S. J. Rozan - Absent Friends

CONTENTS

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 1

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 2

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 1

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 1

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 1

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 3

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 2

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 4

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 2

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 3

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 2

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 5

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 4

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 6

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 3

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 4

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 3

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 7

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 4

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 5

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 8

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 5

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 6

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 5

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 9

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 6

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 6

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 10

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 7

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 7

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 11

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 8

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 7

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 9

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 12

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 8

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 10

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 13

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 8

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 9

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 9

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 10

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 10

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 11

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 14

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 11

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 11

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 12

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 12

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 12

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 13

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 14

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 13

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 15

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 13

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 14

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 15

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 16

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 15

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 16

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 17

PHIL'S STORY
Chapter 14

MARIAN'S STORY
Chapter 16

LAURA'S STORY
Chapter 17

BOYS' OWN BOOK
Chapter 18

EPILOGUE
Explanation

for all the heroes

As to truth, I haven't even tried to dissect its nature. All I know is that the surest way to make enemies is to always tell the truth. So, its nature probably is quite complex.

Jose Latour

Powerless is speech.
Still, it bests a tear
In attempts to reach,
Crossing the frontier.

Joseph Brodsky,
A Martial Law Carol

There are people who are as much a part of this book as the words in it. Expressing my gratitude isn't enough, but it's a start. Thank you to:

My agent, Steve Axelrod, who stayed calm, and my editor, Kate Miciak, who got excited.

Steve Fagan, Laura Lippman, D. P. Lyle MD, FDNY Lt. Simon Ressner, Betsy Harding, Royal Huber, Jamie Scott, and Lawton Tootle, for technical help and support.

Keith Snyder, Nancy Ennis, Carl Stein, Steven Blier, Hillary Brown, Monty Freeman, Max Rudin, Eve Rudin, James Russell, Amy Schatz, Nancy Richler, Vicki Trerise, Reed Coleman, Jonathan Santlofer, Paula Woods, Felix Liddell, Denise Bigo, John Douglas, Stuart Early, Jennifer Jaffee, Tina Meyerhoff, Larry Pontillo, Tom Savage, Jose Latour and his wonderful family, Jayne and Frank Krentz, Bob Hughes, and Joe Wallace, for aid and comfort.

Susanna Bergtold and Andrea Knutson, for being where they were, and being with me.

And especially, James Grady and Archer Mayor, for helping me find the floor.

BOYS' OWN BOOK

Chapter 1

Secrets No One Knew

July 4, 1976

Four boys, three girls, high and soaring, skin sizzling, tingling under the dizzying stars. Everything open and opening: the ragtop to the sky, the sky endlessly to the huge summer night. This night to their limitless lives.

Everything opening: In the black sky tight bright bursts eclipse the luminous moon, explode as fiery streaks, fountains of scarlet, rockets of silver, purple blooms and sprays of green. On the radio rising swells of tinny music; from the car shouts and applause.

Everything opening: the girls to the boys, not for the first time, but with a new, laughing heat. The boys to each other, grunts and shrugs and grins their fiercely sworn oaths, beer cans their glittering tokens of fealty.

Everything, everything opening: surprisingly, newly, the boys to the girls.

The boys? One is quiet, and one sure; one eager; and one flying, as always, too near the sun. The girls are royalty to these boys, have been since their memories began; and now, as the boys turn into men, the girls are knowing, wise, and real to them in ways they are not yet to themselves.

All would tell you.

And on this patriotic night, this celebration of association, when people all around them are reveling in the sheer staggering luck of being born into the community they would most want to be part ofwhat are they feeling, these boys and girls? Not fear, not on a night like this, when together they could conquer invading intergalactic armies, with grace and ease they could defeat rock-blind, howling swamp men burning with destruction. Not fear, but the hope of an anchor. The need for each other's weight in the whirlwind. You Are Here marked on a mental map. One of the boys leaving in the morning, everyone else to stay. All have been told by men and women, older and more tired, that the marked spot shrinks to nothing, that no ballast can hold, that the buoy above the anchor disappears in the bobbling waves.

Not one of the seven believes it.

It can be said that here the story begins, though it has been going on for some time. No story has a true beginning, and none has an ending, either.

From the New York Tribune, October 16, 2001

A HERO REMEMBERED:
CAPT. JAMES MCCAFFERY

by Harry Randall

Third in a Series of Profiles of the Lost Heroes of September 11

Note to readers: September 11 produced countless heroes. Many are still with us; others perished. Some final acts of bravery and sacrifice will never be known. The New York Tribune joins a grateful city in saluting all our unsung heroes.

There are others among the lost whose final deeds stand out in memory. In this series the Tribune profiles some of these heroes, as a testimony to their courage and to the character and pride of all New Yorkers.

First in, last out.

With these words, spoken by a surviving member of Ladder Co. 62, Capt. James McCaffery was eulogized before a crowd of 2,500 at a memorial service at St. Patrick's Cathedral on Monday, October 15. McCaffery, 46, one of the most decorated firefighters in the history of the New York City Fire Department and the focus of a memorial fund, was remembered by speakers including the Mayor, the Fire Commissioner, the Governor's Chief of Staff, and firefighters who had served with McCaffery or under his command. Firefighters from nearly every state in the union stood shoulder to shoulder in the cathedral aisles, ceding the pews to members of the FDNY and to McCaffery's family and friends.

Because of his long and distinguished careerand, paradoxically, his lifelong distaste for publicityJames McCaffery's story has captured the imagination, and the hearts, of New Yorkers. He has been cited as a example of the courage and character of the FDNY on the day of the worst terrorist attacks in American history.