Found it.
“Don’t worry, it will be,” says Sal. “Officer Boyle here was trained by John Ceepak.”
“Who?” says Mrs. Oppenheimer as she and Santucci finally move out of the living room.
“Biggest overgrown Boy Scout you could ever meet. Come on, I’ll tell you all about him …”
I grin. Santucci actually handled that pretty well.
“Christine?” I say when they’re out of the room.
“Yes, Danny?”
“Your neck okay?”
“It hurts.”
“Do you want an ambulance?”
“No. I don’t think it will swell up any more.”
“How ’bout you wait in the kitchen? Maybe put some ice on it?”
“Good idea.”
She leaves and I move into the upper living room. Take a seat in a very comfy, very white chair. The boy in the wheelchair is staring at the phone in his lap. Turning it over and over.
“You’re Samuel Oppenheimer?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You feeling good enough to talk?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Great. So, you’re the one who called nine-one-one?”
“Yeah.”
“Good for you. Smart move.”
Samuel looks up. We make eye contact. “Thanks,” he says.