by Dana Marton
“I want that.”
“Then you’ll bring Justin?”
That was a trick question. Keith knew she wouldn’t leave without her son. If she said she was going alone, he would know that she was lying. “I’m bringing Justin. I’ll bundle him up in the car. He probably won’t even wake up.”
“All right. I want you to drive south on Route 1. Take the Oxford exit. Pull over at the end of the off-ramp. How fast can you get there?”
“In another hour?” She wanted to give the police enough time to set up a trap. “Joe will probably head off to sleep once he gets out of the bathroom. He looked pretty beat.”
“This time, be there,” Keith said, and then the line went dead.
Joe was standing next to her. She passed him back the phone he’d given her. He made a call, listened. “Okay. Thanks.”
He put the phone away, a grim expression on his face. “The paint on the murder weapon in the Brogevich case is a perfect match to the paint in the hallway in your apartment building. Keith is officially wanted for murder.”
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
Joe kissed her eyebrow. “The tracking worked on the call. His cell was activated in Philadelphia. As soon as the call ended, he went off-line again.”
“How does he do that?”
“Takes the battery out. Looks like he knows that cell phones can be tracked even when they’re powered off. They’re not really powered off. If they were, the phone would lose track of time and other things. When you power off, the screen is powered off. But the phone still checks in with the nearest tower periodically. That can be tracked.”
“What do we do now?” She rubbed her hands together, her fingertips icy cold.
He took her hands and warmed them inside his. “You relax. I’ll set up everything.”
He kissed her on the lips this time, then went to work on that.
She fed Justin dinner, then called Sophie and asked if she could come over to watch him for a couple of hours. Putting Keith behind bars was the right thing to do. No matter what happened tonight, he would be out of their lives. She left Justin with his cheesy macaroni, then ran upstairs and grabbed some towels from the bathroom.
She rolled them up on her way back down the stairs and put Justin’s red coat on the roll, zipped up in the front. She tugged Justin’s hat over the end that hung out on top. Then she took her gun from the top of the fridge, slipped it into the car seat, placed the towel-roll kid on top, and strapped it in.
“Looking good,” Joe said as he came up behind her. “Everybody is getting into position. I called Amber. She’s coming over with Max. Jack is bringing Ashley and Maddie over, and he’ll stick around, hang out with the women and the kids.” He pulled her into his arms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. I have to. I need to end this.”
Sophie arrived first, with Peaches, which delighted Justin no end but made Pirate Prince shoot out the back door with an irritated hiss. Then Jack came with Ashley and seven-year-old Maddie. Amber popped in last, Max wide-eyed with excitement at the idea of a party.
And as Wendy stood in the middle of the small crowd, she couldn’t believe that everybody was here for her. She wasn’t alone. She was never going to be alone again. Her eyes misted as the women moved in for hugs and wished her safety, promising to watch over Justin.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Sophie said. “I’d be too chicken.”
Amber nodded. “Knock him dead.”
Wendy kissed Justin good night, a little longer than usual, then hurried to Joe, who was waiting for her by the front door. He had a bulletproof vest for her. “I want you to wear this.”
She shrugged into the vest with his help. “Thanks.”
“I could go in your place.”
“He’s not going to fall for that again. He’s not going to approach the car unless he clearly sees me behind the wheel.”
Joe nodded with reluctance. “I still hate this.”
“In another hour, it’ll be all over.”
He kissed her again. “All right. You drive down Route 1. I’ll drive the back roads. I’ll be in position by the time you get there. The second he shows, we’ll take him down. Keep your head down. Stay safe.”
“You too.” This time, she was the one who kissed him.
Amber gave a wolf whistle from the living room.
Jack called out, “Get a room.”
Wendy was smiling as she pulled her spring coat over the stiff vest and picked up the car seat, which was much lighter than usual.
They walked outside together. She went to her own car, and Joe strode to his cruiser. She strapped the car seat into the front so Keith could see from afar that she’d brought Justin. Then she went around the front and got behind the wheel.
Joe followed her to Route 1. She took the south ramp; he kept going straight.
She barely drove half a mile down the road when something shifted in the back seat, scaring a small scream out of her, and then Keith popped up with a gun to her head.
“Here we go. I thought I’d make sure there are no mix-ups this time. How about we skip Oxford tonight? Why don’t we take the next exit?”
He glanced at the bundle next to her. Shook his head, fury lacing his voice as he said, “Fucking liar.”
He unsnapped the car seat and pushed up between the two front seats, kept the gun aimed at her head with his left hand while he reached over with his right and opened the door. He shoved the car seat out to make room for himself, then plopped down on the passenger seat next to her.
She glanced in the rearview mirror at the car behind her swerving to avoid the car seat rolling in the middle of the road. Would the driver call the police? Her palms were sweaty on the steering wheel.
Keith watched her with an icy gaze, lowered his weapon to point at her chest, so it wouldn’t be seen by passing drivers. “I take it this is another setup?”
“The police made me do it.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me!”
She cringed. “Sorry. I’m so sorry, Keith.” But even as she said the words, something shifted inside her. She wasn’t sorry. She shouldn’t be the one apologizing. She shouldn’t be in danger because of him once again. She shouldn’t have to wonder whether she’d ever see her son again.
Yet when he dug the barrel of the gun between her ribs as he said, “Take the next exit,” she obeyed him.
His black van waited behind an out-of-business gas station. He held the gun on her as he forced her to switch vehicles. “You’re driving.”
The dome light went on when she got in, and as she glanced back, she caught sight of a row of red, plastic gasoline cans, along with rope and duct tape. She could have no doubt that Keith wanted to kill her. Fear froze her limbs.
“Go!” he barked the single word next to her, jamming his gun back against her ribs.
She turned the key in the ignition and cut through the lot, pulled into sparse traffic. Fear fought to put her on autopilot, make her obey whatever he said. Fear whispered, Don’t make him angry, and maybe he won’t hurt you so bad.
But she had another voice inside her, the voice of long-suppressed anger. She was no longer the woman who used to cower before Keith. The heady realization brought strength surging through her veins.
So when he said, “Turn up there,” instead of slowing down, she stepped on the gas.
He shoved the gun harder between her ribs. “Take the next turn!”
“No.” Instead, she whipped the steering wheel and spun the van in a U-turn, heading back toward the highway while the cans of gasoline rolled in the back.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She swung back on Route 1, then stepped on the gas like she meant it. Eighty-five miles per hour. Ninety.
“Slow down, you stupid bitch!”
“Roll down your window and throw the gun out,” she said, not exactly calmly, but she wasn’t panicking either.
He pulled the gun up. “I�
��ll shoot your fucking head off.”
“Then we both die. Wherever you want to take me, you’re taking me there to kill me. I die either way. Between the two of us, you have more to lose.”
He swore viciously. “You wouldn’t let Justin go like that. You kill yourself on the road, who will raise him?”
“Joe and Sophie will,” she said with certainty.
“You won’t kill yourself all knocked up. You’d kill your little bastard.”
“The baby is already dead.” She swallowed hard, swallowed the pain and the rage. She needed to focus on staying alive. “I’d rather go home to Justin. But dying while taking you out is better than dying and letting you live. You took too much from me. I’m not giving anything else, not without a price.”
Keith shook with barely controlled rage, grinding his teeth.
She had to get that gun away from him before he lost it. “I’m going to count to five.” She was going a hundred miles an hour now, in the left lane, passing a handful of cars so fast she couldn’t even see the drivers staring after her. “If you don’t throw out your gun by the time I reach the end, I’m going to drive head-on into the nearest tree, and we both take our chances.”
She pictured the fiery explosion with all the gasoline in the back.
Apparently, Keith was too, because he didn’t sneer. He was looking at the rapidly passing landscape with worry.
The speedometer showed one hundred and five.
“Five.” Wendy swallowed. “Four.” If a deer jumped in front of them, if she hit a bump or a pothole, that was it. Game over. “Three.”
He tried to grab the wheel away from her, but she hung on and stepped even harder on the gas.
“If we go off the road, we die. You better pray I don’t lose control.”
He let her go. Swore.
“Two.”
“I don’t need a gun to beat you to death. I can choke the life out of you with my bare hands.”
She said, “One.”
He rolled the window down and tossed the gun. “Slow down! You can’t drive.”
“Turns out, I can. I can do a lot of things. And I will. I’ve barely begun trying.”
“Slow the hell down!”
She wanted to. But if she did, he’d try to take control of the steering wheel. Desperate thoughts flitted through her head, until one came that might work. “Grab some duct tape from the back and tape your hands together.”
“I can’t tape my own hands together. I’d need my hands for that!” he shouted, his face red with anger.
“Use your mouth, use your knees, do whatever it takes. Can’t you do anything?” She repeated back the question she’d heard a million times when they’d been together. “I’ll slow down when your hands are tied.”
He swore again but went for the duct tape. He used his right hand to wrap the tape around his left wrist, then his mouth to roll the tape around the right, looping his wrists together. “Happy?”
He had nothing to cut with, so the roll hung next to his hands as he dropped them onto his lap.
“Stay on your side of the car.” She eased the speed back to ninety. “I lost the baby,” she said. “After you knocked me down and kicked me.”
“You slipped. You’re not putting that on me.”
No, he’d probably never serve time for that. She’d been in a car accident just days before, and miscarriage wasn’t uncommon in early pregnancy even if everything went smoothly. Nobody could prove that Keith had caused her to lose the baby.
“It’s the last thing that you will ever, ever take from me,” she promised. And she was glad that her gun had been lost with Justin’s car seat, because this way she didn’t have to fight the temptation to use it.
She dropped the speed to eighty, but didn’t slow more than that until she reached the Oxford exit. She took the exit, turned right, pulled off the road.
Keith grabbed for her throat before she could come to a full stop next to a Salvation Army drop-off container.
She jabbed her elbow into his Adam’s apple, then his face with all her strength, feeling more than a little satisfaction at the crunch as his nose broke. He screamed in pain.
She screamed with fury, “Don’t you ever touch me again!”
Then she cut the engine, took out the keys with her right hand as she rolled her window down with the left.
“I got him!” she called out. “I’m coming out. He’s unarmed.”
She bolted from the van, leaving the door open.
Two dark shapes popped up from the bushes. She recognized Bing, his gun aimed at the van as he rushed forward in a crouch. Then Joe ran for her, grabbed her, and ducked with her behind the Salvation Army container.
He held her so tight, she could barely breathe. “What in hell are you doing?”
“I got him,” she said proudly as she wiggled to get some air. “There are two loaded guns on the side of Route 1, somewhere between Broslin and here. He threw mine out of the car, and I made him throw out his.”
He stared at her. “We’ll find them.”
The captain was shouting somewhere by the road. “Okay. We got him! We got him!”
So Joe kissed her hard on the lips, then let her go at last and stepped forward, calling back two words, “Stay here.”
She followed him. And she was glad she did when she saw the expression on his face when Chase pulled Keith from the car, all tied up and unarmed. Harper rushed from the other side of the road to help.
Bing drew up an eyebrow as he shot Wendy an impressed look.
Joe moved forward to read Keith his rights.
But Keith lurched toward her. “I’m going to kill you, bitch!”
Joe paused long enough to deliver a right hook to his chin, sending Keith up and flying in the air before he crashed down on his back in a move that Wendy had only seen on TV and didn’t think was actually possible.
She stared as Chase dragged Keith to his feet while Joe kept on with the rights as a cruiser shot down the road, lights flashing but no sirens. Mike pulled over so Joe and Chase could put Keith in the backseat.
She stood where she was, her knees suddenly shaking. Bing came over to her and hugged her. “If you were a cop, I’d award you a commendation. You brought in a killer single-handed.” He pulled back, smiled. “But if it’s all the same to you, let’s tell Sophie the police saved the day. She’s going to kill me if she finds out I let that man within a hundred feet of you.”
She could almost smile back at him. Almost. Probably tomorrow. Right now, all she could do was not break out in tears of relief as she watched Mike and Harper drive away with Keith. “How long do you think they’ll put him away?”
“If I have anything to do with it, forever.”
Joe hurried back to her and caught the question too. “It’s over. He’s not going to hurt you ever again.” And the hard glint in his eyes said if Keith somehow ever managed to get out on parole, an unfortunate accident was going to happen to him on the way to the bus station.
Joe glanced at Bing, drawing up a dark eyebrow.
Bing nodded. “We’re done here. You two go home. Tell Sophie I’ll be home in an hour.”
Joe took Wendy’s hand. “Come on.” He could probably feel her shaking inside, because he added, “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I promise it’s not going to happen again.”
Funny thing was, when Joe said it, she believed him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The station filled up by five p.m. on Jack Sullivan’s last day as a detective at Broslin PD. Leila let it be known that she’d be bringing in a cake. Everyone was there, whether they were on shift or not. Ashley came with her daughter, Wendy with her son, and Sophie. A dozen or so outsiders showed up too, people Jack had saved one way or another during his time with the Broslin PD.
“You can come back anytime you want. These doors will be always open for you.” The captain finished his impromptu speech, and Leila rolled the cake out. But before she could cut in as people clapped, the
captain held up a hand. “I have a few more announcements to make.”
Everyone quieted.
“I would like to take this time to announce the promotion of Officer Joe Kessler to detective.” He grinned at Joe. “Congratulations, Detective.”
Joe stood there, stunned. “Thank you, Captain.”
Then Wendy was giving him a hug, and everyone came over to shake his hand, the captain in the lead.
When that commotion settled down, the captain raised a hand to regain the attention of the room. “Also, on the good-news side.” A smile split his face nearly in two. “My little brother, Hunter, is coming home from Afghanistan. His third tour of duty is finished.”
The cheer that rose filled the station. Hunter was a great guy. There wasn’t anybody present who didn’t say a prayer for him on a daily basis.
When that excitement abated at last, and Leila picked up the knife to turn to the cake once again, the captain said, “Not yet.”
Bing took Sophie’s hand and tugged her into the middle of the station. And then, as she watched with a puzzled expression on her face, the captain slowly went down to one knee. He pulled a red velvet box from his pocket.
The silence was absolute. Even the phones didn’t dare ring.
“Sophie Curtis. I don’t know why God brought you into my life. Lord knows, I don’t deserve you. This place is my second home. These people are my family. The station is part of my life. If you take me on, this is what you’ll be taking on.” He gave a quick smile. “Fair warning. I mean, take a good look at these goofballs.”
Sophie smiled, but her lips were trembling.
“So I’m asking you right here. Do you think you could put up with the phone calls in the middle of the night and with all my bad habits, and marry me?”
She didn’t look like she could speak, but she solved that problem by throwing herself into the captain’s arms. He caught her and held her steady as wild clapping broke out around them, the guys whistling.
Joe looked at Wendy. Ah hell. How on earth was a man supposed to top this?
He wanted her, forever and ever.
And the look on her face as she watched the happy couple in the middle gave him hope. Her eyes softened, longing stealing into her gaze.