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Chapter Two
A half-hour before, Sonja would have done bodily harm to LaSalle for disturbing her moment of Zen. But, with the cushion of alcohol and crunchy snacks, her solace held.
He crouched down. "What do we have here? A party for one?"
For about 45 seconds.
She scowled at him, "Yeah, and you're not invited."
He persisted, "So, you're OK?"
"Don't I look OK?" she said.
"Well, your legs are dangling off a bridge and you're drinking," he said, motioning to the six-pack.
"I have had one beer and I left my steel-melting acid in my other jacket. So, I don't think I'm going anywhere," she retorted.
"Got it," he said. "Not suicidal."
Sonja turned back and frowned. The spell was broken. Instead of a spiritual river of redemption, all she saw was muddy water.
Without facing him, she spoke out loud. "So, stalk much?" She took a slug of beer.
"No." He paused. "I, ah, oh never mind." He turned to go.
Sonja pulled her right leg out facing him head on. "No, I want to know. How did you find me?"
"You'll laugh," he said.
"Probably," she said. "But, spill anyway Bundy."
"You gotta promise not to laugh," he said. "It's kinda weird."
Her eyes got wide. "You've got spidey sense?"
"See now, yer making fun," he said, pausing. "I thought you and I had a, a special connection."
"Like Verizon?"
"You're not taking this seriously," he frowned.
"C'mon, LaSalle, admit you followed me. I'll get a restraining order, and everything's back to normal," she teased.
"Forget it Percy."
She let out a small laugh and his frustration turned to rage.
"No, you know - just fuck it. And fuck you!" He started back to the road.
"Wait, LaSalle come back. I was only kidding." She started to get up, but got her leg stuck in the rail. She slipped down and yanked hard trying to stand up, but instead it twisted. Then she felt a snap and heard a crack.
She screamed and sat down hard.
LaSalle whipped around. "Sonja!"
"I think something broke," she moaned. A wave of nausea came over her, "I'm going to be sick!" She turned and vomited. With perverse fascination she watched it drop into the river. She turned back and saw Chris squatting next to her.
"I'm so sorry Chris," she said. "I'm really, really sorry." He was trying to get her leg out, but her ankle was misshapen and swollen. "Oh shit, oh shit, It really hurts!"
Chris looked her straight in the eyes. "Sonja, stay calm. I'll get you out."
An unfamiliar voice spoke, "What happened LaSalle?" Sonja looked up to see a NOLA police officer.
"She twisted her leg in the rail," Chris reported calmly.
The officer shined a flashlight on Sonja's leg. "That looks ugly. Better call the paramedics. Got things under control?"
Chris nodded, "I'll stay with her."
The cop spoke into his shoulder radio and walked back to the road.
Sonja started to shiver. "Y-y-y-o-u c-c-c-all-e-d-d the, the p-p-p-o-lic-c-ce?"
LaSalle covered her shoulders with his jacket. He worried she might go into shock.
"They were already on the way," he said. "I heard chatter on the scanner that a car was disabled on the bridge and recognized it as yours."
"H-h-How?" She winced with pain.
"They gave your license plate and car model."
She looked up at him, "You kn-n-o-w my p-p-l-a-t-t-e n-num-m-m-ber-r-r?"
He made a face. "I park behind you everyday, you idiot."
Her leg throbbed and she felt woozy. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"When I got here, I told the cops I knew you and I would check it out," he said. "Stay with me, Sonja..." She opened her eyes.
"O-o-l-l-d-d b-b-u-d-d-i-e-s of y-y-ou-r-s-s-s?" she managed.
He smiled. If she could still joke, she was OK.
"Yeah. Hey," He stroked her cheek, trying to keep her alert. "I was worried about you. Y'know, the way we left things," he said softly. "But, I think I know why you came here."
"Y-y-o-o-o-u d-d-o-o?"
"You had to make peace with what happened - what coulda happened," he said.
"Yeah." was all she could manage.