Park heard the doorbell sound again and now it had that impatient shrill. His mind was still in the white zone, letters tumbling around like confetti. He felt weightless and yet strung out. He opened the door.
A woman in a dark coat and a tall Guard behind her. Beyond her, he could see Garda vans and cars. He thought,
“Uh-oh.”
The woman flashed a warrant card and a formal-appearing sheet of paper. She barked,
“I’m Sergeant Ridge, and this here is a warrant to search your home. You are Parker Wilson, I presume?”
Park found all kinds of wrong in the way she formulated the statement and question. It was in the wrong order.
He asked,
“Shouldn’t you at least attempt civility?”
Then his mind flipped and he lunged at her, but halfheartedly. The ECT had weakened him so it was, at best, a f
