I, Michael Bennett

“Eddie and Brian Be

A female doctor in surgical scrubs behind her spun around and waved Mary Catherine and me into an empty examination room.

The slender, fiftyish doctor’s name was Mary A

“They were both shot with nine-millimeter rounds,” the doctor explained. “Eddie was shot in the shoulder, and Brian was hit in one of the scalene muscles in his neck, above his clavicle. We were able to remove the bullet in Eddie’s shoulder, but left the one in Brian’s neck for now.”

“Is that a good idea?” I asked.

“Actually, going in to get it would be more trouble than it’s worth and I’d just as well leave it in there. They both lost a significant amount of blood, but we were able to stabilize them. Their circulation and breathing and neurological function all seem to be completely normal. Treatment is basically the same as a puncture wound now. Some stitches and clean bandages and in time, they’ll completely heal.”

“What about internal damage?” I said.

The doctor shook her head.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Be

“Thank God,” Mary Catherine and I said simultaneously.

“Your boys were lucky on several counts,” Dr. Walker continued. “Gunshot wounds are all about response time. Treatment needs to start before blood loss sends the victim into hypovolemic shock. Your son Brian made a lot of noise at the scene, and about a dozen people called nine-one-one. Your boys were in the emergency room within ten minutes.

“If you need to get shot, Newburgh is the place. We get an incredible number of shooting victims here. Everyone from the responding officers to the EMTs to the ER team is a veteran expert, and everyone did a terrific job.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Where are the boys now?” I said.

“We just finished stitching them up. They’re in recovery.”

“Can we see them?” Mary Catherine asked.

“They’ve both been sedated after all they’ve been through. They need sleep now. The morning would be better, Mrs. Be

I let the “Mrs. Be

“We won’t bother them. We just need to see them,” I said.

Dr. Walker let out a breath. She pulled off her surgeon’s cap, showing a spill of red hair. She checked her slim stainless steel Rolex.

“Okay. I’ll see what I can do,” she said.

CHAPTER 46

THE BOYS WERE on the third floor, asleep in the recovery room. Dr. Walker wouldn’t let us go inside, so we crowded around the window in the door.

Standing there staring at them, it occurred to me how insane it is to be a parent. You go through this life, and it’s hard enough to keep yourself safe. When you have a kid, it’s like you take your heart and you just cross your fingers and hand it to each of your kids. I really, really felt like punching a hole through the glass in the door.

I knew I had to be strong, but memories of the death of Maeve, my late wife, flooded back. Still, to this day, I had nightmares about hospitals and waiting rooms. In addition to being ripped up, I was angry. This wasn’t fair. Our family had had enough pain. Why couldn’t this bullshit happen to someone else? Anyone else but us.

“Oh, they look pale, Mary Catherine. Look at them. Especially Eddie.”

She grabbed my hand.

“They’re going to be okay, Mike,” she said. “The doctor said so.”

“I don’t know. Look at them. Doctors lie all the time. Look at them.”

I teared up then, and when Mary Catherine saw it, she did the same. I don’t know how long we stood there like that, holding hands, while the boys slept.

I called Seamus at the lake house maybe an hour later.

“They’re going to be okay?” Seamus said. “But they were shot!”

“In the right places,” I assured him. “No organs or bones were hit. At least that’s what the doctor said.”

“Don’t listen to these quacks up here in Hicktown, Michael,” Seamus said angrily. “You need to figure out what’s really going on.”

My patience was wearing thin, but I knew the old man, like me, was just sick with worry.

“Seamus, what do you want me to do? Interrogate the hospital staff?”

“That would be a fine start,” he said. “And on that note, what did the police say? Who shot them? And how did they end up in Newburgh, miles from the lake house?”

When I looked up, a thin, middle-aged black man wearing a Newburgh PD jacket was standing in the hallway.

“I’m about to find out, Seamus. I’ll call you back.”

“Mr. Be

I showed him my gold NYPD detective shield.

“I thought I was on vacation, Detective, but it seems like I’m back at work after all,” I said.

“Oh, wow. A cop. That’s just terrible. I have two girls your sons’ age myself. Please call me Bill. You must be going through hell, Mike. Can you walk me through what happened?”

“I was about to ask you the same question, Bill,” I said.

Moss twirled the pen in his fingers as he took out his notes.

“Around six this evening, we received a call of shots fired on Lander Street,” he said. “That’s actually not a rare occurrence. We get so many shootings there that the locals call it Blood Alley. After the shots-fired call, some nine-one-one calls came in about someone shot on the sidewalk. Our guys got there a minute before the EMTs. Both your boys were down on the sidewalk, bleeding.”

I shook my head in terrified disbelief. One second, my kids are splashing in the lake, the next, they’re shot down in the middle of some dangerous ’hood. How could that happen?

“It’s a drug area, I take it?” I said after another stu

“Yep. Crack and powder coke and heroin. Gangs run it. Lander is run by the Bloods.”

“The Bloods?” I said. “Like the L.A. Bloods gang?”

“One and the same,” DT Moss said with a nod. “The Bloods run the west side. We also have a heavy contingent of the Latin Kings gang to the east. They’re at war with each other right now.”

“A gang drug war? I vacation up here at my lake house every once in a while, but I had no idea. It’s that bad?”

Moss rubbed at his mustache as he nodded.

“Outside of New York City, Newburgh has the highest murder rate per capita in New York State. They’re starting to call us the Sixth Borough and the Little Apple, thanks to the heavyweight big-city crime stats. Too bad we don’t have thirty thousand cops to keep a lid on it. Anyway, can you think of any reason why your kids were there? I don’t even want to ask, but do either of them use drugs?”

“Drugs?! Over their dead bodies,” I said.

I saw Mary Catherine wince beside me.

“Sorry. Poor choice of words,” I said. “They met some girls is all I know. But how they got from Orange Lake to Newburgh, I don’t know. You’ve probably heard it as many times as I have, but they’re actually good kids. My whole family has been worried sick. We thought they’d gotten lost in the woods.”

“Well,” Detective Moss said, handing me his card. “The doc says they won’t be up for questioning until the morning. I’ll come back then. If you hear anything in the meantime, please give me a call. As a fellow service member, I’m going to go full press, Mike. Be with your family. We’ll find out who did this.”