But then, before 9/11 he wouldn’t have had any idea the destruction that could come from a meeting like the one taking place in the house up the hill. Life was one carefree day after another, and never for a single minute did he or anyone else think a morning would come when more than four hundred firefighters and police would go to work and never come home again.
He clicked off his phone and crossed his arms, holding down the memories fighting their way to the surface. When he could no longer keep them at bay, he stopped trying and let them come — wholly and completely, like ghosts from the past. On a night like this, the memories reminded him why he was fighting this war in the first place. But remembering, for Alex, wasn’t something warm and comforting the way it was for some people.
It was a pain almost more than he could bear.
SEVEN
There was a place deep in the stony heart of Alex Brady where it would always be September 10, always that day before his dad left for work and never came back. Alex didn’t go there often, but when the memories rushed at him the way they did now, he had no choice.
Holly Brooks lived down the street from him, and back in their elementary school days she was the yucky girl who tried to include herself with his group of friends on the way to class each morning. Alex would never forget the day that changed. He came in from a middle school football scrimmage, and Holly and her older sister were sitting at the kitchen table with Alex’s mother.
“How was practice?” His mom stood and poured him a glass of milk.
Alex stood there — his helmet in one hand, shoulder pads in the other. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling, except that his legs no longer felt attached to the rest of his body, and he couldn’t force himself to look anywhere but at Holly. When had she grown up? And how had her hair gotten so long?
His mother seemed to notice he wasn’t acting himself, so she laughed a sort of chuckle intended to put everyone at ease. “Holly and Heather were locked out of their house. Their mother had a doctor’s appointment and forgot to leave the key.”
Holly smiled at him. “Your mom said we could stay here.” Her voice was soft and melodious, and in that single moment Alex felt his world slide off its axis. He nodded at her, downed his milk, and headed for the shower.
Things didn’t change right away. But after that he would catch himself walking a longer path to get from one class to another just so he could say hi. By the time they were freshmen in high school, Holly was walking home with him every day. Her mom had a full-time career that fall and her older sister had a job after school, so Holly had nowhere to go but Alex’s house.
That was the year when everyone else knew what neither of them was ready to admit. They were crazy about each other. Sometime that winter, Holly went to church with Alex’s family for the first time, and that led to an all-night phone conversation that kept the two of them awake in their own beds, whispering to each other until the sun came up.
“So, what your pastor said about God being your friend? You really believe that?” Holly whispered.
“Of course.” He stifled a laugh so his parents wouldn’t hear him. “You can talk to Him anytime. Just like you talk to me.”
The memories grated against his soul like splintered wood. Alex stretched his legs to the passenger side of his squad car. The irony of the long-ago conversation with Holly made him certain he’d never forget it. He hadn’t talked to God since the September morning when rescue workers gave up the search for survivors. But before then, nothing could’ve rattled his faith. It was as rocksolid as the Twin Towers themselves.
Holly had questioned him some more, asked him about the Bible and how he could know without a doubt that what he was reading was true. It wasn’t that Holly didn’t believe in God. Her parents took the family to church on Christmas and Easter, and somewhere in the house there was a dusty old Bible handed down from Holly’s great-grandfather. They believed like lots of people believed. That working in the background was a God who created everything. But believing never got more personal than that. Being with Alex, being his friend their freshman year, changed everything for both of them. Especially the way Holly thought about God.
That summer, the two of them went to a Young Life camp, and they grew even more serious about their beliefs. Late one night when campers were supposed to be in and cabin doors locked until morning, Alex met her out by the massive maple tree near the back of the camp. The night was warm, and frogs carried on a noisy battle in the distance as they sat side-by-side staring at the stars and holding hands.
“Someday we’ll fly to a foreign country a million miles away and be missionaries. So we can share everything we’re learning about God,” Holly’s eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
“Let’s make it a country with a beach and warm water.” They both laughed, and the air around them remained innocent. There was no kissing then and not for the next few months. Not until his family had a New Year’s Eve party their sophomore year, and Alex found Holly looking at pictures in his family’s living room.
“There you are.” He brought her a glass of sparkling cider. “Come on, everyone’s playing charades.” He took a step toward the doorway. “You have to see my dad act out a chicken crossing the road. He’s hilarious.”
But she carefully picked up a framed photo of Alex’s parents, arms around each other, laughing in some moment that belonged only to the two of them. “This is real, isn’t it? The way they love each other?”
Her question caught him off guard. He looked from her to the photo and back again, confused. “Of course it’s real.” Only then did it hit him, the reason she was asking, the reason she never invited him to her house, but rather spent all her free time here. He closed the distance between them. “Your parents … aren’t like that?”
“No.” Her smile was overtaken by the sadness in her eyes. She stared at the picture again. “Never.” She hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure how much to say. “They fight all the time, and my mom … drinks a lot.” She put the photo back on the shelf and turned to Alex. “It’s nothing major, I guess. Just …” she looked past him to the laughter in the next room. “… not like your parents.”
Alex tried to think of something to say, some way he could fix the situation for her. Maybe if her parents talked to his, or if their two families started going to church together. He opened his mouth to tell her what he was feeling, but before he could say anything, the moment passed. Her sorrow lifted and she took his hand. “Let’s go see your dad be a chicken.”
They were hurrying from the room when they spotted a piece of mistletoe hanging from the doorframe overhead. Alex was never sure who stopped first, but suddenly there they were, standing under the mistletoe, giving each other a look that was half teasing, half scared to death. Alex made the first move. He put his hand on the side of her face and tenderly touched his lips to hers. Neither of them knew the first thing about kissing, so the moment was over as soon as it began.
But as they headed back to the living room, as they sat together on the sofa and watched his dad strut around the room making chicken noises, they shared a secret that belonged to them alone.
He tried to release the memory, but he wasn’t completely successful. Behind his seat, Bo stretched and did a noisy yawn, and Alex turned to his K9 partner. He was moving his paws in his sleep — something he did often, especially on days when he hadn’t gotten enough running, or when he was anxious for some work on the job. “I’m with you, Bo …” he looked back at the house where the REA members were still gathered. “I’d love a little action right now.”
But the men didn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, and the memories fighting for his attention weren’t either. He leaned forward and rested his arms on the steering wheel. Things between him and Holly never really tipped into the physically complicated territory most kids found themselves in. The two of them hardly ever kissed, and when they did their kisses were quick, more like an act of friendship. Almost as if they knew from the begin
ning they couldn’t have it both ways. They could choose a sweet love rooted in faith, or the steamy backseat affair their friends were all about. The former gave them a friendship much stronger than the transient relationships of their peers, and by the time they reached the summer before their senior year, the summer of 2001, Alex and Holly were inseparable.
By then her parents must’ve seen what Alex’s family shared, or the fact that their youngest daughter preferred being at the house down the street rather than at home. Whatever it was, Holly’s parents began coming to church each week with Alex’s parents, and Holly’s mother stopped drinking. The two families were together often.
Alex closed his eyes and whispered her name, the way he hadn’t said it in years. “Holly, girl … I hope you found someone better than me …”
Suddenly, there he was in the Adirondacks hiking the trail around Elk Lake with his parents and Holly and her family. The July humidity hadn’t been as bad as back on Staten Island, and the forecast of thunderstorms never materialized. It was the third Saturday of the month, and Alex had that wonderful feeling summer would go on forever.
The parents were up ahead on the trail, and Holly’s sister was with them. Alex slipped his fingers through Holly’s and slowed his pace. “So … seniors this year.”
“Shhh.” She giggled at him, her blue eyes dancing. “That’s against the rules, silly.”
“What rules?” He loved this about her, the way she kept their relationship fun and full of laughter.
“You can’t talk about school when we’re right in the middle of summer. Otherwise it’ll disappear …” she pulled away from him, her eyes bright with teasing, “like this!” She darted down a tree-covered hillside off the main trail, daring him to follow her.
“Hey!” He ran after her, but with so many trees he lost her almost right away. He was about to call her name when she jumped out at him from behind a huge trunk and grabbed his waist.
“Gotcha!” Her giggle was quiet, muffled by the canopy of branches and trees. She shifted herself so she was in front of him, then put her finger to his lips. “No more talk about school.”
“Okay.” His heart was pounding, his breathing fast from the chase and the electricity between them. He searched her eyes, her face, and watched as the humor fell away and left behind a longing that had always been there, a longing so deep Alex wasn’t sure he could draw his next breath without her. “Holly …”
She could feel it too … her smoky eyes told him that much. “We … we need to get back on the trail.”
“All I need,” he drew her closer and kissed her, “is you.” The headiness of that kiss, the intoxicating way it felt to have her in his arms alone in a place where only God could see them, left him no choice but to tell her how he was feeling. He let himself get lost in her eyes. “I love you, Holly.”
“I know.” Joy filled her face and she took the slightest step back, giving the passion between them a chance to dissipate, allowing a way back to familiar ground. She giggled and turned around, running back up the hill toward the trail.
“Wait!” He ran after her and when he’d nearly caught her, she faced him again and he searched her eyes. “What do you mean … you know?”
“Because …” Her hair framed her tanned face, and she’d never looked more beautiful. “… I’ve loved you since that day in middle school at your parents’ kitchen table.” She tilted her head, only partly serious. “Same as you.” She was off again, back onto the trail where they were in view of the others, safe from the power of their feelings.
But before the camping trip ended a few days later, Alex and Holly walked to the lakeshore one night and sat together on a tree stump, watching the moon on the water. Alex avoided kissing her, because out there … well, out there if he started he wasn’t sure he could stop. Instead they talked about a Bible verse from Jeremiah 29, and how God knew the plans He had for His people.
“You know what I hope?” Holly’s voice mixed with the breeze off the lake and washed over him in a way he could still remember.
“What?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “What wonderful thing do you hope for, Holly Brooks?”
She smiled. “I hope God’s plans for me always include you.”
“They will.” His answer was as quick as it was certain. “Because I meant what I said a few days ago.” He touched the side of her cheek, wanting her to see the seriousness in his eyes. “I love you, Holly.”
For a long time neither of them looked away, and with indelible ink the moment wrote itself across Alex’s heart. Finally Holly touched her fingers to his, her eyes seeing deep inside him. “I love you too. So don’t ever leave me, okay?”
“I won’t.” He pulled her close, and she rested her head against his chest. Alex was never sure how long they stayed there that night. The fact was, in some ways no matter how much he tried to let go of her memory, she was still there. Sitting beside him in the moonlight in the Adirondacks, knowing they would never leave each other for anything.
Alex took a deep breath and again willed the memories to leave. He squinted at the house ahead of him. Still no movement, so maybe tonight wasn’t the night to catch them in the act. But that didn’t discourage him. As long as he knew their meeting place, he’d be back, and their meeting would break and he’d follow them down the hill until they put their plates back on, or maybe he’d come on a day that wasn’t Wednesday and the house would be empty and he could look around, maybe stumble onto something that gave him probable cause to search the place.
He turned the key in the engine, kept his lights off, and slowly pulled out of his hiding place in the bushes. Bo stirred in the back, and Alex heard him scramble to a sitting position.
“It’s okay, Bo … we’re going home.” Alex waited until he was halfway down the winding road before he turned on his headlights and picked up speed.
The thing that bothered him most about Holly was that he’d hurt her. Even after his dad died in the terrorist attacks, the last thing he’d wanted was to harm her in any way. He tried to explain it to her, that when the terrorists had killed his dad, they’d killed something inside of him too. He couldn’t love like he’d loved before.
He wanted to live his life as a memorial to his father, and that left no room for relationships. Holly didn’t believe him at first. She figured all Alex needed was to work through his anger and loss, and they could be fine again, the way they’d been before. But she was wrong. The part that laughed and loved and trusted God wasn’t broken inside Alex; it was gone. Forever gone. And he could never subject Holly to a lifetime with someone who was no longer capable of those kinds of feelings.
He reached the on-ramp and sped up as he entered the Ventura Freeway again, this time south toward his townhouse. He hadn’t talked to her in many years, and that could only be good for Holly. By now she would’ve met someone kind and trustworthy, someone with the faith he’d walked away from. He tightened his hold on the steering wheel. Yes, she was probably married and starting a family, smack in the middle of a life she perfectly deserved.
His precious Holly.
Because it wasn’t that he no longer cared about her, and that’s the part he never could get her to understand. No one would ever take Holly’s place in his heart. He would die for her right now if it meant assuring her happiness, giving her the life she had dreamed of having all those years ago on that moonlit night by the lake. No matter how he tried to explain himself, Holly couldn’t see that his care for her was what forced him to leave, what drove him to load up his car and move as far away from New York as possible. She didn’t understand that releasing her was maybe his greatest and final act of love, because it nearly killed him to do it. But in the end he had no choice. The part inside him that could’ve made Holly happy the rest of his life was no longer there. It was dead.
In its place was a gritty, larger-than-life determination to take out the evil around him. If God was going to stand by and watch while four hundred firefighters and po
lice officers lost their lives on 9/11, then Alex would use every waking hour he had making sure it wouldn’t happen again. He would do the job himself. He wouldn’t fight the fires; he would protect the firefighters. He would protect the whole city, for that matter. Taking down one bad guy after another was his single focus. Alex Brady and Bo against the world; that was his life now, and it left no room for anyone else. Not his mother, who had remarried some guy Alex didn’t even know, not his friends back in New York or the God he used to trust. And especially not Holly.
Even if her memory haunted him as long as he lived.
EIGHT
Clay was at the Monterey Park department headquarters about to work through a series of tactical drills with a dozen SWAT officers when the call came across his radio. Hostage situation at a bar in East LA, two fatalities confirmed, eight people trapped inside with the gunman. But the detail that grabbed Clay’s heart and made him jerk his radio from his belt so he could hear more clearly was this one: The standoff was taking place across the street from an elementary school, where more than five hundred students were in session.
Joe must’ve heard the call at the same time, because he jogged over from the group he’d been working with, his eyes wide. “Captain’s made the call. He wants both our units on the scene immediately.”
“Got it.” He welcomed the familiar rush of adrenaline, the way his heart pounded into action as he signaled his men and explained the situation. In a hurry, Clay’s and Joe’s groups both ran the distance across the field to the station, where each man made sure he was doubly armed, and in less than five minutes they were in a convoy of squad cars racing through the streets. Halfway there, Clay heard the call for the closest K9 unit to respond, also.
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