I picked Charlotte up and started moving to the front door. Fifteen seconds. I got her inside the truck and she was fully conscious now. Her eyelids were fluttering a little, her neck red from where his hands had been. I started the truck at the count of 35 seconds and drove off.
I looked back in the rearview mirror and I saw him in the street, looking at the back of the truck. I turned the corner and accelerated. I looked over at her as she took deep breaths, her hand at the base of her throat.
“Just breathe,” I said to her. I had to wonder why she had to call me. “Why didn’t you call Max?” I already knew the answer to that question. She didn’t want anyone to know about her history, but I asked the question anyway.
“No cops,” she said as I drove past the police station, automatically taking a different route just in case he tried to follow us. The streets were empty as I turned onto the road leading to my farm. I pulled into the garage and opened the door for her. She followed me outside and I closed the garage doors.
Charlotte walked in first after I unlocked the kitchen door. I unholstered the Jericho and put it down on the counter. I didn’t think she registered the presence of the gun and if she did, she didn’t say anything. She sat down at the kitchen table and I could see her face more clearly in the stark lighting of the kitchen. She had taken a good beating from him.
I put the kettle on and took two cups from the cupboard. “Don’t you have anything stronger?” Her voice was a little hoarse and I put one cup back and took out a whiskey glass. I took the unopened bottle of whiskey from another cupboard and put it down in front of her along with the glass. When I finished my coffee, I sat down opposite her.
“You’re not having any?” she asked as she filled her glass and took a sip from it. I heard the slight intake of breath as the whiskey stung her split lip. I never drank in the days before an assignment. I had rules and my routine was what kept me alive when I went on the hunt.
“No,” I answered her. The whiskey had been a gift from Quince the day I moved in here and it had been standing at the back of the cupboard for the past six months. She kept looking at the glass in her hand while I openly stared at her.
“Why did you call me?” I was still confused that she had.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and I frowned at that. She had friends in town. People liked her. She could’ve called anyone, but she chose me.
“Are you going to tell me the truth or just shirk around it and hope I don’t ask too many questions and life goes on?” Charlotte finally looked up at me and something in her eyes spoke to me.
“I didn’t know who else to call. I can’t go to the police,” she said solemnly. “Something about you…made me feel like I could trust you.” Could she trust me? Yes, she could.
“Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.
“My husband,” she said softly. I was a little surprised by that. She had decided to tell me the truth for some reason. I looked at her and I wanted to help her. What exactly was my plan here? I wasn’t the hero type. I went in, I extracted or eliminated and I left. That was my life for as long as I could remember.
I had to be careful here because I already liked her and I never wanted to be in the position I had been in with Nataly. I had plenty of emotions but I was so used to suppressing them that I rarely felt anything and feeling something for this woman was somewhat of a problem for me.
“I guess I owe you an explanation,” she said and I just kept looking at her. I wasn’t going to push for her story, I already knew enough.
“I was twenty when I got pregnant and everyone pushed for us to get married, even him. At first it was a shove here and there but it escalated very quickly to the point where he would beat me unconscious. I lost my baby at thirty weeks. He would apologize every time. My parents died during that time in a car accident and I was alone. I had nowhere to go and no job, no friends…” The emotions in her voice were true and chilling.
There were no tears as she told me this. I could tell it had taken her years to be able not to cry about it. The emotions were still close to the surface though. I hoped she wouldn’t cry because the reality of the situation was that if that baby hadn’t died, she would still be stuck or dead herself. That baby dying was the best thing that could have happened to her.
I was a realist and if I said those words to her, she wouldn’t appreciate them. For her this was still an open wound, despite the fact that she’d mastered not crying about it. I knew I was cold and emotionless about plenty of stuff but somehow, she made me feel.
“I waited until he passed out one night. I handcuffed him to the bed, took his card and car and left. I withdrew all his money, threw the card away, left my phone at home and just ran. He found me once before, five years ago. That’s when I changed my name and moved here to Epworth.” She emptied the last contents of her glass and refilled it.
“I’m sorry you went through that,” I said to her softly. I could relate to abuse, not that I was going to share my story with anyone. I got up and went upstairs to get the first aid kit. When I got back to the kitchen she hadn’t moved, but her glass was half again.
That unexpected twist. Life is full of them. My unexpected twist came in the form of Charlotte dying a few hours after bringing Tala into the world. It’s been four days and I’m functioning on autopilot.That night I brought Tala home and I sat beside her crib until the following morning, making sure nothing happened to her during the night. The most awful moment was when William woke up and I had to tell him that Charlotte was gone.He sat on my lap in that rocking chair next to Tala’s crib and we cried. Jessica stopped by every day and sat with Tala so I could shower and I cried as I stood under the water. Everything smelled like her, everything reminded me of her, especially Tala. She had Charlotte’s dark hair and she smelled like her too.“He should hire someone to help him with Tala.” I heard Jessica say to Malachi downstairs in the kitchen as I sat on my bed.“Give him time,” Malachi said. Time. Time wouldn’t heal this. Nothing could take this pain away. I put my suit on and wen
Tala was finally given back to me and I looked at the pack. “I really appreciate you all being here but it’s time for Tala to meet her mother.”I took Tala back to Charlotte’s room where Jessica half sat on the edge of the bed and held one of Charlotte’s hands. She was fully awake now and she looked at me. “She’s perfect, Charlotte,” I said and Jessica laughed.“See, I told you, those tiny humans change everyone,” Jessica said. They hugged and Jessica stopped at the door. “Congrats, badass, she’s a princess that one.”“Jessica says you named our daughter in the waiting room,” Charlotte said as I gave Tala to her.“Sorry, when Malachi asked me it just seemed to suit her,” I said and Charlotte smiled.“I like it, it does suit her,” she said. “Where’s William?”The door opened again and Jessica nudged William forward and closed the door behind him. “Come meet your sister, William.”“Can I touch her?” William asked as he stood next to Charlotte’s bed and looked at Tala.“Of course, she w
Four months later…“Hey,” I answered my phone. I was standing in line at the grocery store waiting to pay and I wondered what she’d forgotten this time. It had happened a few times and two weeks earlier, she’d actually phoned me three times while I was doing the grocery shopping.For the past four months, I hadn’t really let her out of my sight. It wasn’t paranoia, but guilt. I hadn’t left Seward and when I had to leave the house, the alarm system was on and my phone was open on the camera app that I checked every few seconds.“Don’t freak out,” she said.“I never freak out,” I said and smiled.“My water broke and I’m on my way to the hospital,” she said.“What?” I asked her loudly and three people ahead of me turned around to look at me.“I’m driving to the hospital so when you’re done with the groceries–”“You’re driving yourself to the hospital?” I yelled at her and more people looked at me. I left the cart in the queue and started running toward my car. I drove to the hospital an
I looked in on William and found him asleep in his bed. I tucked the covers around him and kissed his forehead. Downstairs I opened the laptop and googled the company that had done the delivery of the baby furniture. Five minutes later, I had a home address for the asshole.I picked up the phone and called the only other person who wouldn’t treat me like I had the plague.“Hey, man, I heard what happened,” he said when he answered his phone.“I need a favor,” I said.“Sure, whatever I can do to help,” he said.“I need you to just be in my house for an hour, maybe two,” I said.“You found him?” he asked me.“I have an address.”“I’ll get someone to sit there. I’m coming with you,” he said.“Carl, this isn’t going to be pretty,” I said.“Shit.” He laughed at me. “I’d hope not, otherwise I’m not sure if we could remain friends.”Fifteen minutes later Carl and Frank arrived at my house. Frank wasn’t very happy at having to stay behind but he understood that Charlotte and William couldn’t
I looked at the video feed the system had sent me as the man breached the yard and picked the lock at the back door. He wore a mask but I would find him and I would go alone because it would be brutal. I went upstairs and opened William’s door.“I’m sorry,” I said and sat down on his bed. He was lying on his side and he looked at me.“I tried to protect her but he was stronger than me,” William said and the guilt just wouldn’t stop. He sat upright and I pulled him closer to me and hugged him.“You did good, kid. Did he hurt you?” I asked him and he started to cry.“I couldn’t help her,” he said as he continued to cry on my shoulder.“This isn’t your fault, William, it’s mine. I should have been here,” I said.I sat with him until he stopped crying and went to face Charlotte. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and looked at her as she slept. Her left arm was in a cast, her eye was swollen shut and she had bruises on her arm and shoulder. Those were the marks and bruises I could see.
I walked out of the back door and sent a text to Bo about the phone. I got in the rental car and drove back to Chicago, feeling lighter and better. Jack was still my brother and he hadn’t betrayed me.I had my doubts as I parked the car in front of the apartment building. It had to be done, one way or another. I took the elevator up to his floor and stood next to his front door and took my phone out. I dialed his number from memory and listened to it ring inside his apartment.“Hello,” he answered sleepily.“Open your front door, Blue,” I said.“Are you coming in hot?” he asked me, wide awake now.“If I were, would I be at your front door?” I asked him.I heard his footsteps and I ended the call as he opened his front door. “Jericho.” He smiled when I hugged him and I could feel his shoulders relax. “Man, it’s really good to see you, unless you’re here to kill me.”I walked past him into his apartment and he switched the living room lights on. “You’re not dying today, Charlie.”“I jus