Step on a Crack by James Patterson, Michael Ledwidge Page B

must have been saving that one up all afternoon. Mary Catherine happens to be the au pair.”
    “
Au pair
. Is that whatcher callin’m these days?” my grandfather said. “Be careful, young Micheál. Eileen, your grandmother, caught me talking to an
au pair
once on a street corner one Sunday in Dublin. She broke three of me ribs with a hurling stick.”
    “ Dublin?” I said. “That’s funny. I thought Grandma Eileen was from Queens.”
    As he began to stammer out an explanation, I explained to him the letter from Maeve’s mother and Mary Catherine’s mysterious arrival the night before.
    “You’re the authority on all things Irish,” I said. “What do you make of it?”
    “I don’t like it,” he said. “This young girl could be after something. Keep track of the silverware.”
    “Gee, thanks for the heads-up, you suspicious old coot,” I finally said. “And speaking of the goslings, I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to get out of here, but you tell them to get their homework out of the way and to start their jobs. Their
duties
. They’ll know what you’re talking about.”
    “Does it have to do with that chart on the icebox in the kitchen?” my grandfather asked.
    “Yes,” I said. “It does indeed.”
    “Whose idea was that? You or Maeve?” my grandfather said suspiciously.
    “Maeve,” I said. “She thought it would be good to give them something positive to do. Get their minds off everything else. Besides, they’re actually helping out. It’s amazing what twenty pairs of hands, even little ones, can get done.”
    “It’s not a good idea,” my grandfather finally said brightly. “It’s a great one. No wonder Maeve came up with it.”
    “You done now?” I said, half laughing. He loved Maeve as much as any of us.
    “Any last insults before I hang up?” I said, conceding him the last word to get the call over with.
    “A few,” Seamus said. “But I’ll be seeing you later. I might as well save them up.”

Chapter 44
    THIS WAS THE KIND of outlandish nightmare scene during which you were continually thinking,
This can’t possibly be happening. I’ll wake up soon and it’ll be over
.
    The “danger zone” was occupied by police only and was off-limits to the press. The next outer ring belonged to the media and was dominated by TV trucks with giant antennae extended. The scene in the “staging area” was all crisscrossing cables, reporters at their computers, dozens of TV monitors. Periodically, we would convene a press conference and feed the newsies.
    The portable generators for the lights were still roaring in the cold when I started walking back toward the bus. I found Commander Will Matthews inside. All the hostage advocates had been contacted, he informed me, and the situation was now officially in a holding pattern.
    “Now for the excruciating part,” Will Matthews said. “It’s time to sit and wait this thing out.”
    “Hey, Mike,” Martelli said as he stood. Though he’d been at this siege situation from the beginning, he didn’t look it.
    “Nothing personal, but you seem beat. Why don’t you get out of here for a little while? These jokers say they won’t call back for hours, and when they do, we-and more important, those hostages inside-are going to need you calm and collected.”
    “He’s right. Grab a bite. We need you on ice,” said Commander Will Matthews. “That’s an order, Mike.”
    All the talk, and the thoughts of Maeve on my stroll, made me want to see her. The New York Hospital Cancer Center was only twenty blocks uptown, I thought. It wouldn’t take very long to swing by there.
    I’m going to head to a cancer center to blow off steam
, I realized.
    I left my cell number with Martelli and stowed my badge before I stepped out from the checkpoints. Countless reporters, producers, correspondents, and technicians were camped out around both sides of blocked-off Fifth Avenue with the giddy camaraderie of Deadheads with tickets to Jerry