Fort Myers police officers Tom Cameron and Hank Lamp stared as the autistic teenager rocked back and forth, cradling the gun while his mother lay lifeless, on the bed. Brian stared back at the two cops, the one with the belly falling over his pants, the other, skinny as a pole. They both had guns pointed at him. Em, the neighbor woman, looked as white as Gulf coast sand. Brian shivered. Why are the cops here? Why doesn't Ma wake up? Whyyyyyy? Why doesn't Em wake her up? Why? Why? Why? My head hurts. I need to hit my head. I need to flap my hands.Sweat trickled over the palms of Brian's hands...
Fort Myers police officers Tom Cameron and Hank Lamp stared as the autistic teenager rocked back and forth, cradling the gun while his mother lay life...