station,” Eran said. They had gone around several times about the wisdom—or not—of Eran having Brynna move in with him, and now Eran decided it was better to let Bheru’s statement pass. Bheru held out the folder on the case they were here for and Eran flipped it open.
“It’s all good,” his partner said. “I went through the file on my own and everything’s covered. There was no need for you to be on time after all.”
There was no missing the jab, but again, Eran let it go as they made their way to the front and took seats in the witness row. “Good. Let’s do this and move on to something else.”
Bheru raised one eyebrow and Eran kept his grin to himself. Bheru wasn’t the only one who could do subtext.
“ WHY ARE WE DOING this?”
“Because,” Eran said as he punched parameters into the YouTube search box, “Brynna pointed out that there’s something weird about these rescues.”
“Define ‘something weird.’ Are you talking a little out of the ordinary or Brynna-related abnormal?”
That made Eran pause. “I guess it could be either at this point,” he admitted. The image on his monitor changed as he hit SEARCH . “Here’s the video of the guy who got pulled from his burning car yesterday. Let’s take a look.”
The video was listed as being almost four minutes long, but the “meat” of it—the rescue itself—took less than sixty seconds. They watched in silence as the video started with the film swinging wildly as the girl who’d taken it tried to focus through the school bus window at the same time as she and her friends nearly shrieked with excitement—
“—see it? Over there!”
“Oh my God, the car’s, like, on fire!”
“That guy is stuck in there, he’s going to fry—”
“Look at that dude, he’s going to save him—”
It wasn’t a very good capture, but it was clear enough to see that the rescuer was a tall blond man in his twenties or thirties, and that he seemed absolutely fearless when it came to rushing up to a car that was fast becoming engulfed in flames.
“Most people would have been too afraid to help him,” Bheru observed. “They would be afraid of the car exploding.”
“Very true,” Eran said. They were into the third minute of the video and the rescuer had freed the driver and pulled him from the car, then almost effortlessly carried him some thirty feet away. What had been a jam-packed expressway had almost magically cleared as the surrounding drivers were suddenly able to find room enough to get their vehicles as far away as possible. The inside of the car was completely in flames. “According to this morning’s paper, the victim’s name is Jack Gaynor. Definitely his lucky day. There’s no way a fire truck’s going to get through that congestion. I’m surprised his car didn’t blow.”
“There’s why,” Bheru said as he pointed to something blurry in the video. Another few seconds and the moving spot became a man, probably a trucker, brandishing a fire extinguisher and sprinting between the cars. The video focused on him for a few seconds as he wisely aimed the extinguisher’s nozzle under the wheel wells where the chemical would coat the engine, then the girl’s camera swung back to the victim. “And there,” added Bheru, “goes the mysterious Good Samaritan.”
“I see him,” Eran said. “Fading into the sunset without even waiting to see if the guy he rescued is all right.”
“Strange.” Bheru stared at the screen, but the video had played itself out. “Even if they want to be low-key about it, most folks can’t help wondering if the person’s going to live or die.”
“Unless he already knew Jack Gaynor would be just fine.”
Bheru turned to frown at him. “Excuse me?”
Eran sat back. “Brynna says she thinks the rescuer in this video is the same man who saved that guy in the subway last week.”
Their desks faced each other inside their small, shared office space. Bheru went around and sat where he could see Eran
“It’s all good,” his partner said. “I went through the file on my own and everything’s covered. There was no need for you to be on time after all.”
There was no missing the jab, but again, Eran let it go as they made their way to the front and took seats in the witness row. “Good. Let’s do this and move on to something else.”
Bheru raised one eyebrow and Eran kept his grin to himself. Bheru wasn’t the only one who could do subtext.
“ WHY ARE WE DOING this?”
“Because,” Eran said as he punched parameters into the YouTube search box, “Brynna pointed out that there’s something weird about these rescues.”
“Define ‘something weird.’ Are you talking a little out of the ordinary or Brynna-related abnormal?”
That made Eran pause. “I guess it could be either at this point,” he admitted. The image on his monitor changed as he hit SEARCH . “Here’s the video of the guy who got pulled from his burning car yesterday. Let’s take a look.”
The video was listed as being almost four minutes long, but the “meat” of it—the rescue itself—took less than sixty seconds. They watched in silence as the video started with the film swinging wildly as the girl who’d taken it tried to focus through the school bus window at the same time as she and her friends nearly shrieked with excitement—
“—see it? Over there!”
“Oh my God, the car’s, like, on fire!”
“That guy is stuck in there, he’s going to fry—”
“Look at that dude, he’s going to save him—”
It wasn’t a very good capture, but it was clear enough to see that the rescuer was a tall blond man in his twenties or thirties, and that he seemed absolutely fearless when it came to rushing up to a car that was fast becoming engulfed in flames.
“Most people would have been too afraid to help him,” Bheru observed. “They would be afraid of the car exploding.”
“Very true,” Eran said. They were into the third minute of the video and the rescuer had freed the driver and pulled him from the car, then almost effortlessly carried him some thirty feet away. What had been a jam-packed expressway had almost magically cleared as the surrounding drivers were suddenly able to find room enough to get their vehicles as far away as possible. The inside of the car was completely in flames. “According to this morning’s paper, the victim’s name is Jack Gaynor. Definitely his lucky day. There’s no way a fire truck’s going to get through that congestion. I’m surprised his car didn’t blow.”
“There’s why,” Bheru said as he pointed to something blurry in the video. Another few seconds and the moving spot became a man, probably a trucker, brandishing a fire extinguisher and sprinting between the cars. The video focused on him for a few seconds as he wisely aimed the extinguisher’s nozzle under the wheel wells where the chemical would coat the engine, then the girl’s camera swung back to the victim. “And there,” added Bheru, “goes the mysterious Good Samaritan.”
“I see him,” Eran said. “Fading into the sunset without even waiting to see if the guy he rescued is all right.”
“Strange.” Bheru stared at the screen, but the video had played itself out. “Even if they want to be low-key about it, most folks can’t help wondering if the person’s going to live or die.”
“Unless he already knew Jack Gaynor would be just fine.”
Bheru turned to frown at him. “Excuse me?”
Eran sat back. “Brynna says she thinks the rescuer in this video is the same man who saved that guy in the subway last week.”
Their desks faced each other inside their small, shared office space. Bheru went around and sat where he could see Eran
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