After a pause, she added
But not if you dont want to.
A silence fell.
I guess he doesnt want to, Jenn thought.
She almost got up to leave, but then the man said in a nearly inaudible whisper
I died back there.
The words chilled Jenn to the bone.
Again, she wondered whether she had any business trying to do this.
She said nothing. She figured it was best to wait and see if he wanted to say more. She waited for many seconds, more than half-hoping the man would stay silent and she could leave quietly.
Then he said
I saw it happen. I was looking in a mirror.
He paused for a moment, then added
I saw myself die. So why why am I here?
Jenn gulped hard.
Yes, what had happened to him was exactly the sort of thing shed read about on the plane. Hundreds of people died on railroad tracks every year. And all too often, the engineers endured an unimaginably horrifying moment.
They made eye contact with the person who was about to die.
The exact same thing had happened to Brock Putman. The reason he couldnt make eye contact with anyone else was that it made him relive that moment all over again. And his identification with the poor woman was eating him up inside. He was trying to cope by denying that anyone else had been killed. Guiltily, he was trying to convince himself that he and only he was dead.
Jenn spoke even more cautiously than before.
You didnt die. You werent looking in a mirror. Someone else died. And it wasnt your fault. There was no way on earth you could stop it from happening. You know that even if you have trouble accepting it. It wasnt your fault.
The man still faced away from her. But a sob escaped from his throat.
Jenn was momentarily alarmed. Had she just pushed him over some kind of edge?
No, she thought.
She had a gut feeling that this was good, that it was necessary.
The mans shoulders shook slightly as his quiet sobbing continued.
Jenn touched him on the shoulder.
She said, Brock, could you do something for me? I just want you to look at me.
His shoulders stopped shaking, and his sobbing ebbed away.
Then, very slowly, he turned around on his bed and looked at Jenn.
His bright blue eyes were wide and pleading and brimming with tears and they were gazing straight into Jenns own eyes.
Jenn had to fight back her own tears.
As blunt, brusque, and sometimes even tactless as she normally was, it dawned on her that shed never had this kind of interaction with anybody before, at least not professionally.
She swallowed hard, then said, Youre not looking into a mirror right now. Youre looking at me. Youre looking into my eyes. And youre alive. Youve got every right to be alive.
Brock Putnam opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
Instead, he nodded.
Jenn almost gasped with relief.
I did it, she thought. I drew him out.
Then she said, But you deserve something more. You deserve to find out who did this terrible thing not just to that poor woman, but to you. And you deserve justice. You deserve to know that hell never do anything like this again. I promise youll get justice. Ill make sure of it.
He nodded again, with just a trace of a smile.
She smiled and said, Now lets get out of here. Youve got two pals out there who are worried about you. Lets go see them.
She got up from the cot, and so did Brock. They walked outside the cell, where Chief Powell was still waiting. Powell looked astonished at the change in Putnams demeanor and behavior. They all walked back to the interview room and headed on inside. Riley, Bill, and Cullen were still there, and so were the two conductors.
Stine and Boynton sat gaping for a moment, then got up and exchanged emotional hugs with Brock Putnam. They all sat down at the table together and started talking quietly.
Jenn looked at the railroad deputy chief sternly and said, Light a fire under somebodys ass and get that railroad psychologist down here ASAP.
Then, turning to the local police chief, she said, Go get this man a cup of coffee.
Powell nodded mutely and left the room.
Riley took Jenn aside and asked quietly, Do you think hell ever be able to get back to work?
Jenn thought for a moment and said, I doubt it.
Riley nodded and said, Hell probably be struggling for the rest of his life. Its a horrible thing to have to live with.
Riley smiled and added, But you did some good work just now.
Jenn felt flooded with warmth at Rileys praise.
She remembered back to how her day had started how her communication with Aunt Cora had left her feeling inadequate and unworthy.
Maybe Im of some use after all, she thought.
After all, shed always known that empathy was a quality she lacked and needed to cultivate. And now at last, she seemed to have taken at least a few steps toward being a more empathetic agent.
She also felt energized by the promise shed just made to Brock Putnam:
I promise youll get justice. Ill make sure of it.
She was glad shed said it. Now she was committed to it.
I wont let him down, she thought.
Meanwhile, the two conductors and the engineer continued to talk quietly, commiserating about the awful experience they had all endured, but which had been especially awful for Putnam.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened and Chief Powell looked inside.
He said to Cullen and the FBI agents, Youd better come with me. A witness just showed up.
Jenn felt a jolt of excitement as she and the others followed Cullen down the hall.
Were they about to get the break they needed?
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Riley followed Powell down the hall along with the other FBI agents and Bull Cullen, she wondered
A witness? Are we really going to get a break this fast?
Years of experience told her that it wasnt likely.
Even so, she couldnt help hoping that this time might be different. It would be wonderful to wrap this case up before anyone else was killed.
When the group arrived at a small meeting room, a stout woman in her fifties was pacing inside. She wore heavy makeup and her hair was an unnatural shade of blond.
She hurried toward them. Oh, this is awful, she said. I saw her picture on the news a little while ago, and I recognized her right away. Such a horrible death. But I had a feeling about her a bad feeling. A premonition, you might even call it.
Rileys hopes sank a little.
It usually wasnt a good sign when witnesses started talking about premonitions.
Bill guided the woman to a chair.
Sit down, maam, he said. Take it easy and lets start from the beginning. Whats your name?
The woman sat down, but she just fidgeted in her chair.
Bill sat in a nearby chair, turning it a little to talk with her. Riley, Jenn, and the others also took chairs around the meeting room table.
Your name? Bill asked again.
Sarah Dillon, she said, giving him a wide smile. I live right here in Barnwell.
Bill asked, And how did you know the victim?
The woman looked at him as if surprised at the question.
Well, I didnt actually know her. We exchanged words on occasion.
Bill asked, Did you see her this morning before she was killed?