Silent Killer

by Beverly Barton

  John Earl was using a busy schedule as an excuse to leave, but he knew that Ruth Ann was better equipped than he was to help their daughters and her mother adjust to the new situation. After all, they were all women, and women understood one another in ways men never could.

  Punishing Donnie Hovater for his many sins had given her great satisfaction. Of all those whom God had chosen for her to destroy, none was as worthy of the Lord’s fiery wrath than the man who had repeatedly raped his own daughter. She knew now that, without any doubt, he had been evil personified.

  She knew evil. She was a product of evil, and yet, through God’s gracious and forgiving love, she was blameless. God’s Son had atoned for her sins when He died on the Cross, and even those such as she, born from sin, born in sin, were washed clean and would be allowed into the eternal sanctuary of heaven. She would sit at the right hand of God. She would be blessed among the saved, for she had done the Lord’s bidding while here on earth.

  “What, Lord? Yes, I hear You. I know my work is not done. There are others who must be punished. I believe I know the name of the man You have chosen for Your angel of death to visit next.”

  She closed her Bible and placed her hand atop it where it rested in her lap. Breathing in the fresh, sweet outdoor air surrounding her, she recalled the genuine pleasure she had known as she had watched Donnie Hovater writhe in agony and scream for mercy. He had burned quickly, his cries for help going unheeded. Had he, in those final moments of his life, repented of his sins, or had he gone to the hereafter an unrepentant soul?

  Did it truly matter? She believed that there was no atonement for men such as he. His evil had been too great, the damage he had inflicted unforgivable.

  “Yes, Lord,” she whispered, a feeling of power encompassing her as she allowed her Savior to send the Holy Ghost into her heart and mind and body, to fill her with the strength of His righteousness.

  Quietly, reverently, she recited the words from the first book of Revelations, the words God had placed on her lips. “ And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.’”

  She closed her eyes, smiled, and continued talking to God, plotting the demise of another blasphemous false prophet.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  During the weeks since Donnie Hovater’s murder, life had returned to normal for almost everyone in Dunmore, even for Cathy to some extent. But the normalcy was shadowed by doubts and fears and the ever-present certainty that it was only a matter of time before the Fire and Brimstone Killer struck again. Personally, Cathy felt a little guilty for being so happy. Jack spent every weeknight with her, and Seth spent weekends. And last Saturday, the three of them had shared the entire day together. Jack had borrowed Mike’s boat, and they’d gone to the river. She had been amazed at how well her two guys had gotten along. But why shouldn’t they, when they were so much alike?

  But there was a problem with the way her son seemed to be bonding with Jack—how long before Jack figured out that Seth was his son? Lorie kept telling her that she needed to tell them both the truth sooner rather than later.

  “I need more time,” she’d told her best friend. “I need to be sure about Jack, about our relationship.”

  “Don’t put it off until it’s too late,” Lorie had said. “You don’t want either of them finding out some other way.”

  This morning—this glorious Fourth of July Saturday—Cathy had decided that she would tell Jack the truth tomorrow evening, after Seth had returned to his grandparents’ home. But for now, she didn’t want anything to interfere with their day-long celebrations. Jack would be here soon to pick them up and drive them to Spring Creek Park for the holiday festivities that included barbeque and chicken-stew dinners for sale, cold beer and soft drinks, family picnics, country bands playing late into the night, baseball games, fireworks displays and blankets spread out under the stars.

  “Mom?”

  “Hmm?” Cathy placed a package of napkins on top of the overstuffed picnic basket and barely managed to close the lid.

  “I’ve been thinking about when school starts in August,” Seth said. “I’d like to come and live with you full-time then. Do you think Granddad and Nana will be okay without me?”

  Cathy drew in a deep breath and released it slowly as she allowed the joy of the moment to encompass her. “Yes, I believe they’ll be okay. After all, it’s not as if you’ll be cutting them out of your life. You can see them whenever you’d like, and they’ll always be your grandparents.”

  Will they? an inner voice asked. How will J.B. and Mona react after I tell Jack and Seth the truth? Will they still be able to think of themselves as Seth’s grandparents?

  “What’s the matter, Mom?”

  “Huh?”

  “You’ve got this really peculiar look on your face.”

  She brushed aside her concerns. Time enough to deal with the aftereffects later. Today was going to be a good day, one more building block in the foundation of the life she hoped to construct with Jack and Seth…if she was lucky—very, very lucky.

  “It’s nothing really,” she lied. “I was just wondering how you’d feel about Jack staying here occasionally.”

  “Oh.”

  “I know it might be awkward for you and Jack, at least at first, but—”

  “Are you going to marry him?”

  “Uh, I don’t know,” she replied, not the least bit surprised by her son’s question. After all, he’d been raised to believe in the sanctity of marriage and that living together out of holy wedlock was a sin. “Jack and I haven’t discussed marriage.”

  “Why not? You love him, don’t you?”

  “I care deeply for Jack.” You love him. Admit the truth to yourself even if you can’t admit it to your son. Yes, she loved Jackson Perdue, with all her heart. And if he asked her to marry him tonight, she would say yes, a thousand times yes.

  “Hey, I’m not saying get married right away or anything, but anybody can see that the guy’s nuts about you. And I think he’s okay. You know, as far as stepdads go, Jack wouldn’t be all that bad.”

  “Oh, he wouldn’t, would he?”

  “We get along okay,” Seth said. “We actually like a lot of the same things, sports and stuff like that. And he really listens to me when I talk to him. He doesn’t treat me like I’m some dumb kid.”

  Cathy smiled. “That’s because you’re not a dumb kid. You’re a smart kid.”

  They heard a car pull into the driveway. Seth went to the back door and looked outside.

  “It’s Jack.” Seth lifted the heavy picnic basket loaded down with food and supplies and carried it with him as he met Jack at the back door.

  “Ready to go?” Jack asked when Seth opened the door for him.

  “Sure are,” Seth replied. “I’ll take this on out to our car.” He hoisted the basket up to show Jack, then headed outside.

  Jack came over to Cathy, leaned down and kissed her. She returned the kiss, and when he raised his head, they both grinned. He scanned her from head to toe.

  “Honey, you look good enough to eat.”

  She laughed. “Save your appetite for food today.”

  “I’ll try to be on my best behavior, but, woman, you look way too good in those blue jeans.”

  The car horn honking reminded them that Seth was waiting in the Jeep Cherokee. Jack slipped his arm around her waist.

  If only every day could be like this.

  Erin had come to the park with Clay. As far as anyone knew, they were merely acquaintances and this was just a friendly date. Her on-again/off-again sexual relationship with Clay was their private business, something neither of them advertised. Love had absolutely nothing to do with how they felt about each other. All her love, every ounce her heart held, belonged to John Earl. He was everything to her. If only he would realize how much better she would be for him than that insipid Ruth Ann. The woman was practically a saint, or at least John Earl thought so. It wasn’t enou
gh that she was raising two children of her own, but now she had taken in Melissa Hovater and the entire town marveled at her kindness. Even Clay had made some stupid comment about what a great person John Earl’s wife was.

  “The woman has a heart of gold, doesn’t she?” he’d said. “Can you imagine her becoming a foster mother to a girl who’s suspected of killing her own father?”

  Erin knew that John Earl wasn’t 100 percent in favor of Missy living with them. He hadn’t actually come right out and said it, but Erin was good at reading between the lines. Sometimes she could almost read John Earl’s mind. He was concerned about the Hovater girl’s influence on his own two daughters, and Erin couldn’t say that she blamed him. Felicity was already a handful, a bit of a wild child who seemed to enjoy embarrassing her devout, highly respected parents. And Charity, although quiet and rather moody, seemed to be a paragon of virtue, like her mother.

  “Here’s your peach ice cream.” Clay held out the two scoops in a cookie-dough waffle cone, one of Erin’s favorite desserts. “Better start licking.” He chuckled. “It’s already melting.”

  She took the cone from him, smiled and ran her tongue around the edges. “Thanks.”

  “It’s hot as blue blazes. Why don’t we find us a nice shade tree somewhere?”

  She caught a glimpse of John Earl as he and his family settled themselves around one of the concrete picnic tables near the outdoor grandstand set up for the bands and singers. When the love of her life put his arm around his wife’s shoulder, Erin cringed. Damn that woman!

  “What’s the matter, sugar?” Clay asked.

  “Huh?”

  His gaze followed hers, and he grunted. “Give it up, baby doll. Old John Earl won’t ever be yours.”

  She snapped her head around and glared at Clay. “Never say never.”

  “You’re living in a dream world. That man’s not going to cheat on his wife, and even if he did, he wouldn’t leave her.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. You never know what might happen.”

  Ruth Ann might get run over by a bus. Or one day, John Earl could wise up and figure out what he was missing. The one thing Erin knew for certain was that sooner or later, one way or the other, he would be hers.

  Ruth Ann had been reluctant about encouraging Missy to join the family today for the Fourth of July celebrations at the park, but John Earl had insisted. After all, if Missy had stayed at home, Ruth Ann would have felt obligated to stay with her. For the past few weeks, since that poor child had been living with them, he had noticed subtle changes in his entire household. His mother-in-law, seldom cheerful or easygoing, had become sullen and irritable. It was apparent that she disapproved of John Earl and Ruth Ann becoming Missy’s foster parents.

  “Don’t you think you have enough to deal with as it is?” Faye had asked him. “I feel sorry for the girl, for what her father put her through, but God help us, it’s unfair for anyone to expect Ruth Ann to be a mother to Missy. Don’t you understand that she’s reliving all her own horrible memories?”

  “She may be reliving her past with her father,” John Earl had said. “But at least she’s dealing with it while she’s awake. Her nightmares have stopped—or haven’t you noticed? Ruth Ann hasn’t had more than a couple of bad dreams since Missy came to live with us.”

  Where Missy becoming a member of their family seemed to have had a positive effect on Ruth Ann, it had had a negative effect on Faye and on Felicity, who seemed to resent all the attention her mother lavished on Missy. Charity was the only one who appeared to be unchanged. She was as she’d always been, his sweet, steady, tenderhearted daughter, who did her best to please everyone.

  “Do I have to stay here with the rest of you?” Felicity whined. “If I promise not to get in trouble—”

  “I’d rather you didn’t wander off,” Ruth Ann said as she and Faye spread the checkered tablecloth over the concrete table. “We’re going to eat soon, and I don’t want your father to have to search the park for you.”

  Felicity glowered at her mother and then turned to her father. “Daddy, please.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “It’s eleven now. Just tell me what time to be back, and I promise I won’t be late. I want to hang around some of my friends and not get stuck with…” She rolled her eyes skyward. “With my family.”

  He knew she had stopped herself short of saying “with Charity and Missy.” His daughters possessed different personalities, and although they’d been close as children, they had grown apart during their teen years. And in the past couple of years, Felicity occasionally acted as if she hated her sister.

  “Be back here at twelve-thirty.” His gaze connected with Ruth Ann’s, and he immediately recognized that look of disapproval in her eyes.

  “Thank you so much.” Felicity gave him a quick hug and then all but ran off into the crowd. He turned to Charity and Missy. “Why don’t you two take a walk, look around and enjoy the day? Just be back here at twelve-thirty.”

  “That’s a good idea.” Charity turned toward a somber Missy.

  “I’m not sure,” Ruth Ann said. She laid her hand on Missy’s shoulder.

  “Teenagers do not want to be stuck with their parents all day,” John Earl told her.

  “Come on, Missy,” Charity said. “I saw Seth with his mom over at the waterfall. We could go say hi.”

  “All right,” Missy replied and followed Charity, who glanced over her shoulder and gave her parents a reassuring look, as if saying I’ll take care of her.

  As soon as the girls were out of earshot, Faye grumbled as she removed a gallon of sweet tea from one of the picnic baskets they had brought from home. “Mark my word, that girl is going to be trouble.”

  “Mother!” Ruth Ann glared at Faye.

  “For heaven’s sake, it’s not that I don’t feel sorry for her.” Faye laid a package of white paper napkins on the table and reached into the basket for the plastic forks and spoons. “But she is not your responsibility, and you can’t work miracles, you know. You cannot change what happened to her.”

  “Of course I can’t. No more than I can change what happened to me. But I can help her to stop feeling guilty, to stop blaming herself for what her father did to her, just as John Earl helped me.”

  “I tried to help you,” Faye said. “I did my best.” Faye slammed the boxes of forks and spoons down on the table, and then turned abruptly and walked away.

  Ruth Ann heaved a deep sigh.

  John Earl placed his arm around her shoulders. “Everything will be all right. It’ll just take time for Faye and Felicity to adjust to having Missy as a part of the family.”

  She looked into his eyes. “I hope you’re right. Felicity’s behavior and her attitude in general seem to have gotten worse lately.”

  “Give her a little more of your undivided attention and she’ll come around.” He kissed Ruth Ann’s forehead. “Why don’t you take this opportunity to walk around and absorb some of the Fourth of July spirit in the park? I’ll finish up here and put the food out a little before twelve-thirty.”

  “I think I will take a walk.”

  “Just don’t follow the girls. They’ll be fine on their own.”

  She smiled at him. “You know me too well.”

  Standing near the spring-fed pond, she scanned the park, now overrun with holiday celebrators. She knew so many of these people. Sheriff Birkett, his mother and his children were sharing lunch with Seth Cantrell and his mother and her boyfriend. Wonder what Seth thought of his mother having an affair? He had been raised to know that sex outside of marriage was a sin.

  She smiled to herself. Some of these people were such hypocrites, even those who professed to be ministers of the gospel.

  Her gaze settled on Patsy and Elliott Floyd, who were working their son’s food booth, both of them dutiful parents. Even Patsy, with all her good qualities, was not above sin. But her sins could never compare to the evil inflicted on others by her male counterparts.

  You, Patsy Floyd, are sa
fe from God’s wrath here on earth.

  Boisterous laughter coming from the covered pavilion across the pond caught her attention. Reverend Dewan Phillips, his wife Tasha and a dozen members of their congregation were sharing an early lunch.

  They all revere that man almost as if he were a demigod. They’ve put him up on a pedestal, believing him to be a saintly person. Poor fools. Their little tin god has feet of clay. The Lord knows what is in his heart.

  Pure evil.

  Yes, Lord, I hear You.

  The time is right. I must act soon.

  When Lord?

  Yes, of course.

  I will make preparations for tomorrow night. Guide me, Heavenly Father. Show me the way.

  In humble silence, her words heard only by God, she recited John 16:13. “Howbeit when he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth; for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Jack lay beside Cathy, his arm draped across her naked belly, his nose nuzzling her shoulder. She had never been happier in her life. She was in love again, gloriously, passionately in love. And although they had not exchanged the words, she knew in her heart that Jack loved her, too.

  How many people actually got the second chance that fate had given them?

  Yesterday had been wonderful, a true celebration of not only the country’s independence but Cathy’s freedom. She was living her life by her rules and making her own decisions, as she should have been doing all her adult life.

  Even today had been good. Church with Seth this morning had been followed by lunch out with Jack and a walkthrough of his house. She had been eager to show Seth the renovations in progress and brag just a little about the plans she had drawn for Jack’s contractor. And despite the continued tension between her and her mother, her in-laws seemed to be making a genuine effort to accept Seth’s decision to live full-time with her when school started next month.