I could tell in his reaction that I didn’t look good. I couldn’t respond, only squint my eyes in terror.
“God! Elliott! Why didn’t you wait for me boy?” He asked, his eyes becoming moist. His hands searched the air above my body. Searching for something he could do for me. Everything about Danny’s eyes made me realize that Jesse had probably beaten me within an inch of my life and if felt that way too. I managed a grunt but that was the best I could do.
“Can you move?” He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in response.
I’ll be right back,” he said, removing his coat and throwing it over my chest.
The heat from his body stayed with the jacket and I wished I could tell him how much I had needed that. He ran to his cruiser and I heard him scream into the radio for an ambulance. So, it’s gonna’ be one of those days? I hoped that I just looked worse than I really felt. That’s usually how these things play out. I’d gone to the emergency room before after a hard hit. It almost always looked worse than it actually was. Danny ran back to my side while we waited for the ambulance.
“We know it’s Jesse,” he said, probably trying to distract me from the pain I was feeling.
I squinted my eyes in response, as if to ask him how. I added my face to the things I was able to move and realized that I was starting to regain the use of the end of my extremities.
“When your mom called me bawling that you weren’t there I rushed to the Jacobs’ home and saw a bloody brick loosed from their home on Jules’ floor. I checked the recording to see if I could get some sort of clue as to where they were taking you.
“I’ll tell you this, watching you struggle with him ripped my insides to shreds. I panicked that I’d never be able to find you. I called Jules. She’s on her way home Elliott.”
I wished he hadn’t done that. I didn’t want her to worry. I would have preferred she not find out anything until after the worse was over.
“She told me to check the school,” he continued. “I wondered how she knew you would be here but I’m glad she suggested it. It was the last place I would have thought to check. You surely would have frozen solid by the time I’d thought to check here.” He shook his head at the idea before continuing on,“You managed to pull off part of his mask and I saw that stupid tattoo he had gotten weeks ago on his neck.” He leaned closer to my face with a grin, “I bet you he’d never thought in a million years that that was how we’d catch him. He definitely knew you had cameras in the room.
“I’m also betting he knew you were going to be waiting in there to catch him.”
So that was what Taylor was checking on. She wasn’t looking for Jules. Jesse must have seen the camera and had her check the house for the main feed. I’m such an idiot, I thought.
“He took your cameras, and your laptop, thinking that he’d gotten rid of any evidence. I don’t think he realized you were feeding it to my computer offsite as well. What a fool. It was very smart thinking on your part. It was enough to get a warrant son. This morning Sam tried to arrest Jesse but,” he hesitated. I could tell he didn’t want to continue but I knew what he was about to say anyway. “He can’t be found, but don’t worry! Sam will get him!
“And Elliott? I’m sorry I didn’t believe you before.”
He continued talking, jabbering on and on in nervousness, trying to make me feel better but all I wanted was to hear that Jules was okay. I at least knew that Jesse hadn’t gotten to her but I needed so much more. I needed to hear that she was as perfect as the day she had to flee Bramwell. No, that she was better. I knew where Jesse was going. Jules would know it too. He was going to his parents’ cabin in Blackwater Falls. I knew him all too well. That’s where he went after he did anything that could land him in jail. It’s where he hid until the dust from the trouble he always caused settled.
The ambulance finally came around. The paramedics tried to ask me questions. They told me to blink once for yes, twice for no and I tried to answer as best I could but it was truly difficult when their questions seemed to lead in the wrong direction.
I wanted to scream out, let them know what he had done. I was desperate for one of them to inspect my neck for a puncture wound but lost hope when they placed the neck brace around my throat. This had an unexpected effect and I started choking on the air with each breath, trying to scream from the pain. They removed the brace and used a much smaller one, one that wouldn’t touch my broken jaw but would at least offer some sort of support in case my neck was broken.
On the count of three, they slid me onto a backboard, then easily lifted me onto a gurney, not a small feat for a two hundred pound plus victim. I laid flat and as they rolled me past the school I noticed that Jesse had spray painted and vandalized the school, no doubt, in an attempt to frame me for the job.
I had a distinct feeling that my fingerprints would be on all the paint cans. On the wall it read, ‘Jesse Thomas is a psycho’ and ‘Jesse Thomas is going to die’. He had mutilated all the plant life in his wake and broken several windows as well. One of the medics removed something from my arm and glanced at his fellow paramedic. He held up a ribbon of rubber.
For the longest time I sat in the ambulance wondering where I’d seen something like that before. It was what the nurse at my doctor’s office would use when taking blood, when she needed to find a vein. But why? I screamed in my head. For what reason? He injected whatever it was that did this to me in my neck? What if he gave me something else? I thought. What was he doing? He was too smart to make so many mistakes. Then, I heard the medics.
“Son, can you tell me what drugs you took?”
He studied my confused expression.
“The syringe?” He asked. “What was in the syringe at the scene?”
Syringe? I thought. I knew it.