Blowout

never wanted it to touch our lives. I didn’t want it to hurt you, or us.”
    “Well, aren’t you a bloody fool!?”
    He actually grinned, squeezed his wife’s hand. Savich held very still, knowing he was invisible to them in this moment.
    A few moments later he brought them back.
    “Martin, the first episode, when was that?”
    Janet Thornton sucked in her breath. “What a horrible word.”
    Savich shrugged. “But I think it fits, more or less, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” Martin said. “Now I can say that. Six months ago, it just hit me like a hammer. All sorts of wild things careened through my head. I thought I was going crazy. It lasted only a couple of hours, but I scared the hell out of Janet. She talked me down, thank God. The girls weren’t here that time or the second time either. That was about two months ago, and that one lasted longer.”
    “You were here, at home?”
    “Yes, Janet and I were having dinner—hot dogs and baked beans, potato chips—all my favorites. It was the day after my birthday. Janet thought we should have our own private celebration, without the girls. They were at a sleepover at a friend’s house. I suddenly remembered this was exactly what I always loved to eat when I was little. I started crying. Janet held me, didn’t stop talking to me, and finally, after a while, everything began to fade.”
    Savich looked thoughtful. “The day after your birthday. You nearly remembered something.”
    “You think so?”
    “Maybe. Then what, Martin?”
    “I—I was going to go to a doctor, really I was, to a shrink, but I didn’t know anyone and I was, well, I was ashamed. No, I was afraid of what a shrink would say, afraid I’d end up in a padded cell and my life would be over, all except for those horrible dreams. Believe me, Janet’s been on my case, but—I didn’t go, just didn’t.”
    “Doesn’t matter now. If it’s okay with you, Martin, I’m getting rid of that shotgun. I want you to promise me you’ll never as long as you live have another gun in your home.”
    Martin looked over to where Janet had laid the shotgun on the floor beside the front door.
    “All right. Yes, I promise, Dillon.” He rose, but Savich held out his hand.
    “Let me tell Chief Gerber that I’ll be handing out the shotgun so they don’t get nervous.”
    When Savich walked back into the living room a few minutes later, he said, “All done. Everything’s fine now. We’ve got a lot of relieved people out there. Now, you guys got a good babysitter?”
    They both stared at him. Janet nodded. “Well, yes, my mom. She lives in Rockville. She loves having the girls. When Martin had the second breakdown, I made an excuse and they stayed with her for three days.”
    “Good. Both of you are coming with me now, back to Washington. We’ll drop the girls off at your mom’s. You’ll be staying tonight at the Jefferson Dormitory at Quantico. You’ll be safe there, Martin. If something pops again in your brain, there’ll be people there to control things.
    “Where do you work, Martin?”
    “I work in the IT section at the Giant corporate office.”
    “Really? I have some interest in computers myself. Maybe we can talk about that later. Anyway, we can call your boss and get you some leave.
    “After what’s happened here, I’ll have to take you into my own custody. We’ll call it a temporary commitment. That should keep Chief Gerber from filing any charges.
    “Tomorrow morning, you’re going to meet Dr. Emanuel Hicks. I’d like him to try to hypnotize you, see if we can learn anything more about what happened to you when you were six years old. And he’ll be recommending a psychiatrist to you who’ll know all the facts. Sound okay?”
    “It sounds like a miracle,” Janet said.
    Martin searched Savich’s face, and slowly nodded. “Yes, it sounds okay to me, too.”
    Janet looked at Savich, held his eyes, and said simply, “Thank you so much for coming into our lives, Dillon. I’ll go get us and the girls packed and call my mom.”
    Savich said, “Maybe the one to thank is Samantha Barrister. Yeah, I know how strange it all sounds, and maybe I dreamed some of it. But I’ll tell you guys, she was as real to me as it gets. I’ll tell you more about it after we get to Quantico.
    “Right now, I’m going to bring in my wife—she’s the one who found you, Martin—and Detective Raven and Ms. Markham. They’ll help get us on the road. The thing is, I’m heading up the