Kapitel 119: Chapter 119

INT. - 9th PRECINCT - NOON

Gerri handed over a cup of steaming coffee to the rigid-backed man while his wife clung to the handsome kid between them. It didn't take her long to realize the boy had some kind of disability. Though he appeared perfectly normal and healthy, his inability to meet her gaze and the steady, rhythmic rocking of his upper body as he sat staring at the wall told her he was likely autistic.

"Curtis has Asperger's syndrome," his mother said when Gerri asked. "While his symptoms are usually mild, he's made excellent progress the last year or so since he started working with Father Harry." She choked on the words, her distress turned toward her husband whose scowl was befitting her own father, retired police Sargent Dutch Meyers. So, either cop or military. She guessed Army, or more likely a Marine with a careful crew cut like his, when Gordon Truman spoke.