21
W hen Katie woke up early the following morning, Keely wasn’t in bed with her. She jumped out of bed and came to an abrupt halt just inside the living room. There, lying on their stomachs on a blanket, were Sam and Keely, watching cartoons, the sound turned down low.
Katie looked down at her feet. For that panicked moment, she’d forgotten her sore feet. Then she thought of Miles. If he woke up he’d be wild with panic when he saw Sam was gone.
She didn’t say anything, just ignored her throbbing feet, trotted to the guest bedroom, and stuck her head in. Miles was lying on his back, the covers pushed down to his waist, his chest bare. One arm was above his head, the other hand rested on his belly. His dark hair was standing on end, witness to an uneasy night, and his face was dark with stubble. He was sleeping deeply.
She looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was only just after six o’clock. Let him sleep.
She stood there a moment looking at Sam’s father, really looking at the man she’d come to trust and admire in just two days’ time, then grabbed a couple of blankets from her bedroom and went back into the living room.
An old Road Runner cartoon was playing, but the kids weren’t watching it. They’d both fallen asleep. She turned off the TV.
She pushed the kids apart, marveling at how utterly boneless they were, just like cats. They didn’t stir at all. She got down between them, and managed to get the three blankets over them. She put an arm around each child and drew them close. They snuggled in. She smiled as she closed her eyes, holding their small bodies close and safe.
An hour later, Miles woke up, realized that Sam wasn’t there, and came running into the living room. There was the sheriff of Jessborough lying on her side, her hair out of its French braid, loose and long, draped over a sofa pillow. She was spooning Sam and Keely was spooning her, and all three of them were sound asleep.
For a very long time Miles stood in the doorway, looking at them, then looking at the sheriff holding them, and knew to his gut that everything was changing. He’d felt frozen inside since Alicia’s death, but no longer. He turned and walked into the kitchen, made some coffee and pulled out his cell phone to call his sister-in-law, Ann Malcolm. He had called her Sunday morning, to reassure her that Sam was okay, but hadn’t had time to tell her much. He’d trusted Butch Ashburn to keep her informed. He wasn’t planning on telling her much this time either because there was no reason to upset her with it all. He didn’t want to be on the phone anyway. He wanted to be lying in that living room holding Sam.
“Hey, Cracker, it’s me, Miles.”
She yelled into his ear: “It’s seven o’clock on a bloody Monday morning! It’s about time you called again, you jerk!” Miles smiled and she was off.
Miles held his cell phone a good two feet from his ear until he heard her running down. Then she started firing questions at him. He pictured her in his mind as they talked. She was wearing one of her gorgeous peignoir sets, no doubt-that’s what she called them, honest to God. Whereas her sister, his wife Alicia, who had always had both feet a bit off the ground and a song always on her lips, had worn flannel pajamas. Cracker was a part-time estate lawyer, with a big mouth and a sharp brain. She loved Sam, and that was the most important thing.
“Yes,” he said, breaking in at last, “everything is okay now. I’m okay. Sam is okay. There’s lots to tell you, Cracker, but you’re going to have to wait for the unabridged version. Hey, do you know anyone in Jessborough, Tennessee?”
“Me? I’ve never even heard of Jessborough, Tennessee. What’s going on, Miles?”
“That’s another reason I called. I thought we’d be coming right back, but not just yet. Sam’s seeing a local shrink, and I think she’s really good. She came over last night after there was more violence.”
Cracker nearly lost it. “Violence? What damned violence? Are you nuts, Miles? Bring him home!”
When he could talk over her, and assure her again that they were safe, Miles said, “I’ll keep you posted. Please, Cracker, don’t worry. Now, I need you to work closely with the FBI-Agent Butch Ashburn was here but he wanted to get back, to get to the bottom of this.”
“This sheriff… what’s her name?”
“Katie Benedict. She’s good, Cracker, really good. She’s quick, has a solid center, and she’s got guts. She’s probably got lots more, but that’s a good start. Like I told you, she saved Sam.”
“Is she like the woman sheriff in Mel Gibson’s movie Signs?”
“Well, maybe, only younger. She’s really together, like that sheriff was.”
“Okay, that’s great, but Miles, I want you to bring Sam home. I miss him, you know?”
“I know. Sam is seeing a shrink this morning, so that’s one thing keeping us here. Plus the sheriff has a little girl, Keely. She and Sam are really tight. Dr. Raines believes Keely is very important to Sam right now. I’m not about to risk Sam’s progress by separating them. And the thing is, Sam’s probably just as safe here as he would be back home. So, for the next couple of days, I’m keeping him here in Jessborough. Have you thought of anything that could help?”
“No, but the FBI are checking out all your employees, which takes a good long time. They’ve spoken to everyone-all the neighbors, all Sam’s teachers, even the postman. Give Sam a big kiss for me, Miles, and tell him I miss him like mad.”
“I will. Take care. I’ll call if something happens. Hold down the fort. I’ll call Conrad at the office, make sure everything’s running smooth, so don’t worry about the business.”
He got Conrad’s voice mail. When he slipped his cell back into his pocket, he looked up to see Katie standing in the kitchen doorway. She had socks on her feet and a loose shirt over jeans. She’d pulled her long hair back into a ponytail. She looked fresh and scrubbed. He himself wore socks to protect his Band-Aided feet, jeans from yesterday, and his shirt with two buttons buttoned. He smiled. It felt good.
“Cracker?”
“Yeah. She’s my sister-in-law-Alicia’s sister. She’s lived with us ever since Alicia died. She’s really Sam’s surrogate mother.”
“Where’d she get the name Cracker?”
“She nearly blew off my foot on the Fourth of July a couple of years back, got called Firecracker, and that came down to Cracker. She’s a brick. I trust her even though she’s a lawyer, only part-time since Alicia died. The kids still asleep?”
“Yeah. I woke up, saw that Keely wasn’t with me in bed, and nearly had heart failure. I found them both in the living room sleeping. They must have been watching cartoons with almost no sound. I checked you, got some blankets, then went back to the living room. What would you like for breakfast, Miles?”
“You checked me?”
She nodded. “I knew if you woke up and Sam wasn’t there, you’d be scared, but you were sleeping so deeply I decided not to wake you. Now, what about food?”
He remembered pushing the covers down, and he’d awakened with the covers down, which meant she’d probably seen him sprawled on his back, wearing only his boxer shorts. He hoped he hadn’t had a hard-on. Then he found himself wondering what she’d thought. No, that was nuts.
“Food, Miles,” she said.
He blinked. “You know, I haven’t thought about food for what is it, three days now, ever since Sam was taken. I’m starving.”
“Good, then bacon and eggs it is. Crispy and scrambled?”
22
A fter Sam’s meeting with Dr. Raines, Miles still wasn’t sure what the best place was for Sam. What made it easier was that Sam didn’t want Keely out of his sight.
Miles knew that Katie was as flummoxed as he was. He couldn’t move to Jessborough and he couldn’t very well take Keely back with him to Colfax, Virginia.