba chanted over her shoulder as she started down the path.
balloon is the same color as your shirt,” Molly told Danny. color is it?”
!” Danny replied gleefully.
In the park near the swings, two mothers looked up and saw a bright red balloon floating upward from the trees. They didn’t think anything about it until fifteen minutes later, when a woman staggered from the path with blood streaming from her head.
A block away, on the opposite side of the park, an old man was sitting on a bench tossing peanuts to a squirrel. A young couple emerged from the park, pushing a dark green stroller with a child who was trying to climb out. The young mother laughed and pressed him back down. The old man on the bench didn’t think anything about that until twenty minutes later, when police cars, with sirens screaming and light bars flashing, descended on the park from every direction.
ON THE FIFTHfloor of the Richard J. Daley Center, Gray Elliott was in his office, eating lunch at his desk and writing an outline for a speech he was scheduled to give before the Illinois Anti-Crime Commission the following week. With a sandwich in one hand, he picked up his telephone with the other and answered a phone call from police captain Russell Harvey.
,” the captain said, just got a phone call from a lieutenant downtown who knows that you and I have dinner at Donovan’s once in a while. Kate Donovan’s son was kidnapped from a park near the restaurant an hour ago. I thought you’d want to know.”
Gray dropped his sandwich on the desk and stood up. caught the case?”
couple of pretty good detectives. They’re on their way to tell Kate right now.”
you assign MacNeil and Childress instead and put them in charge? They’ve been partners for a couple of years now, and from everything I hear, they’ve racked up one of the best arrest records in the department.”