Distant Shores, Silent Thunder

by Radclyffe

  Pia was silent for a few moments, and when she spoke again, her voice was carefully neutral. “That makes sense. You’ve been there a long time, and that’s what makes you happy.”

  KT’s head snapped around. “You make me happy. Being a trauma surgeon satisfies a need in me—to do what I’m good at, to make a difference with my own hands. But you...you make me happy.”

  Pia smiled. “I’m glad. You make me happy too.”

  “Well hell, then. What are we going to do? You live here.”

  “Are we talking about that future that you can’t see clearly now?”

  KT laughed. “Yes, God damn it. I’m not comfortable unless I know where I’m going.”

  “I want you in my future. I want to be in yours.”

  “I want that too.” KT’s gaze was fierce. “I want you, more than anything.”

  “Well, then, you’ll commute. It’s only twenty-five minutes by plane. Plenty of people do it.” Pia edged closer, sliding her arm beneath KT’s and cupping her palm on the inside of KT’s thigh. She rested her cheek against KT’s shoulder. “You come home when you can, and I’ll be here.”

  “I already hate the thought of being away from you,” KT confessed.

  “Good. Then you’ll be sure to come home often.”

  KT kissed Pia slowly, enjoying the soft liquid heat of her mouth. “I love you.”

  Pia snuggled closer. “I love you too. That’s the picture I see when I look ahead.”

  “Yes,” KT murmured. “So do I.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Reese halted in the parking lot of the Wellfleet Sheriff’s Department and waited while the driver of the Jaguar XKR parked, got out, and walked over to her. “Hello, Counselor.”

  “Hello, Sheriff,” Trey Pelosi replied. “Congratulations. I hear you got your man.”

  “Thanks, but we only got a little piece of the great big pie. There’s a lot more where Karl Smith came from, I’m afraid.”

  “There always are.” Trey shifted her briefcase and tilted her head toward the building. “I understand you also got a name for the girl in the dunes.”

  “Is this an official inquiry?”

  Trey smiled. “Just a favor for the family. They don’t want their son to live under a cloud for the rest of his life, and the less mystery surrounding the case, the better. I told them I’d find out what I could.”

  “In the last three days we’ve interviewed three dozen of the kids we rounded up at the party Saturday night. Two of them recognized both the dead girl and your client. We made a positive ID this morning from information they provided us—Angela Fisher.” Reese grimaced and shook her head. “I notified the family as soon as I got a name. They thought she was living with a cousin in Boston and going to school at night. Maybe she was. The family didn’t know she was missing, and the cousin assumed she’d just taken off with some ‘dude’ she’d run into somewhere.”

  “So there’s no evidence to suggest that their meeting was anything but coincidental.”

  “Your boy’s story holds up. In fact, no one remembers him doing anything heavier than drinking a beer. Nobody’s going to be charging him in Angela’s death.”

  “Thanks for the information. I’ll just put in an official appearance inside.” Trey regarded Reese speculatively. “Why do I think you’re overqualified for your job and probably wasted out here in the middle of nowhere?”

  “I can’t imagine.” Reese laughed. “Believe me, Counselor, I am precisely where I want to be.”

  Trey’s eyes dropped to Reese’s left hand and the gold band she wore there. “I see that.” She extended her hand to Reese, who took it. “I’ve enjoyed working with you, Sheriff. I hope we meet again someday.”

  “Same here,” Reese replied, watching while the attorney walked away. As Trey disappeared inside the low building, Reese had a feeling their paths would cross again.

  *

  “I don’t need a babysitter,” Bri grumped.

  “You sure don’t. You need to get your ass out of this house.” Allie sauntered into the kitchen and rummaged in the refrigerator. Looking over her shoulder, she called, “Coke?”

  “Yeah. Sure.” Bri flung herself, albeit gently, onto the sofa and kicked her feet up onto the coffee table. “Besides, Caroline has to go back to Paris in two days, and I don’t see why she has to go out shopping now.”

  “Ooh,” Allie crooned, settling a hip on the arm of the couch and handing Bri the can of soda. “Someone’s very cranky. Is someone getting bored? Is someone maybe not getting enou—”

  “Cut it out,” Bri snapped, but she was grinning. “You try sitting around here all day long with nothing to do except read.”

  “Uh, well gee, hot stuff, I bet I could think of something else to pass the time.”

  “Ha ha. I’m not supposed to...” Bri blushed, which made Allie laugh again. “...exert myself, okay?”

  “I’m sorry,” Allie said, still laughing. “It’s just that you’re so cute when you’re all out of sorts like this.”

  “Fuck.” Bri dropped her head onto the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I let that bastard get hold of me.”

  Allie’s laughter instantly disappeared and her face grew serious. “I missed it totally. I never got violent vibes from him. Who knew he was going to freak out?”

  “I should’ve been ready for it. Reese hasn’t said anything, but she must think that I screwed up.”

  “No!” Allie leaned forward and rested her hand on Bri’s shoulder. “If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine. I saw him come down the stairs behind you and head toward the kitchen. I just didn’t think he was going to be that kind of problem. But I was your backup. I screwed up. Not you.” Her eyes glistened but she kept the brimming tears at bay. “I’m so sorry.”

  Bri’s brows furrowed as she regarded Allie in confusion. “You were handling the front, just like we’d been briefed. You weren’t supposed to be in the kitchen backing me up.”

  Allie shook her head, refusing to listen. “I saw him follow you, but I was so focused on meeting the team in the front that it just didn’t register. At least, not as something I should worry about. God, Bri, I let him get to you.”

  “That’s crap. We both had jobs to do, and we were doing them. There are some things you can’t plan on, and he was one of them. He freaked out; I handled it. It’s done.”

  “I was scared, Bri,” Allie whispered. “I was so scared when you got hurt.”

  Bri reached up and took Allie’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry. It’s tough, working with people you care about so much, especially when they might get hurt.”

  Allie nodded wordlessly.

  “I think if it was you or Reese or my dad, I’d be really really scared, too. You’re all special to me.”

  “Caroline’s got you pretty well trained.” Allie smiled weakly. “You know just the kind of thing a girl likes to hear.”

  “Well, yeah.” Bri grinned. “But it’s true. And I like us being partnered, so just forget about apologizing. It’s part of the job, right?”

  “Yeah. It is.” Her eyes clearing, Allie looked across the room at the clock. “You know, sitting around here is starting to make me kind of nuts. Let’s go for a drive.”

  “A drive?”

  “Uh-huh.” Allie stood and extended her hand. “Come on. It won’t exert you too much to sit in the car, will it?”

  “Ha ha,” Bri muttered, but she followed willingly. Anything for a change of scenery. On the way to the door, she abruptly stopped. “Wait. I need to leave a note for Carre.”

  Allie groaned, but grinned good-naturedly while muttering something about being whipped.

  “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you wish,” Bri grumbled back.

  Surprisingly serious, Allie answered, “Yeah. Sometimes.”

  Ten minutes later, Allie pulled into the parking lot shared by the New Provincetown Playhouse and the Provincetown Martial Arts Center.

  “What’s goin
g on?” Bri asked, frowning.

  “I forgot some of my gear here earlier today. Come on in while I get it.”

  “Who knows when I’ll be able to train again,” Bri groused as she followed Allie inside. Despite the fact that it was almost 9 p.m. and no classes were scheduled, a light burned in the practice room. Bri narrowed her eyes and looked around. Something felt off. “Allie, what—?” She halted abruptly as Tory, in her gi, stepped from the shadows near the door.

  “You need to get changed, Bri,” Tory said quietly, extending a pristine tournament-weight gi top in Bri’s direction.

  “Whose is this?” Bri whispered, not even knowing why she kept her voice down. She did know that a gi jacket like this cost a quarter of her weekly take-home pay.

  “Yours,” Tory replied.

  Bri looked in confusion to Allie, who was quickly changing into her own uniform. Then, not knowing what else to do, she stepped out of her jeans and took the new white pants that Tory offered her. Once fully dressed, she followed Tory and Allie into the practice room. Her entire class knelt in a single line along the edge of the practice mat. What shocked her into a stumbling standstill, however, was the fact that her father and Caroline sat on a bench on the far side of the room. She could feel Caroline’s smile all the way to her heart. Her stomach suddenly fluttering, she followed Tory to the mat, bowed, and knelt wordlessly by Tory’s side. Then, as she always did when she prepared herself for this place, for these moments when thought was abandoned and harmony flowed between mind and body, she placed her hands palm down on her thighs and closed her eyes. In some distant part of her consciousness, she registered the faint rustle of fabric and a whisper of air brushing past her face. Then, as if summoned in the silence, she opened her eyes.

  Reese, dressed in a similar snowy white jacket and black billowing hakama, knelt facing Bri and the rest of the students. Folded in front of her on the mat lay a black belt bearing the symbol of the dojo embroidered in gold on one end. She looked directly at Bri.

  With her eyes fixed on Reese, Bri placed both hands forward on the mat, fingertips touching, thumbs spread, and knelt slowly until her forehead touched the mat in the triangle formed by her hands. In response, Reese placed first her left and then her right hand in precisely the same position and returned the bow. Then she straightened, rested her hands on her thighs, and spoke while continuing to look into Bri’s eyes.

  “We train for many reasons. For peace of mind, for health of body, for harmony of spirit. But always, we train for the moment when we will be challenged.”

  Bri’s heart pounded, and she was afraid that everyone in the room would see her tremble. But she kept her eyes on Reese’s, one of the safest places she had ever known.

  “Sun Tsu said, ‘If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained, you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle. But if you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’” Reese lifted the black belt and balanced it between her outstretched palms. “You have trained hard. You have been tested in battle.”

  Reese’s voice, strong and deep, resonated in Bri’s body and settled in her chest, at once soothing and yet so powerful she could barely breathe.

  “You have earned this. You have made us all proud.”

  Breaking with custom, which dictated that Bri should come to her, Reese glided across the tatami to Bri’s side in a fluid movement designed hundreds of years before when the samurai fought by necessity from a kneeling position in the courts of their masters. She passed the black belt to Tory, who held it in the same position as Reese had, across her outstretched hands, while Reese reached down, untied Bri’s white obi, and removed it. Then Reese took the black belt, wrapped it around Bri’s waist, and knotted it in place herself.

  “Well done, Parker sensei.”

  “Thank you, sensei,” Bri managed, although her voice was barely audible, it was so thick with tears.

  Never taking her eyes from Bri’s face, Reese moved back to her original position, bowed, then left the totally silent room.

  The minute Reese was gone, pandemonium erupted. Students swarmed Bri, and if it hadn’t been for her recent injury, she would have been inundated with back slaps and hugs.

  “Way to go, Bri,” Allie said exuberantly. “Man, that was awesome.”

  “Yeah.” Bri was still too stunned to take it all in. “Yeah. Wow.”

  While her classmates continued to celebrate, Tory was the first to kiss Bri’s cheek.

  “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

  Bri grabbed Tory’s hand and held it almost desperately. “Thank you. Thank you. Do you think it’s okay? This way? That I didn’t test?”

  “If Conlon sensei promoted you, you can be absolutely certain you deserve it.”

  “Did you know?” Bri asked.

  Tory shook her head. “No. She doesn’t discuss those decisions with me. In this room, we are all students.” Then she held out a folded black hakama. “From me. Ready to put it on?”

  “Will you...show me?”

  “Of course.” Tory helped Bri step into the flowing ceremonial pants that covered the white gi pants and demonstrated the proper cross-over pattern to tie the four strands of the waistband. Then she stepped back and surveyed the dojo’s newest shodan. “Very handsome.”

  “I’ll say,” Caroline pronounced, wrapping her arms around Bri’s waist in a fierce hug.

  “Hey, babe,” Bri said, turning to see her father’s eyes shining with pride and her girlfriend’s wet with tears. That was enough to bring on her own. Embarrassed for anyone else to see, she pressed her face to Caroline’s neck. “I’m so glad you were here. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

  Caroline held her tightly, stroking her cheek and back. “I would have come no matter what. I’m so proud of you. I love you so much.”

  “I’m so lucky.” Bri raised her head when she felt her father’s hand on her shoulder. She grinned at him. “What do you think, Dad?”

  “I think your fellow officers are going to be damned jealous. I wouldn’t be surprised if the dojo gets a few new students.” He touched her face, his eyes on the healing wound in her neck. “I think you’re a helluva police officer and the best kid a man could have.”

  “Oh man,” Bri whispered as she felt tears starting again. “I gotta cut this out.”

  Caroline brushed her fingers beneath Bri’s eyes. “It’s been a tough few days, baby. It’s okay.”

  At that moment, the room went silent as Reese entered, still in her gi but without her hakama now. Then, seconds later, conversation began again. Reese crossed the room directly to Bri and extended her hand. As they shook, she asked, “Are you ready for the job of assistant instructor?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Bri said instantly. “I should be able to start this weekend.”

  Reese laughed. “I believe your doctors said two weeks for that.”

  Bri looked as if she were about to protest, but after one glance at Tory, Reese, her father, and Caroline, she surrendered. “Okay.”

  “Good,” Reese responded. “Remember, responsibility—to those you love, to those who love you, to yourself, to your community, to your country—that is one of the most important things you must teach.” She cast her eyes around the room at her students and her friends. “And here, we live what we teach.”

  Quietly, Bri whispered, “Yes, sensei.”

  *

  “That was beautiful,” Tory said as she and Reese headed for home. “I thought Nelson was going to burst with pride.”

  “I didn’t tell him until today because I was pretty sure he’d give it away. And I wanted it to be special for her.” Reese smiled. “I remember when she first came to me and declared that she wanted to train. She reminded me so much of myself at that age.”

  Tory shifted in the seat and put her back to the door so she could watch her lover as she drove. “I’ve always thought of her as a
younger version of you.”

  “No,” Reese said with a shake of her head. “She’s much braver than I ever was.” She glanced quickly at Tory and then back to the road. “She’ll take Nelson’s place in the department some day. She has the heart of a warrior, and others will follow her gladly.”

  “You underestimate yourself, Sheriff,” Tory said softly. “Bri is an amazing young woman. Brave and strong and valiant, true. But she looks to you to stay the course. Not that Nelson doesn’t love her, or Bri him, but it’s your hand that has guided her into adulthood, and it will be your example that shapes her life. She loves you.”

  Reese’s voice was husky as she said, “I love her.”

  “I know, and I think it’s wonderful.” Tory smiled, watching the moonlight play on her lover’s handsome face. It was one of those moments when she couldn’t think of a single thing about her life that she would change. “Regina is very lucky to have you for a parent.”

  “Thank you. That means...everything to me.”

  “Mmm. You mean everything to us.” Tory sighed. “It seems like forever since we’ve had a chance to talk alone.”

  “Is something wrong?” Reese asked in concern.

  “No. Everything is right.”

  Reese stretched out her hand between them and Tory took it. When their fingers intertwined, Reese asked, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

  “The wedding.”

  Epilogue

  Thanksgiving Weekend

  Bri emerged from her dreams to the sensation of warm lips against the back of her neck. She lay on her stomach with her arms curled around her pillow and Caroline’s mouth against her skin. When she shifted to turn over, a firm hand held her down.

  “Don’t move, baby,” Caroline whispered, smoothing her palm down the center of Bri’s spine as she nuzzled her face in the curve of Bri’s neck. She traced her lips over the faint red ridge of scar tissue, the persistent reminder of all she had nearly lost. “I don’t get to wake up with you very often, and I want to remember everything about the way you feel right now.”