I couldn’t think of what to say, or how to explain that I hadn’t gotten him involved, but the opposite. No matter what I said, she wouldn’t understand.
After all, I was the felon. Al and his men had come here to my house for me. They had rousted Stacy and my mother. My guilt was evident. I had no defense that she would possibly accept.
I had to admit it; I really stepped in it this time.
Once again, Al answered for me, but this time he ground his teeth as he spoke. “That little hacker brother of yours bolted before we could grab him. But don’t worry, we’ll get him soon enough.”
“Hacker?” Stacy looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
That made Al laugh outright. “Missy, just be thankful you’re a pretty piece of ass.”
Stacy reddened, and quickly stepped toward Al before Tom could grab her. Using her momentum, she swung her open hand in a windmill motion and connected with Al’s face. The resounding sound of the slap shocked everyone.
Al grabbed Stacy by the shoulder, but he didn’t hit her back. Instead, he thrust her toward Tom, who gripped her arm securely.
“Hold on to her this time,” Al said in a growl.
Stacy struggled, but couldn’t break the big man’s hold. “Why are you after Chuck?” she demanded.
Al, holding his fingers to his cheek gingerly, spoke through gritted teeth. “Don’t worry your vapid little head over that. In fact, once we track that rabbit down, all of us are going to have a little get-together. Work a few things out between us, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t know what you mean,” Stacy said, showing her stubborn side even though I could tell she was frightened out of her mind. “I’m not going anywhere until I get some answers.”
“Enough talking,” Al said, losing his humor. He motioned to his men. “Nick, Tom, get them up and let’s go.”
Nick, who had been standing just behind my mother, reached out to grab her arm. She pulled away before he touched her, letting out an indignant cry and giving him a scathing look of contempt.
“Leave her alone,” I said, feeling as protective toward my mother as Stacy was of her brother.
“Cut the crap, everyone,” Al said. “Just a friendly warning; I’ve had a bad day, and I haven’t had my coffee yet. I’m not in the mood.”
As if assuming everyone would automatically cooperate, Nick grabbed my mother’s arm again. She pulled away, but he had a tighter grip this time. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my mother spin around and slap him in the face. She must have been emboldened by Stacy’s act of defiance.
Nick turned several shades of red and shook her so hard I thought he might pop her arm out of its socket.
I could feel something cold begin to swell inside me, but before I could move, Al pressed the gun to the back of my neck.
“Easy, boy.”
My mother was still trying to pull away from Nick, and the words she yelled at him were unintelligible to me.
Stacy stood and grabbed my mother by the shoulders to help pull her away.
The other man, Tom, wasn’t going to get involved in a four-way tug-of-war; he simply hit Stacy on the back of the head with the butt of his gun.
She crumpled to the floor.
That cold force inside me from this morning rose again. It burst out of me and toward Tom.
Something with the power of an industrial piston hit him, lifted him off his feet, and sent him clear across the living room. He didn’t have a wall or a table to break his fall; there was only a window there, and he went through it with a resounding crash.
Al screamed into my ear. “Shut it down now, or I’ll pop your mother!”
My brain couldn’t interpret the words or their meaning. I wasn’t myself. Something had taken over. I was a creature of rage and anger, and I turned my focus on Nick, who had a red welt in the shape of a hand growing on his cheek.
“Let. Her. Go.” I realized I was the one who said it, but the voice was alien to me. It must have sounded just as scary and foreign to everyone else, because they all looked in my direction.
Eyes widened in horror, Nick raised his arm, leveled his gun at me, and pulled the trigger.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion.
Maybe it was my eyes or my memories playing tricks on me, but I could see the bullet burst out of the end of the barrel in a spray of powder and sparks.
That power inside me raced forward to meet it.
Meet it. Stop it. And send it straight back at Nick.
With a crazed look of fear, he jerked away. At the same time—his hand still on her arm—he pulled my mother with him and directly into the path of the returning projectile.
The bullet hit her low in the neck, and an arterial spray of blood showered Nick.
Stunned, I could only stare as my mother fell to the floor, clutching at her throat, her mouth opening and closing in a silent cry for help. She fell against the coffee table and rolled off of it.
Her face contorted in a grimace of pain as the life poured out of her. In a last desperate act, she reached her hand out for help; and then, as her arm fell to the carpet, she died.
There was no mistaking it.
I had killed my mother.
Chapter Thirteen
As if the chains that held me back had suddenly snapped, all the frustration, anger, and desperation that had consumed me over the past two days burst out.
A primordial scream escaped my lips, and it felt as if all the cells in my body were breaking their bonds and exploding outward.
Beneath my feet, there came a swirling of energy, like a million tendrils of air particles wrapping around my legs in a vortex of power and wind. It grew bigger and stronger with every passing moment.
Peripherally, I could hear someone shouting, but I didn’t know whether it was Al or me. All I knew was that there was something in me that had been unleashed. Something had broken through any possible measure of restraint that I might have been able to apply.
Lamps tumbled off tables; pictures fell from the walls and smashed on the floor; the flat-screen television toppled over backward and shattered. The couch and loveseat slid away from me as the force of the whirlwind increased.
An inhuman roar filled my ears. Pain from a million tiny flecks of dirt and debris whipped at my skin, flaying me where I stood, at the center of a tornado.
The ceiling cracked open and wooden beams snapped and fell. Furniture from the room above fell toward me. The vortex caught them before they hit the ground, and flung them in every direction.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more pressure, the cyclone that I had become doubled in intensity, and I felt an unimaginable sensation; it was as if my soul were being shredded.
It was as if I had become a hundred times larger in the span of a second.
Then everything turned pitch black.
* * *
The first impression I had when I regained consciousness was that the world was moving, but then I realized that I was the one moving.
Or, rather, someone was moving me.
Groggy, I tried to focus my eyes, but my sight was blurry. Every inch of skin on my body was screaming in pain, and it took all I had not to scream as well. I allowed myself an anguished moan, but it felt like razor blades slicing the inside of my throat.
I blinked and turned my head, and saw that I was on the front lawn. My house was destroyed, as if a wrecking ball had smashed through it. Shingles, wood splinters, siding and various pieces of furnishings and clothes hung from the skeletal remains of the building, and were spread out on the lawn beside me.
Whatever had flattened my house had also ripped the neighbors’ houses to either side apart. Several other buildings in the area showed signs of damage.
Although I had parked in the driveway, my car remained unscathed. Oddly enough, Stacy’s car, which she had parked at the curb, had a two-by-four sticking out of the windshield. It had smashed the steering wheel, and gone right th
rough the back of the driver’s seat. Several other vehicles on the street had also sustained damage.
Overwhelmed by the destruction, I somehow managed to choke out a question. “What happened?”
Stacy was crouched beside me on one knee. Her arms were scored with several cuts and bruises. Her makeup had streaked from her tears, but she wasn’t crying now.
“I don’t know. It was like some kind of freak tornado.” She shook her head. “And this is Seattle!”
The memory of that storm came rushing back. My mother was dead. I had killed her. Whatever power had developed inside me, however incredible it was to believe possible, it had nevertheless manifested when Nick shot at me.
I had caused that bullet to reverse direction. My heart felt like it was in a vice.
My mother!
Stacy continued. “I woke up and the tornado just … vanished. The house started to collapse.” She looked at me, searching for an explanation. “I pulled you out just seconds before one of the walls caved in.”
Too numb to say anything, I looked at the ruins and clenched my jaw.
“I’m sorry,” Stacy said. “I tried to get your mother out.”
Immediately, I moved toward the house, still on my hands and knees. “I have to help her.”
Stacy held me back. “Rich, you can’t go in there. You can’t help her.” When I looked up at her, she said, “I’m sorry. When I got to her, she was dead. She’s gone.”
Biting back the emotion welling up inside me, I tried to concentrate on something else, like standing up. It was easier to decide to do it than to actually do it, and I only managed to get to my feet with Stacy holding my elbow. My knees felt like rubber, and my entire body was quivering as if I had run a marathon.
“Al,” I said. “His men. Where are they?”
Stacy narrowed her eyes. “The three of them took off. Got in their SUV and went that way.” She pointed south.
I looked back at the house. I was too stunned for words.
“Rich, I’m so sorry about your mother,” Stacy said. I turned to face her. She chewed on her lower lip. “I know this is the last thing on your mind, but I have to ask. Is Chuck all right?”
I let my head drop. “I don’t know. I don’t think they wanted to kill me—or Chuck—or else they would have done it this morning.”
Desperation crept into her eyes. “All right, you’ve got to stop dancing around the truth. What the hell is going on and who were those guys?”
Neighbors began to emerge from their houses to see what had happened. A crowd was forming on the sidewalk as they speculated about the catastrophe. In the distance, I heard sirens.
A part of me wanted me to give up. I could just sit there and wait for the authorities to come and take me away. The enormity of what I had done was almost too much for me, and I felt separated from reality.
But there was another part of me—the pure survival instinct inside every person—that urged me to action.
“You deserve a full explanation,” I said, trying my hardest not to think about my mother, dead inside our house. “But first we have to get out of here before the cops show up.”
“What? Why?”
“If I get arrested, then there’s no way I can figure out how to find or help Chuck. Or myself.”
Stacy paled. “What did you guys do?”
I took one more look at my house. I wanted so badly to race back in there and haul my mother out. I knew she was dead—and it hurt to acknowledge that—but she didn’t deserve to be abandoned amidst the ruins of our house. Unfortunately, my options were limited.
“Come on,” I said, fumbling in my pocket for my car keys, and setting my jaw.
Stacy reached out to grab the car keys from me.
“It’s all right,” I said. “I’ll drive.”
She gave me a peculiar look. “You must have lost your glasses in the house. How can you drive?”
I headed for the driver’s side of my mother’s car. “I’ll explain on the way to your place.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I hate to be the one to tell you this,” I said once we were well out of sight of the wreck that used to be my house, “but it was Chuck who came to me originally.”
Stacy was sitting in the passenger’s seat, half-turned toward me. I could feel her unblinking eyes boring holes through my head. She was still trying to figure out how I was navigating the streets without my glasses.
“He came to you?” she asked. “With what?”
Taking a slow breath to give me some time to think about how I was going to approach the story with her, I asked, “What did your brother tell you he did for a living?”
“He makes websites,” Stacy said
“It’s a front.” I didn’t want it to sound so accusatory or blunt, but I didn’t have time to spare her feelings. My own emotions were brutally raw, and I didn’t have the energy to couch my words. “What he really did was hack into corporate computers and steal sensitive information. Then he would sell that information to investors.”
“Insider trading?” she asked, her tone not quite as disbelieving as I had expected.
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. “Yeah.”
Stacy pressed her lips together and looked out the window.
I was a little surprised that she hadn’t tried to deny the news. When I looked at her, she had her head turned away from me and was staring out the passenger window. I could feel her anger as if it were a knife in my gut.
I sighed. “Maybe I’d better start from the beginning.”
She didn’t say anything, but the slight tilt to her head told me that, at the very least, she was listening.
I explained that Chuck had been offered a contract for big money to find information on Worldwind Avionics, something that wasn’t on the internet, but required a physical presence, and had come to me with a proposal.
“And you just went along with it?” Stacy asked, giving me a look that yelled, how could you be so stupid?
I shook my head. “I said no. I didn’t want any part of it.” I sighed. “But then I got in that accident at work yesterday.”
Stacy pursed her lips. “You thought you could score a payday and run before your parole officer found out about you getting fired.”
“Yeah.” I grabbed the steering wheel harder. “I couldn’t go back to jail. It would have destroyed my mother.” In a smaller voice, I added, “And it would have wrecked things between us.”
“You thought wrong,” Stacy said. “I’m not that shallow.”
I felt like an insect. “I’m sorry.”
Stacy asked, “So you changed your mind to help my brother and cash in? And how were you two going to explain all this afterward?”
I sank into the car seat. The truth was I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I had just assumed both Stacy and my mother would forgive us once we had the cash in hand.
Stacy lifted her hand to forestall any possible excuse. “Never mind. Just tell me what went wrong.”
I laid it all out for her. I explained everything from getting inside the building up to how I had changed my mind at the last minute and sent Chuck home.
Methodically, I gave Stacy a point-by-point account of what had happened in David’s office. I told her how the entire contract had been a setup to give him a patsy for his father’s murder. Trying my best, I recalled what Terence and David had said to one another, about inheriting the power.
Stacy interrupted. “You say it as if it’s something different from money or owning the company.”
I fell silent for a moment before telling the rest of the story.
An hour ago, I hadn’t believed what had happened in David’s office. Now, after experiencing the incredible force that had led me to destroy my house—and kill my mother—I had to face the possibility that something supernatural had possessed me.
“Before David shot his father, Terence said he was trying to hold ‘it’ in. The moment he died, I felt … an enormou
s surge of electricity run through me. When Al came at me, some kind of force welled up in me and it threw him across the room.”
I looked over. Her eyes were wide, disbelieving.
“At the house, I did the same thing to Al’s man, Tom, when he hit you.” Of course, Stacy had been unconscious at that point, and hadn’t witnessed anything that happened after that. No wonder she was looking at me as if I belonged in a psycho ward.
Stacy licked her lips. “What?” she asked after what seemed like an eternity. “You think you just suddenly got super powers?”
“As crazy as it sounds, yeah.” I nodded.
“This sounds … incredible.”
I said, “I know I sound crazy, but I swear it’s the truth.”
It took Stacy some time to absorb all the information I had given her. I couldn’t tell whether she believed it all, just parts of it, or thought I was crazy as a loon.
Without warning her, I hit the brakes and pulled over.
“What are you doing?” Stacy said.
I said, “I just saw an SUV turn onto your street ahead.”
Stacy looked around. “We’re four blocks from my street. How can you see that far?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. This morning, if I didn’t wear my glasses, I wouldn’t have been able to read a stop sign if I was standing right in front of it. Now, I can see everything.”
“And then some. I can’t see more than a block away. Are you sure about the SUV?”
I nodded. “It’s the same one Al used to drive me from the hangar to the parking lot yesterday.”
Stacy gave me a wide-eyed stare.
“All right, wait here,” I said, and turned off the ignition.
Stacy grabbed my arm before I could open the door and step out. “Wait, what are you doing?”
“I need to be sure.”
“Let’s just take off,” she said. “You told me you checked the house. Chuck isn’t there.”
Scanning the street ahead, I said, “We need to get back to your place and see if Chuck left any sign where he went.”
“There’s no need,” Stacy said, and there was a note in her voice that made me turn and look at her. There was a humorless smile on her face, as if she had put together the pieces of a puzzle and couldn’t quite believe the result.
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