Sis amplexibus Amor alios mututa memini et amoris in mutationes memini.
May you be embraced by a love beyond recall that alters others
and a love within recall that alters you.
“Signal? Could be I got that wireless stuff messed when when I set it up.” He nodded at the unit beside his TV. The TV showed them from behind.
“Where’s the camera?” Detective Alverez looked around.
“Andy Humphun!” Harris pointed to the elf. “Don’t ask how. It’s a long story.”
Andy was leaning against the wall. His face melted in several places by the attacker’s taser. His cock still hard and immobile except for his hips that were still moving.
“When the Stalker tasered Andy, maybe the remote signal went haywire and jumped to the building feed?”
“How does that feel?” the medic cleaned the last of the burns. “Try to leave these uncovered for a few hours. They’ll heal faster that way. Try not to lie on your back for twenty-four hours. After twenty-four you should shower and reapply the lotion. You have family who can do that for you?”
“I think I can find someone.” Harris was sleepy. “I want to go to bed.”
“I gave him a sedative for the shock.” The medic explained to Detective Alverez. “We should take him to the hospital. If he’s been tasered this many time his heart has to be checked.”
Harris stretched out as best he could on his side on the gurney and those were the last words he heard.
He didn’t know what time it was when he woke. Fingers held his eyes opened as a light was flashed into them.
“Back with the living Mr Harris.” It was a nurse he remembered from his last visit to St Mike’s. “We didn’t expect to be seeing you so soon. Not only you but your father as well.”
“My father?” He pushed himself up to look around. This time he was in a private room.
“He had heart tremors. You mother rushed him directly here.”
“He’s fine though. Not to worry. Dr Chow will be in to see you directly.” the nurse helped him sit up. “Don’t worry. You’re fine, too. The only real damage are the burns. No concussion”
He leaned over, grabbed his shoulder bag off the chair by his bed, fished out his cell. It going on for 10 a.m. Saturday.
In less than an hour he was ready for release. His Dad was waiting for him at the emerg exit. A TV crew was there as well.
“How does it feel to ….” “How did you ….”
The questions came too fast for Harris to answer any one in particular.
“It was hell. I feel like hell. I can’t wait to get out of the country and away from all this.”
His Dad hailed a cab while Harris fended off the reporters.
As they were getting in Alex jogged up to them.“Harris how are you?” He reached out to hug Harris.
Harris pushed him away. He saw the puzzled look on his Dad’s face “I have burns Alex. Uh … Dad this is a … pal of mine Alex Tzorvas.”
“Pleased to meet you.” they shook hands.
“Look, is there anything I can do.”
“I don’t think so Alex. I’ll call you.” He could tell that Alex’s concern was genuine.
He got into the taxi after his father and drove away.
“What’s this about your heart?” Harris asked.
“Mother couldn’t get you on the phone and was insisting something was wrong. Well, I guess she did get that much right, and that we had to get over to your place right away. I had these sudden pains in my chest, couldn’t breath.”
“So did I.”
“Yours were taser assisted.”
“No this was after all that. It happened while I was giving the curse to that guy. The Stalker.”
“You gave him the curse?”
Harris told him about writing the curse out and giving it to his assailant. “Smeared it with my own blood like Rowell did to Tobias. I hope intent is more important than spelling though.”
His Dad’s phone rang. “It’s your mother.” He handed it to Harris.
“Hi Mom … yes we’re both alright … clean bills of health …. What! … When? … Thats’ amazing … Yeah I’l tell Dad.” He shut the phone off.
“Tell me what?”
“Marshall collapsed on set in Vancouver. Around the same time you felt your pains. I bet it was the same time as I gave away the curse.”
The burns on his back were numb from the salve the hospital had put on but they didn’t respond well to the pressure of sitting or the seat belt shoulder strap.
“I grabbed this in the lobby.” His dad handed him a newspaper. “You made the front page. Not a headliner.”
In the bottom quarter there was picture of the police taking the Stalker out of Plaza Place under a headline Stalker Stopped.
“Late last night John McNeil , 45, was captured at Plaza Place with citizen help. McNeil a Toronto native is a long time resident of the High Park area. He is married with three children. Unemployed for the past year he had become depressed by many factors in his life. Harris Stevens a resident of Plaza Place had become the object of his frustrations.
“Police profiler Fredrick Deeds explained that the random attacks gradually became more targeted as McNeil needed a direct focus for his anger. Harris Stevens had recently interrupted what was thought to be a attack in progress by The Stalker which resulted in him become a target.
“Undercover law enforcement presence at Park Plaza allowed for a speedy and successful capture of John McNeil. Police Detective Val Alverez in charge of the Stalker investigation believes that city can breathe freer now that the Stalker has been taken into custody.
“John McNeil remains in police custody. There is no word on his plea. The Crown Prosecutor says the strong evidence they have will certainly lead to a conviction.”
“They did everything but give out your phone number.” His dad was angry. “How did that creep get into your apartment if they had under cover-cops there?”
“Disguise. He’s been tailing me for a the last few days.” He told his Dad about the photos the Stalker had taken of him and Marshall, of him going in to work. “I’m pretty sure he knew where I lived. He must have seen the Muslim families coming and going. Pulled a chador over his head and voila. Security never checks them when they come, getting by was pretty simple.”
“Why don’t you stay with us for the next day or two.”
“Whatever. Can I at least drop in to my place to get a change of clothes?”
“If it’s still a crime scene they may not let you back in yet.”
Harris opted to go home with his father.
“How are you?” his mother greeted him. “You both look so pale.”
“I just want to get some sleep.” He kept his mother from fussing over him.
“Your room is all set. Fresh bedding. The Mario Brothers set you loved so much. How are you feeling.”
“Sore and tired Mom.”
He stumbled going up the stairs to his room. She arranged pillows to help lie on his side and not worry about turning over onto his back as he slept. She helped him take his tee shirt off.
“My God. Your back!”
“That bad eh?” he fell asleep instantly.
“You’ve made the 6 clock news.” His Dad pushed in a TV on a stand.
A reporter was talking to a woman standing in the door way of a house.
“They are such a happy family,” she was saying. “The kids tend to be rowdy but what kids aren’t. But they loved their Dad. He never struck me as the type to do this sort of thing.”
“How did you react when you heard about him being the Stalker.”
“There’s no way to be safe is there.” The woman pulled her sweater closed. “All this time I was scared to take the TTC. Had to have Dan, my husband, meet me at the station now all time and it’s only a five minute walk from here. Then to find out that the Stalker lives right across the street from me. Makes a body really think about living in such a dangerous city.”
“Thank you. The city is relieved that the the stalker has finally been caught. Back to you Brad.”
“Thanks Meggan. We now go to a police press conference.”
Detective Val Alverez stood in front of several microphones. Agent Chiba directly behind her to her left.
“We are pleased to say that we have put a stop to this man who has been terrorizing our streets for the past months. He has not been co-operative. We have enough evidence to hold him.”
There were questions from the reporters that he couldn’t hear.
“I can’t comment on that. …. Yes Mr Stevens is recovering well from his injuries. His injures were not life threatening ….. Yes Mr Stevens was cooperating with the police in this matter and was aware he had been targeted by the Stalker …. No. I haven’t heard how Mr McNeil will plead …. “
The news announcer came back on the screen “In other news …”
“We should sue those idiots.” his mother said. “Letting that deranged man get to you. How could they have let him get past them. How?”
“They were doing the best they could.”
“Well it clearly wasn’t good enough. There should have been protection in the apartment with you. That’s what I think.”
“Like who? Trevor Daniels?” Harris joked. “If he hadn’t got to me there, he would have created an opportunity. Remember how systematic he was in attacking people out of the range of security cameras. I’m grateful I was where I could be seen.”
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