Several Hours Later
Sweat rolled down Doug Penhall’s bruised face as he slammed his body against the debris that trapped him under the remains of his desk. Twisted metal and broken bricks poked the officer each time he moved. The blast that leveled Jump Street Chapel buried Penhall’s desk, crushing half of it. Penhall pounded his fists against the debris, slicing them open on the shards of glass embedded in the mess.
"Please . . ." Doug prayed. "OH GOD PLEASE!" He howled. The small space became stuffy as the air turned stale. Above his prison, a dog howled and scratched. "HELP!" Doug yelled. The dog whined. A voice drifted to him.
"Hang on!" The voice said.
Machinery whined and the larger debris was slowly lifted off the remains of the desk. Then, human hands removed smaller pieces. A saw cut through the metal desk and the pieces fell away. Rescue workers helped Doug Penhall out of the tangle of brick and metal. A cool breeze ruffled Doug’s hair as dawn shone down on the wreckage.
"What the hell happened?" Penhall asked, confused.
A young woman dressed in tight jeans and a jacket emblazoned with the letters FBI walked up to Penhall. She saluted, then brushed her long, blonde hair out of her face. "I’m Special Agent Kray. If you’ll please come with me."
Doug followed the agent. He could see the rest of the Jump Street Unit gathered by an ambulance. In the distance, the media gathered with their cameras rolling. Another rescuer dashed pass Penhall and Kray. Penhall paused and watched as a group worked over a pile of rubbish from the chapel. A pale, limp arm stuck out from the mass. A medic attached an IV line and monitored the victim. Penhall recognized the thick leather band that encased the wrist.
"Tom," Penhall breathed. He broke away from Kray and stumbled over to his friend’s side. Penhall crossed himself and prayed as the rescuers slowly freed Hanson. Doug held Tom’s exposed hand. A hand clamped on Doug’s shoulder.
"Is he a friend of yours?" Kray asked in a gentle voice.
"Yeah," Penhall bowed his head, tears falling down his face.
"How is he?" Kray demanded of the head of the rescue team.
"Alive, barely," the EMT answered.
"Let’s go," Kray said quietly.
The pair left the crater that had been Jump Street Chapel. Kray took Penhall to his friends. All were bloodied and battered. Fuller sat on the bumper of the ambulance, a large brace around his neck. Hoffs cradled her right arm while Ioki sat on a stretcher with his left leg entombed in a mass of bandages and metal strips. Blowfish stood behind Fuller, shaking his head. The maintenance engineer was the least injured of the group. Booker leaned against the ambulance with a scarlet stained bandage wrapped around his forehead. As Kray approached with group with Penhall, she flashed a bright smile at Booker. Booker returned it. Kray stood next to Booker. They watched as Hanson was lifted onto a stretcher and rushed into an ambulance.
"Oh, god, Tom," Doug whispered. Fuller laid a hand on Doug’s shoulder. Kray cleared her throat.
"Excuse me, but I am to escort you to Saint Francis Medical Center. Your friend will be there," She said. The Jump Street cops were herded into an ambulance. Kray rode escort on her motorcycle.
Saint Francis
Amanda Hanson cried in one of her late husband’s old hankies. Mick Penhall, Doug’s uncle, wrapped his beefy arms around the distraught woman. Mrs. Gina Booker, Dennis’ mother, held Amanda’s hand. The Jump Street cops filed into the waiting room. Booker sat with his mother and Penhall sat with his uncle while the rest gathered near Fuller.
"How are you doing, Douglas?" Mick asked, eyeing the gauze that covered Penhall’s hands. Doug nodded, but didn’t speak.
"Dennis," Gina spoke up. "Will you be coming home with me?"
"No, ma. I’ll get a ride to my place. I’ll be OK." Booker answered his mother.
Agent Kray came in behind the officers and cleared her throat. Booker looked up at her and smiled. She grinned back at him. She flashed her badge. "Special Agent Raven Kray, FBI," She said in a clear voice. "I’ll be the officer in charge of investigating the Jump Street chapel bombing. I know that you all have had a rough night, but I need to know what happened in the moments leading up to the bombing."
Captain Fuller stood up and approached Kray. He showed her his badge. "I’m Captain Adam Fuller."
"You were in charge of the Jump Street program, right?" Raven asked, writing in a notebook.
"Yes. Anyway, Officer Tom Hanson received a call stating that a bomb was at 12 Jump Street."
"12 Jump Street is the overgrown lot on the corner right? Used to be tenant housing, if I remember correctly. Burned down in '68."
"Correct," Fuller tried to nod his head, but the neck brace wouldn’t let him. "Then Hanson paused. The next thing he said was something like "Oh, god, the bomb is here!" Then, the bomb went off."
Kray scribbled in her notebook. "Chuck Paulson was dyslexic," she said with a smirk. "He messed up the timer, setting it for 2 minutes instead of an hour." She paused. "I know this is gross, but when you were being evacuated, did you notice a head laying about that no one was using?"
Mick, Gina, and Amanda looked away. Fuller, Hoffs and Ioki gagged. Penhall seemed lost in his own world. Booker looked thoughtful.
"You looking for a spare?" Booker smirked.
"Nah. I haven’t even broken the head I got on right now in yet!" Raven joked. "Seriously, Paulson lost his head over this whole bombing mess. Literally." Raven sat next to Booker and smiled up at him.
"Well, at least we don’t have to worry if he had been an immortal!" Booker laughed, then winced as the pain jarred his head. Hoffs glared at Booker, but a glance from Fuller stopped her from making a smart retort and possibly starting an argument.
"Um, miss," Raven looked over at Hoffs.
"Officer Judy Hoffs," Hoffs showed her badge.
"Thank you. Officer Hoffs, what were you doing when the bomb went off?" Raven looked up.
"I was playing Officer Dennis Booker at one on one, loser buys dinner," Hoffs answered. She pointed at Booker so Kray could identify him.
"Who was winning?" Kray asked with a sly smile.
"I was ahead by ten points," Judy grinned wickedly.
Ioki leaned forward and sighed. "Jude, when this mess is over, I’ll take all of you out to a fancy meal at one of those restaurants that I can’t pronounce the name. And I’m sure Booker will help to pay for it too."
"And, you are Officer . . . ?" Raven looked up from her notes.
"H.T. Ioki," Ioki answered. "I was helping Officer Doug Penhall," Ioki paused and pointed to the dazed Penhall. "Collecting papers after a wild shot by Booker sent his reports flying."
"Officer Penhall," Raven looked over at Doug. "Where were you?"
"Under my desk, trying to get more papers." Doug answered shortly. He looked up at Raven. "Have you had any news on Hanson?"
"Hanson is . . . ?"
"Hanson’s the guy who took the call and was the last one out of the chapel," Penhall growled.
Raven went over to a desk and spoke quietly with a nurse. She returned and said, "Officer Hanson is still in surgery. His condition is critical," she reported. Amanda wailed softly and buried her head into Mick Penhall’s shoulder. Raven looked over the group. She spotted Blowfish. His wife and family had just arrived at the hospital. Raven excused herself from the officers and approached Blowfish. "Sir, may I ask you a few questions?"
"OK," Blowfish answered.
"First of all, your name."
"Sal Banducci, but everyone calls me 'Blowfish'," he answered.
"Where were you when the bomb went off?"
"Getting the dumpsters ready for trash pick up."
"Are you an officer?" Raven asked, wide eyed.
"I'm the maintenance engineer," Blowfish responded. Raven nodded her head. She tapped her pen against her lower lip.
"Are you any relation to Jilly "Balls" Banducci?" She asked suddenly.
"He's my cousin. Why?"
"He's the maintenance engineer at Quantico," Raven pulled a letter from her jacket pocket and handed it to Blowfish. "When he heard that I was being coming back to Seattle as my assignment, he wanted me to give a letter to his cousin Blowfish."
"You're from Seattle originally?" Fuller spoke up.
"Yes. I have family that lives around here," Raven answered.
The hours passed slowly as the group waited for news of Hanson. A doctor lent them a few decks of cards and Raven, Booker, Blowfish, Fuller, Hoffs, and Ioki passed the time playing poker. Penhall remained in his own world, brooding. Gina and Mick tried to comfort Amanda.
"How long has Hanson been in surgery?" Hoffs asked as she lost another hand to Ioki.
"Five hours and twenty minutes. Exactly fifteen minutes longer than the last time you asked," Raven answered.
"What is taking so long?" Ioki frowned. He had won almost every hand that the group played.
"I don’t know," Raven answered honestly. "I can't get the nurses to say anything other than he's in surgery and his condition is critical."
"Well, don't you have any special FBI powers that you can use to force them to talk?" Hoffs asked. The group snorted.
"Sure, Super Agent to the rescue!" Raven flexed her arm. "I'll just use my truth ray . . ." Hoffs glared at the agent. "Sorry, Jude. No, I don't have the authority to demand anything of the nurses, unless I can prove that their silence is impeding my investigation."
"What investigation?" Ioki asked. "The bomber is dead!"
"But we don't know how he got the materials for the bomb. We still have to take that freak down," Raven pointed out.
Just then, a doctor in surgical scrubs entered the room. He looked around, then called out, "Mrs. Amanda Hanson?"
Mrs. Hanson looked up. "Yes," She whispered. The doctor walked over to her.
"I’m Doctor Rays. I’ll be treating your . . ." He checked his chart. "Your son during his stay here."
"How is he?" Penhall spoke up.
"He's alive," Rays said cautiously. "If you want to, Mrs. Hanson, you can visit your son now. Officer Hanson is unconscious, though."
"Please take me to him," Amanda answered.
"This way." The doctor led Amanda out of the room. The Jump Street cops and Blowfish followed. "Excuse me, but family only."
"I'm Officer Hanson's partner. Fuller is Tom's captain. Booker, Ioki, and Hoffs are his teammates. Blowfish is Tom's friend. We're his family!" Penhall growled.
The doctor glared at the officer, but backed down with a united front facing him. With a shrug, Rays lead them to Hanson's room. Agent Kray, Gina and Mick followed behind them. Rays paused at the door.
"I won't attempt to sugar coat this," He said. "Officer Hanson was severely hurt in the bombing. He suffered damage to his eyes. We found shards of colored glass and lead in his eyes. What kind of building was he in?"
"An old chapel," Booker answered. "With stained glass windows."
"OK, that explains it. Officer Hanson is in a coma and we don't have any way of knowing when he'll come out of it. It could be tomorrow, it could be months from now. We just don't know." With that said, the doctor opened the door to Hanson's private room.
Amanda Hanson whimpered quietly as she entered the room. A bed dominated the small room. Lying on his back, swathed in blood stained bandages and connected to machines, was her only child, Tom Hanson. "Oh, Tommy," She wailed and stumbled. Penhall grabbed her before she could fall. "My poor baby," She knelt by his bedside and clutched his still hand.
"Tom," Penhall brushed stray strands of hair that hung over the bandages that covered Hanson's eyes. "Please, buddy . . ." he prayed.
One Month Later
A warm, summer breeze shook loose a shower of pale pink petals from the tree outside Hanson's room. Doug Penhall leaned against the back of his chair and closed his eyes. He rested a battered paperback on his lap. The book fluttered closed. Penhall sighed softly, the only sound in the room. He didn't open his eyes when Dennis Booker and Raven Kray, Booker's constant companion these days, entered the room.
"Hey, Doug," Raven said quietly. Penhall snorted awake and sat up. The book on his lap fell to the ground. Booker picked it up.
"'Jane Eyre'?" Booker read the title. "You've been reading this to Tom? No wonder he's still comatose!"
Penhall glared at Booker. Raven stepped in between the two officers before a fight could break out. "Chill out, you two!" She ordered. "Dennis was only joking, Doug!" Penhall sat back in his chair while Booker muttered "Sorry." An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
"Where is Mrs. Hanson?" Booker asked, looking around.
"Home. The doctor ordered her to get some sleep. She's exhausted," Penhall answered.
"You know,” Raven spoke up. "You should try to get some rest too, Doug. You've been by Tom's side for a whole month."
"Tom needs me," Penhall growled at the FBI Agent. Raven held her hands up. Booker placed a hand on Penhall's shoulder.
"Take it easy, Doug," Booker said.
Before Penhall could respond, Hanson moaned and thrashed within the confines of his bed. "TOM!" Penhall yelled as he and Booker restrained their friend. Raven ran for a doctor. Hanson’s dark eyes fluttered open. "He’s alive!" Penhall cried out. "He’s alive!"
Doctor Rays flew in with Raven behind him. The doctor pushed Penhall and Booker away from the bed. Hanson's weak voice called out, "Doug? Where are you?" Rays shined a light into Hanson’s eyes. The young man didn't blink. His eyes remained wide and unfocused.
"Oh god," Raven whispered. "He's blind."
"It's shock," Penhall shook his head in disbelief.
Rays made a few notes on Hanson’s chart, then faced the officers. "I'll call Captain Fuller and Mrs. Hanson immediately," He paused. "I'm so sorry."
Penhall fell back into his chair. A panicked Hanson clung to Doug’s hand. Dennis pulled Raven close and buried his face into her pale hair. The FBI Agent felt the stoical Booker silently cry.
"Doug, what's wrong with me?" Hanson whimpered. Penhall squeezed his friend's hand.
"I don't know, Tommy."
Penhall, Booker, and Kray didn't look up when Judy Hoffs and Harry Ioki entered the room.
"Douglas James Penhall!" Hoffs scolded. "How the hell can you eat five Big Macs and five large fries?" When Penhall didn’t answer, Hoffs looked over and saw the awake Hanson. "Tom!" She squealed and dropped the food.
"Shit!" Ioki, burdened by drinks, closed his eyes and prepared for the splat of greasy food against the hospital floor. Raven snatched the Big Macs in mid-air while Dennis dove and caught all the fries. They placed the fast food on the bedside table. Hoffs briefly applauded. When Penhall didn't comment, Judy looked over.
"Doug, what's wrong?" Hoffs asked. She laid a hand on Penhall's shoulder.
"Judy, Harry, can we talk outside?" Dennis asked. "I need a smoke." He held up a silver lighter and a pack of cigarettes.
Harry sat down the five large strawberry shakes next to the fast food. Doug didn't look up. The small group left and ran into Captain Fuller, who had driven Hoffs and Ioki to the hospital. "Hey," Fuller started, but Booker grabbed his captain's arm and lead him away from Hanson's room. As soon as the group was safely outside, Booker lit up a cigarette. Fuller faced his underlings.
"What's wrong?" Fuller demanded.
"Hanson's awake," Booker said. Hoffs started to laugh, but Dennis cut her joy. "But, he's blind."
Hoffs, Fuller and Ioki paled. Tears fell down Judy's face. "Oh, poor Tommy!" she whispered. Fuller wrapped an arm around her. Ioki sat on a rough stone bench.
"I don't believe this!" Ioki shook his head. "How did Tom take it?"
"He's still in shock," Raven answered. "He's scared, understandably."
"Is Penhall with Tom?" Fuller asked.
"Yeah. And he's not taking it well at all," Booker flicked off a long ash from his cigarette.
Suddenly, Raven's pager went off. She checked the number. "Excuse me," She pulled out a cell phone and walked away from the building so the electronics inside would not interfere with the reception. Raven quickly returned to the group, excited.
"Let's go!" she yelled. "They've found the jerk who sold the explosives to Paulson!" She paused and took a deep breath. "The Jump Street Unit has been temporarily assigned to the FBI to aid in the apprehension of the suspect," she added in a formal voice.
Raven and Booker jumped on their motorcycles while Fuller, Hoffs, and Ioki piled into Fuller's new car, a dark blue Lincoln. All of the officers' personal vehicles were destroyed in the bombing. The wealthy of Seattle donated money for the Jump Street officers to purchase new cars. Hoffs and Ioki had yet to pick out new cars since they had only recent been relieved of their burdensome casts. Money had been set aside for Tom Hanson to buy a new car once he recovered from his injuries, but the officers realized that Hanson would not need a new car now.
Docks
The building on the end of the wharf leaned dangerously over the rough waters of the Pacific Ocean. FBI Agents blocked off the street. A burly agent stood in front of the barriers. Raven flashed Booker a "thumbs-up" sign. The pair jumped over the shocked agent and the barrier, landing safely on the other side. The officers in Fuller's car tensed, waiting for the crash. When they didn't hear it, they looked up and saw a shell-shocked agent pulling himself up from the trash littered streets. Fuller, Ioki, and Hoffs dashed out of the car and leaped over the barrier, forcing the unlucky agent back down onto the street.
"Agent Kray," A tall, gray haired man saluted.
"Agent Williams," Raven nodded and saluted. "What is the situation?"
"The suspect is holed up in the building. He's taken a few shots at us since we surrounded the building."
"Anyone hurt?" Fuller spoke up.
"No. He's a terrible shot."
"Anyone else in the building?" Raven asked.
"Not that we know of. However, that rat trap is probably booby trapped," Williams answered.
Raven nodded and pulled on a bulletproof vest. Vests were distributed to the Jump Street cops. The officers checked their guns, then slipped them back into their holsters. Radios were issued. Raven, the agent in charge, quickly made the introductions, then gathered the group around her. On a squad car, she laid down blue prints of the building.
"Captain Fuller, you'll head up Team Two. Officers Hoffs and Ioki will join you," Raven said in a professional voice. "I will command Team One. Officer Booker, you will be my partner. Team Two will enter from the rear of the building at the same time Team One enters the front. Maintain radio contact at all times."
Fuller nodded his head in agreement. He saluted Raven, then said "Good luck, Special Agent Kray."
"May the spirit of fortune be with you, Captain Fuller," Raven responded.
The group separated and positioned themselves by the battered doors. Agents with battering rams stood ready. Booker tightly gripped his gun. He shared a tight smile with Raven.
"Team Two in position," Fuller's voice crackled over Raven's radio.
"Move on the count of five," Raven ordered. "One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . FIVE!"
The battering rams made short work of the shoddily built doors. Agents and the Jump Street cops flooded the building.
Fuller stepped over a trip wire and pointed it out to Hoffs and Ioki. The group slowly climbed up the shaky stairs. At the top of the stairs stood a rotted wood door. The officers could hear a faint voice singing behind it.
"Ring around the rosy! A pocket full of posies! Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!"
"Police!" Fuller pounded on the door. "Open up!"
The door creaked open and a smudge-faced child stared up at Fuller with wide eyes. Fuller put his gun away and Hoffs and Ioki followed suit. The door opened wider. The first child, a little girl, smiled at Fuller. Her light brown hair hung around her thin face in a tangled mess. Another little girl joined the first one. Behind them, a little boy, maybe only three years old, played with a pile of pale, putty like material.
"Hi!" The first girl chirped. "I'm Jenna!"
Fuller knelt down. He held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Adam. This is Judy and Harry."
Jenna beamed at Hoffs. "You're pretty, Miss Judy!" Hoffs blushed. Jenna pointed to the second girl. "Her name is Abby. We're twins."
"Who is the little boy?" Harry asked.
"Matt. He's the baby," Jenna answered.
Ioki walked into the room. Matt looked up and giggled. Ioki poked at the putty on the floor. A strong plastic smell reached his nose.
"Captain!" Ioki stood up. He scooped up Matt. Fuller turned his attention to Ioki. "This is plastic explosives!"
"Jenna, Abby, would you like to go outside with Miss Judy?" Fuller asked.
"Can Matt come too?" Jenna asked.
"Of course. Mr. Harry will carry him," Fuller answered. Then, he activated his radio. "Raven, we have a problem."
Raven and Booker stepped into an inch of dust and insect carcasses. A large rat ran onto Booker's foot and bit deep into his ankle. "Damn!" Booker growled. The wound bled heavily. Raven knelt and tied a handkerchief around it. "Thanks, Babe," He smiled at her.
Suddenly the wall next to Raven exploded in a hail of gunfire. Booker grabbed her and threw her out of the line of fire. Raven pulled out her gun, aiming for the stairwell.
"Hold it! FBI!" Raven yelled. Dennis pulled out his gun. The shooter responded by firing another round of bullets at the pair.
Raven, we have a problem, Fuller's voice echoed in Raven's ear.
Raven and Booker retreated into an alcove. "What's wrong, Captain?"
We found some children playing with plastic explosives. We are in the process of evacuating them.
"Good. Get CYS out here," Raven suggested.
Right! Over and out!
"What do we do?" Dennis gritted his teeth as splinters of wood showered over him after another round of gunfire.
"Get a clear shot at the bastard and blow his balls off!" Raven growled.
"I love it when you talk dirty!" Booker leered.
The pair rushed out of the alcove, surprising the shooter. The shooter raised his gun and aimed at Raven.
"Drop your gun, bitch!" The shooter growled. Raven lowered her gun. Before she stood back up, Booker aimed and fired his gun. The shooter collapsed in a bloody heap. Shaken, Raven radioed the command post.
"The suspect is down. Officer Booker and I are pulling out."
Booker limped to the door jamb. Raven quietly supported him as they left the building. The remaining Jump Street officers rushed towards the pair. Fuller helped Booker over to his motorcycle.
"What happened, Dennis?" Fuller asked.
"Mickey Mouse got a little too friendly," Booker answered. He sat on his motorcycle while a paramedic knelt next to him. The medic pulled off Booker’s damaged boot and blood soaked sock. He probed the deep wound. Booker gritted his teeth. Raven quietly rubbed his shoulders.
"So," Fuller asked. "Who took down the prep?"
"Dennis did," Raven said proudly. Hoffs and Ioki exchanged smirks. "So, the collar goes to Jump Street."
The twins padded over to the officers. A CYS (Child and Youth Services) social worker followed close behind them. Raven smiled at the girls and reached into the saddle of her motorcycle. She pulled out two pieces of wrapped candy.
"Hi!" Jenna said, eyeing the candy. "Are you a police officer too?"
"Yes. I'm Raven and this is Dennis," Raven answered. She held out the candy. Jenna and Abby snatched it from her hands.
"Thank you!" Jenna said. Abby smiled, but remained silent.
"What are your names?" Dennis asked as the girls unwrapped the candy.
"I'm Jenna. This is Abby," She pointed to her sister. "We're twins! Mr. Hokey has Matt."
"Mr. Hokey?" Raven asked. Jenna pointed to Ioki who was holding baby Matt. "Oh, that's Mr. Ioki."
Dennis snickered behind his hand. Raven bit her lip. Fuller and Hoffs choked on their laughter. Ioki looked up. Matt grabbed a fist full of Ioki's long black hair. "What's up?" Ioki asked.
"Nothing," Hoffs giggled.
"Jenna," Raven asked. "Who was that man with you?"
"Our daddy."
"Where is your mommy?"
"In Hell," Jenna answered. The officers gasped.
"Why do you say your mommy is in Hell?" Judy asked.
"Daddy always said that."
"Do you remember your mommy?" Ioki spoke up.
Jenna and Abby shook their matted heads. The CYS worker spoke up. "They were taken from their mother three years ago. I recognized the birthmarks on the twins' necks and called my office." The social worker patted her cell phone.
"Will they be returned to their mother?” Fuller questioned the woman.
"Yes. We are going to take them to the hospital first, for a full check up."
"I don't wanna go to Hell!" Jenna wailed.
Dennis slid down from his bike and took both girls' hands. "You're not going to Hell. Your daddy lied to you," he explained gently. "Your daddy was very sick."
"Where is Daddy?" Jenna looked around.
"He's dead, Jenna," Dennis answered.
"Did the thunder make him die?"
"The thunder?" Dennis raised an eyebrow.
"In his room. Abby and I weren't allowed in there, but we'd hear thunder come from it."
"Explosives," Raven growled.
"Jenna, Abby, your daddy used the thunder to hurt people. In fact, a friend of mine is in the hospital because of the thunder. He was a police officer like me, but now he can be one any more . . ." Booker paused. He looked up at Fuller, Hoffs and Ioki. The officers' eyes were filled with tears. Hoffs buried her face into Fuller's chest. The captain wrapped an arm around Hoffs. The CYS worker quietly took baby Matt off Ioki. The Vietnamese man's face was streaked with tears. Fuller held out his other hand and pulled Ioki into the embrace.
"It's OK to cry, Dennis," Fuller said softly. Booker shook his head.
"Crying is not my style," Booker frowned. He angrily scrubbed at the stray tears that sneaked down his face. Jenna and Abby stood puzzled. Dennis turned his attention back to the girls. "Jenna, Abby," He started in a scratchy voice. "I killed your daddy. He was gonna use the thunder to kill Raven." Booker shook as he remembered seeing the bomb maker facing down Raven.
Jenna screamed and hit Booker in the face. Her untrimmed nails cut a jagged line across Booker's cheek. Abby looked down at her feet, silent as usual.
"Daddy never killed anyone with the thunder!" Jenna wailed.
"Jenna," Raven spoke up. "Two people died because of your daddy's thunder."
Jenna shook her head and sobbed. The CYS worker came up and escorted the girls into a dull gray car. Jenna glared out the back window at Booker.
"You did the best thing, Dennis," Raven said. "You were honest with her. Even if she always hates you for killing her father, she'll respect you for telling her the truth."
"I know," Dennis answered in a tired voice.
Ioki loaded Dennis' motorcycle onto the back of Fuller's car. Booker started to protest, but Fuller cut him off.
"You're riding shotgun with us, Dennis," Fuller ordered. Booker huffed, but obeyed. Hoffs and Ioki crammed into the back seat of the car. Fuller drove back to Saint Francis Hospital with Raven riding along on her motorcycle as escort.