" He said and then hung up.Going to a directory he picked up the phone again and dialled a number, "Hello, can I have the psychiatric admissions pleas...e, DI O'Neil, Bath Police here." There was a slight pause, "Hello Doctor White, O'Neil here, I have a Chris Beaker in custody here, yes that person. I also have two conflicting reports about his state of mind, is it possible that he can be admitted for tests to check his mental state? ... What? 4 Hours? Why that long? I see ... well I suppose we. "Would you like me to call you a taxi?" I asked Marie. "I'll pay for it. If you'd prefer, Heather or I will drive you home. It'd be faster if we drove you." Could you drive me, please?" Marie asked, smiling sweetly, looking incredibly young and innocent again. Odd how she could manage that look, standing there, still naked."No problems. I'll take you as soon as you're dressed."How the hell could she have forgotten she was undressed? She gave a gasp and jumped towards her clothes."Thank you,". Albert got back in the car and started it, put it in gear but all that happened was the wheels just spun, they could see the three men watching, then, out of no-where another set of headlights lit the scene.Albert stopped the car rives and just sat, three other men jumped out a battered old four by four truck. First they looked at the dead deer, then they all stood talking until one headed for the car, Albert lowered the window about two inches, the man spat tobacco out and said, "You folk. He came home from work early t-today ... and shot ... he shot himself in the head."Time stopped – I remember dust motes in the air, hanging motionless in the sunlight coming through the windows, fragmented into shafts by the trees outside. Christie was standing next to me, eternally held in the horror of that moment. She had grown to care for Johnny while he stayed with us, to think of him almost as a step-son, although they were the same age – the devastation she felt was impossible to hide,.