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so he wasn’t in the line of fire. With his free hand he went after the man’s throat, crushing his windpipe, watching him gag, hearing his gun slam against the spectator railing. The screams were high and loud. They went on and on, filling the courtroom, filling his mind, seeping into his brain. He saw the third man now, whirling around in a slow, very precise movement, saw the point when failure registered in his brain, saw him raise his gun and fire randomly, striking the shoulder of one of the defense team, a young man in a pristine white shirt that was instantly shredded and soaked red. The force of the bullet flung him back against three women who were cowered down in the first row of spectators. The man turned back to him, his eyes filled with panic and death. Ramsey felt the heat of a bullet as it passed an inch from his temple, and rolled, picking up the semiautomatic, aiming it even as he lay on his side, and pulled the trigger. He saw the man flung hard against the wall, his blood splattering against the wainscotting. The screams wouldn’t stop, just grew louder and louder.

Ramsey jerked up in bed, breathing hard, sweat sheening his forehead, and covered his face with his hands. So much blood, as if it had rained blood.

“It’s all right, Ramsey.”

It was Emma. She was sitting beside him, her small fingers lightly stroking his forearm. “It’s all right. It was a nightmare, a bad one, like mine sometimes. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you, not until you’re okay again.”

“Emma,” he said, surprised that he could even get the word out of his mouth. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, pulled the little girl onto his legs, and drew her close.

“I heard you,” she said against his shoulder. “I was scared for you.”

“Thank you for coming. It was a bad one. It happened three months ago. I haven’t dreamed about it for several weeks now.”

“I’m sorry it came back. What was it, Ramsey?”

“I had to kill someone, Emma.”

She drew back and gazed up at him. His eyes were used to the darkness and he could see her clearly. She looked at him with calm and utter certainty. “You must have had to, that’s all. Did they deserve it?”

He stared down into that child’s face with her eyes that had felt far too much pain and seen horrible evil. He owed her the truth.

“Yes,” he said slowly, never looking away from her. “They deserved it. They broke into my courtroom. They had guns. They wanted to free the drug dealers the jury had just found guilty. They started shooting jurors. So I stopped the carnage.”

“What’s carnage?”

“Emma? What are you doing here, love?”

She turned toward the door. “Mama, Ramsey had a nightmare. I heard him and knew he needed me. He dreamed about car-nage.”

Molly blinked at that.

“Hello, Molly,” Ramsey said. “I’m okay now. Emma’s made me see things a bit differently.”

“Can we help you get to sleep, Ramsey?”

“I smell like sweat, Emma. You don’t want to stay close to a sweaty guy.”

“You’re drying off, Ramsey. It’s not too bad.” Emma yawned, her head falling forward to Ramsey’s chest. He looked toward Molly, who was standing in the doorway, wearing a white sleep shirt that had across the front in blue lettering, F-Stops Are My Specialty.

Molly shrugged. “Why not? Emma and I can stay on top of the covers. Here’s another blanket I can cover us with. I’m surprised I didn’t hear you. I just realized Emma was gone a moment ago.”

As Molly climbed in next to Ramsey, pulling Emma next to her, she said, “Next time it’ll be my turn to have a nightmare.”

“Are you all right, Ramsey?”

“I’m much better now, Em, that you’re here.”

“Tell me about the nightmare, Ramsey,” Emma said, leaning up over her mother. “Mama says it helps when you say everything out loud,” and he did. It was easier this time.

Molly said, “How did they get into the courthouse with guns?”

“A guard was bribed. He’s in jail.” He felt himself begin to ease. He had no more words. The shadows were reclaiming the blood and the death.

“Yes, I remember now. That was in the articles I read. Well, it’s over now. Does your back hurt?”

“No. It wasn’t much