by Kylie Scott
There were dark circles beneath his blue eyes, still bloodshot from the previous night. His hair was damp from the shower and dark strands clung to his gorgeous thick neck. Everything about him called to her.
He pushed himself out of the chair and came to her, as big and beautiful as ever. Without thought, she slipped her arms around his waist, cuddled in close enough to catch the scent of him.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” She looked up at him and smiled, pulled him down for a kiss because she wanted to and she could. If there was some territorial display attached then so be it. Erin could go screw herself, and Daniel didn’t seem to mind. He kissed a path down her neck, stopping at a fresh bite from Finn. “I’m glad you got things sorted out with him. I’m gonna go find Sam and investigate these plans of his for keeping us busy. Stay close to home, okay? I shouldn’t be long.”
“Hmm.” She watched as Daniel clomped down the stairs, her heart beating double time from love and lust. Everything about him called to her, from the breadth of his shoulders to the strong lines of his chest. The movement of his ass in particular was enthralling. He looked up and caught her hanging over the railing, ogling him. The side of his mouth kicked up, and he gave her a wink before he slipped from view.
Which meant it was time for the unpleasant part of the day.
“Why are you here, Erin?”
The girl winced and got to her feet, abandoning her cup of coffee. “I owe you an apology.”
“Alright.”
“I didn’t realize when Dad introduced them as being with you that he meant they were with you. The both of them.” Erin tucked her dark hair behind her ears, studied her shoes for a moment. “I’m sorry. I know I caused trouble between you guys.”
“Yes, you did.” Ali leant back against the wall. “And Finn was giving off conflicting signals, which didn’t help. But that’s between me and him.”
“Look, you don’t know me, but I would never come on to someone else’s boyfriend. I don’t do that,” Erin said. “I really didn’t realize that’s what was going on here.”
“The situation’s unconventional, but it’s our choice and no one else’s business really.”
“Don’t get me wrong.” Erin put out her hands. “The three of you, it’s great. Two men, you’re my hero.”
“Why don’t we let this go?”
Erin’s smile was megawatt. “I would appreciate it.”
“Please sit, finish your coffee.”
“Oh, thanks, but I’m due next door at Riley’s to help with sorting.” Erin paused, considered. “Why don’t you come? Good chance to start meeting some people. I could show you around town a bit later if you like.”
When Ali hovered, undecided, Erin took a step toward her with a tentative smile. “Come on, let me be useful here. I feel terrible about the way we got off on the wrong foot. Plus, if you don’t go out, they’ll start popping in, and trust me, that’s bad.”
“Oh?”
The girl shook her head emphatically. “No. You do not want that. Civilizations may crumble and fall, but small-town gossips never change. Give them an in and you’ll never get rid of them. They’ll be in here, searching for the satin sheets and mirrored ceiling, the candelabra you swing naked on, that sort of thing.”
Ali smiled despite herself. “Going out it is.”
A few minutes later, Ali stood on the sidewalk outside Riley’s department store, proudly established in 1903. There were towers of boxes piled high. “You guys are serious about stockpiling,” she said.
The place was a hive of activity as people unloaded even more off the back of a pick-up truck. These people were dropping off weapons, faces somber, obviously fresh back from a trip outside the town walls.
“As Dad says, you never know.” Erin greeted the two men and one woman busy handing down boxes from the back of the truck. “This is Ali. She came in with the party yesterday.”
The two men nodded hello and got on with their work, faces tense. Made her wonder what they had seen out there.
“Let me take that.” She held her hands up for a box and the woman smiled and passed it down. More helpers ambled out of the shop and got in line behind her.
“Thanks.” The woman was in her forties, handsome rather than beautiful, with ash-blonde hair in a braid. Add the rifle slung on her back and she looked eminently capable and all business. “Welcome to town.”
“Ali, this is Lindsay. My other personal hero.” Erin put her hand over her heart and the woman smiled, snorted a laugh. “When the men tried to protect us poor weak women by taking us off watch-and-supply rotation, she led the charge to defend our rights.”
“They were being asses,” the woman announced, loud enough to snag the attention of the two males nearby. Neither smiled in reply. “And now they’re not. End of story.”
“They saw the error of their ways,” sang Erin. “Hallelujah!”
“Erin, go do something useful for once,” one of the men chided, earning himself a hastily flipped finger. It was Owen, the one who had been with the wire-thin goth at the front gate.
“You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” a young, dark-haired woman hissed. Her hands clutched a well-worn Bible. Behind her, a gaggle of people held similar books and flocked close, as if they fully expected the young woman to protect them from the big bad world.
“I didn’t, Rachel. I said ‘hallelujah’, somewhat out of context. Get a grip.” Erin charged past the woman, who took a hasty step back to avoid colliding with the side of a box. “Move on.”
“It’s disrespectful.”
Lindsay jumped down from the back of the fast-emptying flat tray. “I believe you were told to restrict your God bothering to the hours after dusk, Rachel. It takes work to keep everyone fed, to keep the town running. Work needs to be shared equally. It’s time you did your share instead of leaving it to others.”
“We’re doing God’s work.”
“Then I hope God will feed and protect you when they throw your lazy, self-righteous selves out of town.” Lindsay gave the girl a long look, tiredness seeping into her eyes. “Go away, Rachel. Your father would have been appalled.”
Rachel’s cheek twitched, her mouth dwindling into a tight little orifice. “Don’t you talk about him.”
Lindsay walked off without further comment.
A crowd had gathered to witness the confrontation, making it impossible to follow Erin into the shop as the doorway was now clustered with curious folk. Ali balanced the box in her arms. It wasn’t heavy, but it was sizeable, long and awkward.
The wicked witch with the Bible spotted her balancing act and took a step closer, beady eyes narrowing in on her. “You must be the one who came in yesterday, the one with the two men. Whore.”
She had been worried about people’s reactions but, funnily enough, this didn’t hurt at all. “I prefer the term ‘high-maintenance’.”
Several of those squished into the doorway tittered, and the woman sneered at one and all with a pantomime face. Her finger pointed skyward like she could summon thunder. “God is not finished judging…”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rachel. Take it elsewhere,” Erin snapped, elbowing her way through the crowd. “People, show’s over.”
Andy, the goth from the gate, appeared beside Rachel. They argued in hushed tones. The young man looked genuinely pained as she shook her head furiously and stomped off down the street, her devotees rushing to keep up.
Erin sidled up to her. “Ignore Rachel. Her father was a minister, one of the first to die. He was eaten by one his parishioners right in front of her. Safe to say it doesn’t make for a healthy mental outlook. Just the same, someone really does need to stick her head down a toilet.”
Ali could only nod her agreement. “I wonder if that would make the water holy.”
Erin snickered and watched the group disappear around a corner. She wasn’t the only one watching them, but Andy’s face held no anger. The young man looked like his h
eart was breaking.
“Dad put the snatch and grab expeditions on rotation; everyone over eighteen and able to fire a gun takes their turn. Unless someone’s willing to cover for you.” Erin tipped her chin at Andy as he resumed work, a worried frown fixed to his face. “He and Owen have been covering for her while she harasses everyone in town. It’s bullshit.”
“Everyone goes out?” Ali asked, a familiar chill sliding beneath her skin. The box in her arms suddenly held the weight of the world.
“Yeah. Actually, can one of you ride out with us tomorrow? We’d really appreciate it,” Erin said. “Ben shot himself in the foot this morning, showing off for some kids. The idiot. We’re lucky he didn’t kill someone. Serves him right that a dental nurse is the closest we have to a doctor. Anyway, talk it over with your men.”
And there wasn’t a single chance of it happening. She already knew how the conversation would go. It wouldn’t be her skin at risk. The thought of one of them out there …
Ali nodded, clutched at the box before it slipped straight from her numb hands. “They’ve already been given jobs, but I’ll be here. No problem.”
The woman smiled. “Good. We take a decent-sized group, post lookouts. It’s not as dangerous as you’d think.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Daniel woke up not long past dawn with the sheets twisted around him, half a leg hanging off the side of the mattress. Three in the bed made for cozy conditions, but right now, there was just one. Him. Which was curious.
Finn had been raring to get back to the cop shop, which accounted for his absence. But where was his girl? Because all being right in his world, she should have been in bed beside him, all sleepy and warm and ready to be ruffled. But she wasn’t.
“Babe? Ali?” No answer.
The silent apartment felt empty. A bad feeling set in. She might have gone with Finn. Or she might have been next door, sorting supplies, despite their discussion regarding her not wandering off on her own. They barely knew these people; security still mattered.
Daniel vaulted out of bed, pulled on some cargos and a t-shirt, stuffed his feet into joggers and pounded down the stairs. An overreaction probably, but he’d gotten used to knowing her whereabouts. Her absence jangled his nerves. The world felt wrong, more off-kilter than usual.
Outside, there were people out and about on the street, going about their day. A child shrieked and giggled, chased by an older sibling around one of the huge jacarandas filling the median strip. A tractor started up somewhere close, the engine coughing and spluttering to life.
“Morning,” someone called. Dan nodded back.
He stuck his head into the department store, where a couple of people were gathered around a middle-aged man with a clipboard. “Hey. Anyone seen Ali this morning?”
They looked at him with blank faces. The guy with the clipboard answered. “No. Sorry. We only just got here.”
“Thanks,” he nodded, backed up.
She had probably gone with Finn. That’s where she was. An ache akin to fear poured through his chest.
He broke into a jog. Down to the end of Main Street, hang a left, feet pounding against the pavement. He covered the half a block and stormed down the station’s front path. His hand hit the heavy glass door, shoved it open.
Finn was bent over the reception desk, looking at papers. Immediately he straightened, hand shifting to the gun at his hip. “What’s wrong?”
“Is she here?”
“No,” Finn frowned, shook his head. “You two were asleep when I left.”
“I woke up alone.”
The pain in his chest accelerated and the front door was thrown open once more. A boy stumbled through the opening, face ashen, dyed black hair sticking out every which way. One of the guards from the gate, if his memory served. Andy.
The young man’s red eyes fixed on Finn, and his thin shoulders caved. “You need to come. It’s Lindsay. She killed herself. They found her hanging … just…”
Finn shot Dan a questioning look he could only return. The capable woman who went on raiding parties seemed the least likely person to check out in such a fashion. But these days, who the hell knew anymore?
“Maybe Al’s there with Erin or something,” said Dan.
“Maybe. Let’s go.” Finn headed for the door and the sniffling young man scampered alongside.
A crowd of people milled about outside a tiny weatherboard cottage two streets over. Despite the bright summer day the mood was distinctly dour. People lined the concrete pavement and overflowed into the garden, crushing the lettuce and tomatoes growing there. Lots of weeping ladies and pale-faced men were present but some kids played a game of footy out in the street, apparently unaffected. Death happened so often these days that it could be regarded as mundane.
Al didn’t seem to be amongst the gathering, but she couldn’t be far. Stupid of him to worry—grown women could come and go as they pleased. Of course they could, without question and all that. Still, if she didn’t turn up soon he might take a jog around town.
Finn strode up the path and straight into the shadowy house. Daniel followed.
“What’s going on?” Finn asked Santa.
“She was found ‘bout half an hour ago.” The fat man huffed out a breath and frowned, his sunburnt face heavily lined.
More people loitered inside but Al wasn’t among them. The place was packed, and stank of death and decay. Piss and shit and all the things the body secreted at the end of its use. The combination turned his stomach.
Lindsay’s body was laid out on the dining room table with the length of rope beside her. The rope gleamed vibrant orange against the dark wood, the sole bright spot in the room. They’d drawn every curtain but let in half the town. It defied logic. Certainly Finn looked pissed, despite the professional face. His eyes were narrowed, taking everything in.
“You shouldn’t have moved the body.” Finn motioned people back from the table and inspected the dead woman’s bloated, blackened neck.
“We couldn’t leave her hanging out there,” said Santa in an outraged tone.
“Out where?” asked Finn
A chubby hand waved toward the back door, visible through a poky little kitchen. “There’s a little back pergola. She used one of the beams and a kitchen chair.”
“Who found her?” Finn surveyed the crowd.
“I did.” Andy stepped forward with his eyes downturned. No wonder the poor boy was so shaken up. Even after everything he had to have seen to survive this long, suicide would come as a shock.
“Everyone but Sam and Andy can leave,” said Finn in a no-nonsense tone. “Now.”
People muttered and murmured about uppity newcomers taking over, but they did as told. Finn’s cop face brooked no nonsense.
Dan stepped out of the doorway to make room for the exodus. “You want me to head off?”
“Gimme a minute here.” Finn pulled out a notebook and opened it to a fresh page. “Andy, was there a note? Anything?”
Andy shook his head so hard his teeth clattered. “No. I didn’t see nothing.”
“We already searched,” reported Santa with another gusty breath. “Andy, you’re fine, son. Run on.”
The boy lit out the door.
Finn wet his lips and studied the ground for a moment. “Sam—”
“Hold up. I know what you’re gonna say, but this is a clear-cut case.” Sam shook his head over the corpse, bushy brows pulled tight. “Spirits around the place aren’t good as it is, Finn. We need to deal with this as fast as we can. This isn’t the first case of someone taking their own life, and it probably won’t be the last. We don’t need to encourage anybody, alright?”
Finn said nothing.
“You saw them out there,” said Sam. “Some of them are barely holding up as it is. We cannot afford to make a big thing out of this.”
“A woman’s dead, Sam,” growled Dan, letting his temper slip through. “That’s kind of a big thing.”
Finn turned back to
the body without comment.
Lindsay wore a pale pink summer nightgown and her long hair hung loose off the end of the table. Daniel might have believed her asleep if not for the state of her neck. Shit, what a mess. The kid didn’t seem fazed. He retained the supernatural cool as he did his job. Other bruises littered the woman’s arms and legs. Of course, she’d gone out daily on supply runs. People got knocked around moving supplies and climbing in and out of pick-up trucks, for certain.
Dan took a long hard look out the door, needing a minute. With the windows closed, the scent of death hung heavy in the warm air. When had death become so commonplace? He fucking hated it. And he should be busy looking for his girl because he sure could do with one of her smiles right about now.
“She lost her husband a few months back,” Santa sighed. “This isn’t a complete surprise. Everyone’s doing it tough. Hell, I had a fifteen-year-old OD on painkillers three weeks back.”
Finn stared at the older man for a long time before answering. “Alright. We, ah, we have to find Ali at any rate.”
“Your girlfriend? She went out on a supply run with Erin,” Santa said with a sigh. “They headed out just after dawn. Can’t even keep my own daughter safe.”
Finn’s professional face gave way to horror. Ali was out there? The ground beneath Daniel’s feet seemed to give way. The pain in his chest almost brought him to his knees. How he kept to his feet he had no idea. “Oh, fuck.”
* * *
Daniel stood beside Finn, staring at the mammoth garbage truck serving as Blackstone’s front gate. The sun was setting, lighting the horizon in shades of gold. It had been the longest day of his life. Fear and fatigue should have long since left him numb. It would have been kinder. Thoughts of Ali lying dead somewhere kept repeating in his head. He couldn’t escape them.
But she’d be okay. She would be.
The raiding party had been headed for a town forty minutes due west. They should have been back by now. They would be back any moment. Damn but he wanted his girl back—like, yesterday.
