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Andrew Roller Presents
JUPITER RISING
Chapter Fifteen
It looked like some relic of Stalinesque architecture. Its tall
faceless windows stared with factory-like precision out at the neat rows
of parked cars. The glass in the windows was tinted, better to keep in the
secrets the building held and the lies, too. Within the walls of UC Mercy,
in the Emergency Admissions section of the Pediatric Ward, Brunhilda
Edmonton worked. She was a specialist in child sexual abuse, which could
be reduced to a simple formula: if the child said she hadnÕt been touched,
she was lying; still a hostage, mentally at least, of her abuser, a
Stockholm-syndrome survivor. And of course if she said she had been
touched, she was telling the truth. Even if it took days of coaxing and
persuading and threatening by Brunhilda to get her to say that.
It was high noon out in front of the building, but nobody was on lunch
break. Three police cars blocked the entrance to UC Mercy. Officers
checked everyone who came and went. Brunhilda Edmonton gazed briefly
down at the officers from the angled view that her wing of the building
provided. She wished there were more down there; that man was still at
large.
ÒLet go of meeee! I want to be with Zeus!Ó a small voice cried from
the adjoining room. Brunhilda turned and looked at the brown-haired girl
being held by two white-uniformed orderlies.
ÒWhatÕs she talking about?Ó one of the orderlies asked the other.
ÒGod only knows,Ó the second responded. They were trying to calm
the girl, and at the same time present her with an anatomically-correct
doll, as she sat perched naked on an examining table. They were getting
nowhere. The minute they let go of the girl, or even tried to, she was set
on jumping or scrambling down off the table.
ÒHave you performed the vaginal examination yet?Ó Brunhilda asked.
SheÕd been in the conference room talking with the other women, all of
them experts on child abuse.
ÒNo maÕam but weÕre trying,Ó one of the orderlies answered, trying
to let go of Lisa so she could go fetch a speculum from off a counter.
ÒSedate her if she wonÕt cooperate,Ó Brunhilda snapped.
ÒYes maÕam,Ó the orderly who was trying to get the speculum
answered. Now, of course, she was presented with a new problem: how to
go and fill a syringe if the little bitch was still impossible to keep on the
table?
Brunhilda decided to take matters into her own hands. She stormed
into the examining room. Brushing the two orderlies aside, though not so
roughly as to cause them to let go of Lisa, she slapped the girl across the
face.
ÒQUIET!Ó Brunhilda shouted at Lisa. Physical discipline was
regrettable but necessary in a case of this sort, Brunhilda told herself as
Lisa burst into tears. ÒHold her. IÕLL get the fucking syringe!Ó Brunhilda
said. She went to the counter where the speculum was lying. She opened a
drawer. She took out a syringe from a collection of them there. She was a
registered nurse; she hadnÕt done this in a while but that didnÕt mean she
was incapable. She found the sedative and filled the syringe with it, then
got alcohol and a cotton pad.
ÒNo! No! No! No!Ó Lisa cried as Brunhilda bore down on her with the
syringe, the two orderlies holding her. The anatomically correct doll had
fallen to the floor. TheyÕd have to interview the girl later, when sheÕd
been made properly cooperative. ÒYeeeouch!Ó Lisa cried, a moment later,
as the alcohol-laden pad was brushed across her arm and then the sedative
was injected.
ÒThe girl is resting quietly and recuperating from her ordeal,Ó a
chirpy voice reported on the radio in BrunhildaÕs office a half hour later.
ÒWeÕll be back with more after this quick break, on Newsline!Ó
ÒWhy stand there going moo,
When you can hire a blue?
Blue cab! Blue cab!
L.A.Õs finest Blue cab!Ó
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