The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror(21)

 

"The kid said he thought the guy might be retarded."

 

"I don't get it," Theo said, trying not to grin.

 

Metz walked away shaking his head. He climbed into his cruiser, then as he was backing past Theo, the passenger window whirred down. "Write up a report, Crowe. And we need to get a description of this guy to the local schools."

 

"It's Christmas break."

 

"Dammit, Crowe, they'll be going back to school sometime, won't they?"

 

"So you don't think your guys will catch him, then?"

 

Without another word Metz whirred up the window and whipped the cruiser out of the driveway as if he'd just received an urgent call.

 

Theo smiled as he walked up to the house. Despite the excitement and terror and outright weirdness of evening, he suddenly felt good. Molly was safe, the kid was safe, the Christmas tree was up at the chapel, and there was just no rush that compared to safely and successfully fucking with a pompous cop. He paused on the top step and considered for a moment that perhaps, after fifteen years in law enforcement himself, he really should have matured past that particular pleasure.

 

Nah.

 

 

* * *

 

"Did you ever shoot anybody?" asked Joshua Barker. He was sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen counter. A man in a gray uniform was fussing medical over him.

 

"No, I'm an EMT," said the EMT. He ripped the blood-pressure cuff off Josh's arm. "We help people, we don't shoot them."

 

"Did you ever put that blood-pressure thing around someone's neck and pump it till their eyes bugged out?"

 

The EMT looked at Theophilus Crowe, who had just entered the Barkers' kitchen. Theo frowned appropriately. Josh turned his attention to the lanky constable, noting that he had a badge clipped to his belt but no gun.

 

"You ever shoot anybody?"

 

"Sure," Theo said.

 

Josh was impressed. He'd seen Theo around town, and his mom always said hi to him, but he never thought he actually did anything. Not anything cool, anyway. "None of these guys ever shot anyone." Josh gestured to the two deputies and the two EMTs stationed around the small kitchen, giving them a look that said the wussies! with the full disdain his soft seven-year-old features could muster.

 

"You kill the guy?" he asked Theo.

 

"Yep."

 

Josh didn't really know where to go now. If he stopped asking questions, he knew that Theo would start asking questions, just like the sheriffs had, and he didn't want to answer any more questions. The blond man had told him not to tell anyone. The sheriff said that the blond man couldn't hurt him, but the sheriff didn't know what Josh knew.

 

"Your mom is on the way, Josh," Theo said. "She'll be here in a few minutes."

 

"I know. I talked to her."

 

To the EMTs and deputies, Theo said, "Guys, can I talk to Josh alone a minute?"

 

"We're done here," the lead medic said, leaving immediately.

 

Both the deputies were young and eager to be asked to do something, even if it was to leave the room. "We'll be outside writing this up," said the last one out. "Sergeant Metz told us to stay until the mother got home."

 

"Thanks, guys," Theo said, surprised at their congeniality. They must not have been on the department long enough to learn to look down on him for being a town constable, an archaic and redundant job, if you asked most area cops.

 

Once they were gone he turned to Josh. "So tell me about the man who was here."

 

"I told those other police."

 

"I know. But you need to tell me. What happened. Even the weird stuff you didn't tell them."

 

Josh didn't like the way Theo seemed to be ready to believe anything. He wasn't being too nice, or talking baby talk like the others.

 

"There wasn't any weird stuff. I told them." Josh nodded as he spoke, hoping he'd look more convincing. "None of that bad touch stuff. I know about that. None of that."

 

"I don't mean that kind of stuff, Josh. I mean weird stuff you didn't tell them because it's unbelievable."

 

Josh really didn't know what to say now. He considered crying, did a test sniffle just to see if he could get things flowing. Theo reached out and took his chin, lifted it so Josh had to look him in the eye. Why did adults do that? Now he'd ask something that would be really hard to lie about.

 

"What was he doing here, Josh?" Josh shook his head, mostly to get out of Theo's grip, to get away from that adult lie-detector look. "I don't know. He just came in and grabbed me and then he left."

 

"Why did he leave?"