‘You’re not planning on starving us out?’
‘Tell us what you want.’
She took a deep breath. ‘Pancakes,’ she said. ‘Hot food and plenty of it. We thought fast-food pancakes, maple syrup, and hot chocolate. From Don’s Diner.’
‘We can do that. How will we get it in?’
‘Have someone put it on the doorstep. Len won’t shoot anyone carrying pancakes, will you, Len?’ The youth was listening to every word being said, standing right against her as she talked while the gun stayed pressed into her side. She sneezed and he backed off a bit.
‘Inspector…?’
‘Yes.’
‘I need my hay fever pills,’ she added. ‘Rob will know. The strong night ones.’
‘I didn’t say anything about no…’ Len started, but Shanni sneezed again. She gave him an apologetic smile.
‘Please?’ she said nicely, and he grimaced.
‘Okay,’ he snapped. ‘And tell him I want a helicopter.’
‘That might be harder than pancakes and hay fever pills,’ Shanni said mildly, and Len swore and grabbed the phone.
‘I want a helicopter,’ he told the policeman. ‘To get me away from here.’
‘You’ll leave the hostages behind?’ The inspector’s voice was carrying and Shanni could hear every word.
‘They’ll come with me. I’ll dump them where I’m going.’
‘It’ll take time to organise,’ the policeman said urgently. ‘Maybe all day. There’s been a storm north of here and emergency services are stretched.’
‘A helicopter by tonight or someone gets it.’
‘I’ll try.’
‘And get them pancakes.’ Len crashed the phone back on the cradle and went back to staring out the window. While Nick watched Shanni. Who’d forgotten to sneeze…
‘Are we having pancakes?’ Harry asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and Nick nodded and gave him an impulsive hug. When really he wanted to hug Shanni.
‘Thanks to your clever kindergarten teacher we might well be having pancakes.’ Then, as Shanni sat down beside them again, Nick lowered his voice so only she could hear and said, ‘And hay fever tablets to boot. How about that? If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, Shanni McDonald, that could make us all feel very much better!’
The pancakes arrived and were delicious, though for the life of him Nick couldn’t urge Harry from his knee. Shanni fed him his pancakes in pieces like a little bird, and every time Nick tried to put him aside the child forgot about food and turned and clung.
Nick found it claustrophobic-and Shanni’s delighted smile made it worse.
‘I don’t like children,’ Nick said through gritted teeth, and she chuckled.
‘Yeah, right. I can see that. But you don’t have to like children. Just Harry.’
And Len? Len ate his pancakes as if he hadn’t seen food for a week. Shanni had opened the door and pulled the tray inside and Len had fallen on it as if all his Christmases had come at once. Luckily whoever had organised it had decided to provide enough to feed the teeming masses; otherwise there’d have been none for anyone else.
‘That was wonderful,’ Shanni said after her third pancake. She sneezed as she carried the litter back to the bench and fetched the mugs of hot chocolate. ‘And what’s coming is better still.’ She twisted the cap off the bottle of hay fever pills. ‘My pills! Sorry guys. Now I can stop sneezing.’
She carried mugs of hot chocolate over to Nick and Harry, and then to Len at his watching post by the window.
‘Thank you for letting us eat,’ she said softly, smiling down at him. ‘It was kind.’
‘Yeah…all right.’ He looked longingly at the chocolate. It was thick and creamy with a melting marshmallow floating on top, but the sight disturbed him. ‘We shoulda got coffee. Coffee’d keep us awake.’
‘I’m sorry.’ She sounded so contrite it was pathetic. ‘If you don’t want this, I’m sure Harry would like two mugs.’
‘I’ll drink it,’ he snapped. ‘Go away.’
‘Hot chocolate.’ Nick looked thoughtful as he sipped. ‘Now, why didn’t you order coffee, Shanni McDonald?’
‘We have coffee here for Marg and I to use.’
‘Instant.’ His tone said what he thought of that.
‘This isn’t metropolitan Melbourne,’ she snapped. ‘You’ve come a long way from cappuccino society here.’
‘I understand that.’ He grimaced. He certainly had. ‘But I’d assume your fast-food chain provides decent coffee. Not as sweet, of course. Or maybe…’ He cast a glance at Len, who’d drained his chocolate and was back staring intently out of the window. ‘Maybe not as disguising?’
‘Just drink your chocolate and shut up,’ Shanni snapped.
‘And wait and see?’
‘And wait and see.’
‘Your sneeze seems to have stopped. Those pills must be very effective.’
‘I do hope so,’ she said simply-and waited.
They waited an hour.
Len was rocking on his stool by the window. The curtains were still drawn and Shanni hadn’t turned on the light.
‘It’s cosier in the almost dark,’ she said, and lay on her back and told Harry the story of
Still within the safety of Nick’s arms, Harry listened and Shanni thought it was the first time she’d ever known Harry to listen at all.
She held her breath and waited.
And it wasn’t just the pills she was waiting on…
It was strange, Nick decided. Surrealistic. For Nick, accustomed to living life at full speed, to be forced to lie and hold a child and listen to the exploits of a make-believe caterpillar… He’d never done such a thing in his life.
The whole world held its breath.
Over at the window, Shanni could sense Len was listening too. And waiting. She made her voice calm and warm and even and when Harry dropped off to sleep again she wasn’t surprised.
What did surprise her was Nick. Gently he disengaged Harry’s clutching fingers, let the little one slip sideways onto the pillows and then, with a questioning look at Shanni-a ‘help-me-with-this’ look-he rose and crossed steadily to Len at the window. Shanni watched him every step of the way, her hand coming down to cradle Harry so he wouldn’t notice Nick’s absence.
‘Len?’ Nick said softly.
His head jerked up. He was so close to sleep… ‘Yes?’
‘You’re cold, boy.’ He pushed the reading chair forward-the only comfortable chair in the kindergarten. It was padded, with a high back, and he tossed a couple of cushions on for good measure. ‘It might take hours for the helicopter to arrive. If you’re not comfortable your muscles might cramp up and you’ll fall off your stool. Use this one.’ He pushed the chair against the window. Then, as Len hesitated, he threw a couple of blankets on top.
‘Make yourself comfortable,’ he suggested.
‘Why are you doing this?’ Len’s face was all suspicion.
‘If you fall off the stool, chances are that gun will go off,’ Nick said bluntly. ‘Then you’ll have every cop in the country storming in. Neither of us wants that.’ And then he grinned. ‘And you let us have pancakes.’
His smile was beguiling-even Shanni was beguiled, for heaven’s sake, and this man was a lawyer!-and it
