Jenn was mentally reviewing some of the research shed done on the plane flight. She knew that freight train crews were small. Even so, there seemed to be one person missing.
Wheres the engineer? she asked.
The hogger? Bull Cullen said. Hes in the custody suite.
Jenns mouth dropped slightly.
She knew that hogger was railroad slang for an engineer.
But what the hell was going on here?
You put him in a jail cell? she asked.
Powell said, We didnt have much choice.
The older conductor added, The poor guy he wont talk to anybody. The only words hes said since it happened are, Lock me up. He just kept saying that again and again.
The local police chief said, So thats what we wound up doing. It seemed the best thing for now.
Jenn felt a flash of anger.
She asked, Havent you brought in a therapist to talk to him?
The railroad deputy chief said, Weve asked for a company psychologist to come in from Chicago. Its union rules. We dont know when hes going to show up.
Riley looked truly startled now.
Surely the engineer doesnt blame himself for what happened, she said.
The older conductor looked surprised at the question.
Of course he does, he said. It wasnt his fault, but he cant help it. He was the man at the controls. Hes the one who felt the most helpless. Its eating him up inside. I hate it that hes shut himself off like this. I really tried to talk to him, but he wont even look me in the eye. We shouldnt be waiting around for some damned railroad shrink to show up. Rules or not, somebody ought to do something right now. A good hogger like him deserves better.
Jenns anger sharpened.
She said to Cullen, Well, you cant just leave him in that cell by himself. I dont care if he insists on being alone. It cant be good for him. Somebody needs to reach out to him.
Everyone in the room looked at her.
Jenn hesitated, then said, Take me to the custody suite. I want to see him.
Riley looked up at her and said, Jenn, Im not sure thats such a good idea.
But Jenn ignored her.
Whats his name? Jenn asked the conductors.
Boynton said, Brock Putnam.
Take me to him, Jenn insisted. Right now.
Chief Powell led Jenn out of the interview room and down the hall. As they walked along, Jenn wondered whether Riley might be right.
Maybe this isnt such a good idea.
After all, she knew that empathy was hardly her strong suit as an agent. She tended to be blunt and outspoken, even when a softer touch was needed. She certainly didnt have Rileys ability to turn on the compassion at appropriate moments. And if Riley herself didnt feel up to this task, why did Jenn feel like she ought to take it on?
But she couldnt help thinking
Somebodys got to talk to him.
Powell led her into the row of cells, all with solid doors and tiny windows.
He asked, Do you want me to come in with you?
No, Jenn said. Id better do this one-on-one.
Powell opened a door to one of the cells, and Jenn stepped inside. Powell left the door open but stepped away.
A man in his early thirties sat on the end of the cot, staring directly at the wall. He was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and backward baseball cap.
Standing just inside the doorway, Jenn said in a soft voice
Mr. Putnam? Brock? My name is Jenn Roston, and with the FBI. Im so terribly sorry about what happened. I just wondered if you wanted to talk.
Putnam showed no indication of even hearing her.
He seemed especially determined not to make eye contact with her or with anybody else, Jenn felt sure.
And from her research flying out here, Jenn knew exactly why he felt that way.
She swallowed hard as a knot of anxiety filled her throat.
This was going to be a lot harder than shed even imagined.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Riley uneasily kept her eye on the door after Jenn left the room. As Bill kept asking the conductor and his assistant questions, she worried about how Jenn was going to deal with the engineer.
She was sure that the engineer was probably having a terrible time of it. She didnt like the idea of waiting a lot longer for a railroad psychologist possibly some official flunky who might be more concerned about the companys well-being than the engineers. But what else were they supposed to do?
And might the young agent only make things worse for the man? Riley had never seen any sign that Jenn was especially skillful at dealing with people.
If Jenn did just upset the man further, how might that affect her own morale? She had already been contemplating leaving the FBI because of pressures from a criminal former foster mother.
Despite her concerns, Riley managed to listen to what was being said in the room.
Bill said to Stine, You said youve seen this kind of thing before. Do you mean murders on railroad tracks?
Oh, no, Stine said. Actual murders like that are really rare. But people getting killed on the tracks thats a lot more common than you might think. There are several hundred victims a year, some of them just stupid thrill-seekers, but a lot of them suicides. In the business, we call them trespassers.
The younger man twisted in his chair uncomfortably and said, I sure dont want to see anything like that again. But from what Arlo tells me well, I guess its part of the job.
Bill said to the conductor, Are you sure there wasnt anything the engineer could have done?
Arlo Stine shook his head.
Damned sure. Hed already slowed the train down to thirty-five miles per hour for the curve we were on. Even so, there was no way to stop a diesel locomotive with ten freight cars behind it anywhere near fast enough to save that woman. You cant break the laws of physics and stop several thousand tons of moving steel on a dime. Let me explain it to you
The conductor started talking about the mechanics of braking. It was highly technical talk, and of no real interest or use to Riley or Bill. But Riley knew that it was best to let Stine just keep talking for his own sake, if for no one elses.
Meanwhile, Riley still found herself looking toward the door, wondering how Jenn was doing with the engineer.
*Jenn stood next to the bed looking anxiously at Brock Putnams back as he stared silently at the wall.
Now that she was actually with the man, she found that she had no idea what to do or say next.
But from her research on the plane, she understood why he was incapable of looking at her or anyone else right now. He was traumatized by a single detail that often haunted hoggers whod been through what he had just been through.
A few moments ago, the conductor had said that he and his assistant had only gotten a glimpse of the victim before she died.
But this man had gotten much more than a glimpse.
Hed seen something uniquely horrifying from his window in that cab something that no innocent human being deserved to see.
Would it help for him to say it aloud?
Im not a shrink, she reminded herself.
Even so, she felt more and more anxious to reach out to him.
Slowly and cautiously, Jenn said
I think I know what you saw, she said. You can talk to me about it if you like.
After a pause, she added
But not if you dont want to.