“Get the fuck up.” The gun had apparently been placed against the back of Cash’s head. “You heard me. GET. THE. FUCK. UP!” Cash slowly got up.
Yelling out to Cole from somewhere in the dark, she continued. “Get over here. You know, you have been a real pain. You messed everything up. I have no clue why he let you live, but that is over. Know this, Mouzon. You would rather have me doing this than him. I just want you dead. He would keep killing long after you and your sister are gone. Perhaps your nephew, your family by the time it’s all said and done.”
Cole looked over at where he thought Cash stood with Poinsett in the dark, regretting his involvement. Regretting it all. Like the hand in his dream, Poinsett had come to drag him away into the darkness. It was the fear he had always held. The fear of that crippled him as a child into tears and rocking, alone in the dark. Whoever this ‘he’ was made it all that much worse.
He could feel his emotions channeling, tingling in his skin. The room was pitch dark and he only had one chance to take her down. Cole pushed out from his mind the image of the room that he recalled for his childhood. In his mind the corners, the walls slightly glowed in the dark. He could see the entire layout now before him. He had to trust his mind again.
“Noooooo!” Cole leapt and tackled Poinsett, them both falling to the ground. She wrestled, crawling away as he held tight hold of her two legs. He could feel her trying to sit up and then, the click of a gun close to his head. A final shot rang out, echoing in around the room for seconds. Then silence.
CHAPTER 92
“COLE! COLE!” CASH crawled across the floor, lame in his left leg. He called out for him again as he finally reached Cole just as he heard steps in the dark. A light was shined into his eyes; his eyes tried to readjust but saw only light.
“They’re in here! Come on, get in here!” Leas’ voice filled the room. He moved the light across the room until it landed on Cole. There, in the corner he was sitting up, Jackie’s head in his lap. Blood was running down his leg. A drop fell to the floor in a faint wet thud. Cash pulled himself to Cole as Leas looked over from across the room. Jackie attempted to speak, but only thick, viscous bubbles of iron red came up. Lifting her hand to cup Cole’s cheek, one word escaped, “Love,” before going limp and falling into his body. Fighting to hold on to the salvation of his internal wall, he sat there for a several seconds before an EMT rushed in and Cole released her, grabbing Cash’s neck for shelter. Don’t fail, don’t fail… He released, still cold from the moment.
Leas leaned down and pulled Cash’s arm around his neck, lifting to pull him up. The three walked back through the corridor into the now misting rain outside. Lightening cracked miles away, shining its white and blue hue through the night sky. Cole stopped and looked up as Leas lead Cash to a flashing ambulance that had backed up into the flooded grass in front of the battery.
THE WALL CAME CRASHING down with a heavy internal thud, exposing his body to the rawness of his emotions. Like an old movie, images of Jackie flickered across his mind, starting at his earliest memory, working its way through youth, their strong connection, until the last slide… her lying dead in his hands. She was gone.
The tingling heat of sadness crept up from his temples and slowly consumed his face and throat. His mind swirled in dizzying, sweeping movements. He was helpless to fight the tide of loss that consumed him as he looked up into the dripping sky and collapsed onto his knees. Still looking up, feeling the drops colliding against his face, he succumbed to his tears, letting them flow across his cheeks and into the soggy ground beneath him. Another surge of emotion rippled across his body, forcing him to reach out with his right hand and lean into the ground, heaving up the bitterness of his loss in loud cries, the tannic acid of yearning for things taken. He was there, alone, as the tears seeped out of him like poison from a wound. Between them he cried out in painful sounds and sobs until slowly the flow of emotions returned to a trickle and calm came over his body.
Looking around with his red eyes, he saw Cash had been moved to the back of an ambulance and was getting checked as a covered gurney presumably carrying Jackie’s body was wheeled out and placed in another truck. Cole looked away to avoid another flood. The tears had stopped, not because he didn’t hurt, but because he had just run out. Looking back into the ambulance, Cash was laid on a stretcher being sedated for the ride to East Cooper Hospital. Having regained enough strength to lift himself and move, Cole walked over to Cash.
Agent Leas approached to check on both men briefly and to inform him that Beth Winters’—Poinsett’s—body had been found, shot in the back. He was otherwise at a loss for words as the EMT stepped in. “Mr. Mouzon. We need to go. Will you be joining us?”
Cole looked to Cash, now laid out on a collapsible gurney, its yellow legs standing out amongst the white interior of the cramped space. Cash turned his head with slow, pained rotation to look behind him at Cole and mouthed, “Go…go.” Cash caught Cole’s hand as he stood to exit. Though they only held for seconds, the moment lingered in Cole’s palm like the holding of a tight fist too long, lasting until he reached MeMe’s place and knocked on her old wooden screen door. It was now almost six a.m. and the sun was rapidly pushing forward into the morning. MeMe opened the door and Cole didn’t have to say a word. Tears flowed like ribbons across her soft wrinkled face. She turned and Billy stood behind her. Cole dropped to his knees and spread his arms while tearing up again and rolling down Billy’s back.
CHAPTER 93
JACKIE’S FUNERAL CAME quickly. Cole had picked up Cash from the hospital in the morning because he refused to miss the funeral. Billy had been quiet, with long bouts of crying in the week since that night on Sullivan’s Island. But seeing Cash momentarily offered a break from his loss. Billy liked Cash’s wheels, taking any opportunity to jump in his lap and ordering him to spin the wheelchair in circles. It was temporary, so Billy was advised to enjoy it while he could. Cole’s family had turned the ceremony into a flower jungle. At least the flowers were pink. The entire police department had come out and most of Charleston County as well. If one’s value to society is ranked by the number of people who show for your funeral, Jackie was very much loved. Jackie would have raised hell over such a production. Funerals aren’t for the dead, but for the living.
The day before, Leas had briefed Cole on the investigation. Poinsett’s real name was Beth Winters, or at least that was what she had it changed to after leaving Charleston. She had returned and attended MUSC, the Medical University of South Carolina, but dropped out her third year when questions arose about patient abuse in her eldercare clinic. By all indications she acted alone. He was following up on her claims of being the daughter of the original kidnapper and killer of Cole’s mom. The story was panning out so far, with witnesses confirming she dated Mark Calhoun immediately before his death. They had reopened his death but there wasn’t much they could do ten years out. And, she was now dead, too.
Ava had lost her only daughter and retreated deep into depression in the days leading up to the funeral. She now sat quietly next to his father, lost in her emotions. Cole worried most for her. Jackie was her daughter but also her friend. Henry had come up from Florida and that seemed to provide some additional support to Ava. Cole’s father was playing the support for the entire family, refusing to show the hurt he was certainly feeling. Cole worried this would throw his father back to the bottle, but that had yet to be seen. Granny was heartbroken by the loss, but seemed to be faring the best. When MeMe came over after the funeral they sat on the back porch laughing up a storm. Probably in no small part to the Bailey’s Cole had picked up at her request before returning home. By the number of returns to the ice bucket, the bottle was half empty within the first hour.
The mood was broken momentarily when a shot rang out in the back yard. Every officer in attendance had drawn, only to see Granny yelling into the marsh. “You get out of my creek, you fool gator! This isn’t your buffet.” Granny had pulled out her old twenty
-two and shot warning shots to scare off the six-foot gator, but he wasn’t paying her any attention. MeMe girlishly giggled under her hand as the crowd looked on. Jackie would have loved that moment.
Looking out over the marsh and his Granny, Cole missed his sister deeply. Amongst all the other feelings, was dread of what had just become his life. As Billy’s named guardian, he was an instant parent. He wanted children but when suddenly handed one, even Billy, he felt helpless and the questions to be answered seemed too numerous to tackle. How would he work and be a single parent? Where would he live? How would Billy handle all this change? There were no quick answers and that bogged Cole’s mind down with doubt.
OVER THE NEXT several days it was agreed that Billy needed a break. For now, everyone needed to heal. He would take Billy back to Denver with him while his parents packed up his sister’s house to put on the market. Charleston carried too many memories of Jackie. The family decided Florida was just a better place to recoup once the house was addressed. Cole had already promised to bring Billy down for a Disney week before school started at the end of the summer. But until then it was just the boys. They both needed time to heal and bond.
The realities of that hadn’t set in as Cole crossed over the Ravenel Bridge toward the airport. A song about giving up Manhattan came on the radio. Cole looked across to the steeples of Charleston on his left and then the mash far down on his right. The yellow morning sun caught the blades and danced on the river’s waters. As a long note was held by the singer on the radio, he thought the song was fitting. He knew that sometimes healing is merely making the choice to take the step forward…to refuse to stand still…to step backwards. He had stood still too long since Atlanta. Looking at Billy in the back seat through the rearview mirror, he promised himself that even if just baby steps he would move forward.
One of those steps meant eventually dealing with Cash. It had been days since the funeral without more than text contacts from him. Cole was torn between wanting him close and also wanting him very, very far. It is just better this way, he told himself. Even without the events that led to their meeting, he already felt damaged. Though the mental counting of days had stopped, he still felt alone, empty…guilty.
“Are you okay?” In the end, Cash was there, against Cole’s protests, looking over to Cole driving.
“Yeah, sorry…just a bit tired.”
Cash looked at the man beside him and wondered if he were crazy…delusional for putting so much energy and placing his life on the line for someone he had never met and who, in Cole’s opinion, was damaged goods. Cash just looked back with his blue eyes and smiled warmly.
Cole turned back to Billy in the mirror and continued his self-analysis. The dream was still there too, hunting his dreams every night. If the threat of Poinsett made it return, it should have gone away when she died in the battery on Sullivan’s Island. Cole reasoned it was just his head trying to comprehend it all and eventually the dream would return to the darkness from which it came and never be seen again.
Stepping out of the car, the two men hugged. An overwhelming sense of longing washed over Cole as he felt the warmth of Cash’s arms against his core. His skin tingled with sadness. Though he tried, the wall refused to go up, forcing him to feel the raw emotions of the moment as he forced a slight smile. Their meeting had been anything but ideal, and there were many more questions than answers. Standing in drop-off area of the airport was no place to start. Fighting back tears, they promised to stay in touch. Doubt crossed Cole’s mind, he had heard that before, but he held out the slightest hope for being proven wrong.
CHAPTER 94
GETTING OFF THE plane in Denver, Billy was quiet and subdued. Reality had hit hard that his mother was gone, he was in a new place and he needed to find a way to survive. Cole picked him up and held him against his shoulder, his teddy bear backpack flapping with each step. He could feel the tears soaking though his shirt at the shoulder as Billy finally unloaded his emotions. One of the gate attendants looked at them both with a concerned smile as Cole fought hard to maintain his own composure to avoid a total meltdown in the middle of DIA.
Catching a taxi, Billy laid his head on his uncle’s lap, where he promptly passed out from his emotional exhaustion. Cole looked out the window taking in the vastly different landscape of Denver compared to Charleston and wondered if he would ever see again the city that was in his blood, that he had once craved. The time in Charleston had worn him thin and he didn’t know if he could be the same.
Trying to just occupy his mind with the passing warehouse a text buzzed in and he retrieved the phone vibrating in his pocket. It was Cash. “I miss u. Hope ur flight was safe. DEN n a month?” For that brief moment a smile crossed Cole’s face and a feeling of hope lingered that everything would be okay. Perhaps Charleston still held some happiness for his life.
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COMING SPRING 2014
WHEN ASPENS QUAKE. Cole Mouzon has returned to Denver to heal from the loss of his sister and learn to be the parent Billy desperately needs. As Cash Calhoun continues to chip away at Cole’s defenses from Charleston, events in Atlanta cause Agent Leas to believe Poinsett was successful in drawing out the Taker, placing Cole in danger once more. Together, the three search for answers in Georgia before the Taker can finish what Poinsett started.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
PROLOGUE
DENVER
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
CHAPTER 62
CHAPTER 63
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 65
CHAPTER 66
CHAPTER 67
CHAPTER 68
CHAPTER 69
CHAPTER 70
CHAPTER 71
CHAPTER 72
CHAPTER 73
CHAPTER 74
CHAPTER 75
CHAPTER 76
CHAPTER 77
CHAPTER 78
CHAPTER 79
CHAPTER 80
CHAPTER 81
CHAPTER 82
CHAPTER 83
CHAPTER 84
CHAPTER 85
CHAPTER 86
CHAPTER 87
CHAPTER 88
CHAPTER 89
CHAPTER 90
CHAPTER 91
CHAPTER 92
CHAPTER 93
CHAPTER 94
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