[Georgia 03] Fallen

Sweat gave her face a luminescence. Her blonde hair was matted to her head. Her breathing was shallow. Emma made a cooing sound, but Faith didn’t seem to notice.
    Sara turned on the overhead light before kneeling in front of her. “Faith? Can you look at me?”
    Faith’s eyes were still on the set. Will took the moment to slip on his jeans over his shorts. He felt a lump in his back pocket and pulled out his watch and wallet.
    “Faith?” Sara’s voice became louder, firmer. “Look at me.”
    Slowly, she looked at Sara.
    “Why don’t you give me Emma?”
    Her words slurred. “Sh’sleeping.”
    Sara wrapped her hands around Emma’s waist. Gently, she lifted the baby from Faith’s shoulder. “Look at her. She’s gotten so big.” Sara did a cursory exam, looking into Emma’s eyes, checking her fingers and toes, then her gums. “I think she’s a little dehydrated.”
    Mrs. Levy offered, “I’ve got a bottle ready, but she wouldn’t let me give it to her.”
    “Why don’t you go get it now?” Sara motioned for Will to come over. He took Emma. She was surprisingly heavy. He put her on his shoulder. Her head fell against his neck like a moist sack of flour.
    “Faith?” Sara spoke succinctly, as if she was trying to get an old person’s attention. “How are you feeling?”
    “Took her to the doctor.”
    “You took Emma?” Sara cupped Faith’s face in her hand. “What did the doctor say?”
    “Dunno.”
    “Can you look at me?”
    Faith’s mouth moved like she was chewing gum.
    “What’s today, sweetie? Can you tell me what day of the week it is?”
    She pulled away her head. “No.”
    “That’s all right.” Sara pressed open Faith’s eyelid. “When’s the last time you had something to eat?”
    She didn’t answer. Mrs. Levy came back with the bottle. She handed it to Will, and he cradled Emma in his arm so that she could drink.
    “Faith? When is the last time you had something to eat?”
    Faith tried to push Sara away. When that didn’t work, she pushed harder.
    Sara kept talking, holding down Faith’s hands. “Was it this morning? Did you eat breakfast this morning?”
    “Go ’way.”
    Sara turned to Mrs. Levy. “You’re not diabetic, are you?”
    “No, dear, but my husband was. Passed away almost twenty years ago, bless his soul.”
    Sara told Will, “She’s having an insulin reaction. Where’s her purse?”
    Mrs. Levy supplied, “She didn’t have it when they brought her here. Maybe she left it in the car.”
    Again, Sara directed her words to Will. “She should have an emergency kit in her purse. It’s plastic. It says ‘Glucagon’ on the side.” She seemed to remember herself. “It’s oblong, about the size of a pen case. Bright red or orange. Get it for me now, please.”
    Will took the baby with him, jogging toward the front door and out into the yard. The lots in Sherwood Forest were larger than most, but some of them were long and narrow rather than wide. Will could see directly into Evelyn Mitchell’s bathroom from Mrs. Levy’s carport. He could see a man standing in the long hallway. Will wondered not for the first time how the old woman hadn’t heard the gun-fight next door. She wouldn’t be the first witness who didn’t want to get involved, but Will was surprised by her reticence.
    It didn’t occur to him until he was a few feet from the Mini that Faith’s car was part of the crime scene. There were two cops standing on the other side of the car, four more in the carport. Will scanned the interior. He saw the plastic case Sara had told him about mixed in with various lady items on the passenger’s seat.
    He told the cops, “I need to get something out of the car.”
    “Tough shit,” one of them shot back.
    Will indicated Emma, who was sucking on the bottle like she’d been on a ten-mile hike. “She needs her teething thing. She’s teething.”
    The cops stared at him. Will wondered if he’d screwed up. He’d changed his share of diapers at the children’s home, but he had no idea when babies got their teeth. Emma was four months old. All her food came from Faith or a bottle. As far as he could tell, she didn’t need to chew anything.
    “Come on.” Will held up Emma so they could see her little pink face. “She’s just a tiny baby.”
    “All right,” one of them relented. He walked around the car and opened the door. “Where is it?”
    “It’s that red plastic thing. Looks like a pen case.”
    The cop didn’t appear to