this new perspective. We were heading toward something that was likely to get very confusing, and there was no time for confusion. “Okay. Megan, there’s something here that has to be said, and you’re not going to like it.” She didn’t look at me.
“Look,” I started, “I need to know… I mean, Eric’s been a friend. He’s been a good friend. But this is…”
Debra surprised me then, both by butting in and by what she said when she did. “Eric just found a way to do what you wanted to do, Lee. What
“He took Zachary!” How could she say such a thing? “He took him to Larry!”
“When Jim and the rest of the council decided to let Larry go,” she continued, “you and Eric argued loudest against it. You didn’t want to leave things alone either, did you?”
“Of course not!” I snapped. “But I didn’t kidnap anyone! I didn’t say ’Hey, Eric, let’s go kidnap someone and take them to Larry so Rejas’ll have to come after him!’ And I sure as
Megan spoke then. “Andrew was Eric’s son. Eric couldn’t just sit by while everyone let his son’s killer walk away!”
Ken stepped in. “So that gives him the right to set your brother up to be killed too?”
Megan looked at him for a second. “What would you have done if Larry had killed Cindy and everyone had let him go?” She turned to me. “I don’t even have to ask you. You taught me. I already know your answer. If Larry had killed Mom, you wouldn’t have rested until you’d caught him and made him wish he’d never been born.” She was right. She knew it, and I knew it.
“Well guess what? Eric loved his son.” Tears were running down her cheeks, but her voice was eerily calm. “So did I, and Larry took him away from me.
“I was going to find him. I was going to use every trick I ever learned from any of you, and I was going to make sure he never killed anyone’s husband or wife or child ever again!”
She stopped and took a deep breath before turning back to me. “But now you want to know what I’m going to do when we get to Larry? Am I going to help you get Zach, or will I be so caught up with getting Larry that I’ll be useless to you? Right?”
“Yeah, basically. This is hard for all of us, Megan. And there’s more to it than that. What are you going to do if it turns out that we have to kill Eric?”
Everyone started talking at once. No one else had even considered that.
“I can’t believe you even brought that up.” Megan shook her head, her expression shifting from disbelief to disappointment, and finally resolving into sudden anger. “I’m sorry I ever told you any of this.” She turned away and headed for the door.
“Megan, wait!”
She stopped, but didn’t turn back. “I’ve got nothing more to say to any of you.”
“Megan, I understand this is painful for you, but you have to know that if Eric harms Zachary, he’s no better than Larry. And to keep that from happening, I’ll do whatever I have to.”
Her shoulders slumped a bit, but she nodded. “I know. And if it comes to that, so will I. Just don’t expect me to like it. And don’t ever expect me to like you asking me to choose like this.”
“Your Dad isn’t the one that’s put us in this situation, Megan,” Debra said. “Eric’s done this on his own. Don’t lose sight of that.”
Megan stalked out without another word. The echo of the door slamming was the only sound in the house for several seconds. I turned back to the others. “Did I overdo it? Am I wrong?”
No one spoke at first. Finally, Ken shook his head. “That’s not a question any of the rest of us can really answer, Lee.” He pursed his lips as if considering his next words carefully. “Cindy and I love you guys like family, just like you said a minute ago, but the truth is, as much as we may care for Zachary, he isn’t
He looked like he wanted to say more, but wasn’t sure how. Finally, he took Cindy’s hand, and the two of them started for the front door. As they started to step outside, Cindy stopped and turned around. For the first time since she and Ken had walked in the house, she spoke to me. “Leeland? We may not have ever had a child kidnapped before, but we’ve never had a child murdered like Eric has, either.” She turned, and the two of them left.
Damn, I hated it when they did that.
The crowd I had seen when I let Ken and Cindy in still milled out front. In fact, when Debra and I stepped out, I saw that it had grown from the dozen or so I had seen earlier to more than twice that number. Sarah Graham stepped forward.
“Heya, Sensei.” She turned to indicate the group gathered in the yard. A lump formed in my throat as I regarded the faces gathered there-Billy, Mark, Rene, and others that I had grown to know well over the last few months. At the back of the group, Jim waved to me. I returned the gesture as Sarah, who had somehow become the unofficial spokesperson, continued, “We all decided it might be better if we finished things with Larry. We don’t feel he really understood how unwelcome he is in these parts.”
She asked in all seriousness, “You want to come with us? We could use your help.”
For the first time, I understood how much it frustrated people to have to listen to me as I tried to joke off a serious matter. Still, I appreciated what Sarah was trying to do, meet me on my own terms, so to speak. Too choked up to reply immediately, I could only nod. Then, after I swallowed the lump in my throat, I answered as simply as I could. “Yeah, I would. I’d like to come.”
Debra stepped forward and hugged Sarah tightly. “Thanks.” She turned to the rest of the group. “Thank you all.”
As we walked through, our friends parted before us, and I again saw Jim leaning alone against one of the captured Humvees. I walked over to him.
The mayor seemed uncomfortable as he cleared his throat, not wanting to meet my eyes. “I can’t go with you, Lee. Too many folks here lookin’ to me, now.”
“I understand. I didn’t expect you to pack up and leave. It’s not your responsibility.”
The mayor examined his boots for a moment. “Yeah. Still…” He tossed me a set of keys and patted the side of the vehicle he leaned against. “Roads bein’ what they are these days, it’ll probably take you a day or two to get to Bixby. There’s enough supplies in the back to last you for a week. Extra gas in the jerry cans on back. Also, I kinda spread the word around town that anybody that didn’t have nothin’ better to do might consider takin’ a road trip with y’all. ’Course with what these folk have all been through, I don’t know if it’ll do much good. Still, it might scrounge up a few more hands for you.”
“Thanks, Jim. I appreciate it.”
Then, James Kelland did something that caught me completely by surprise, something I would never have suspected him capable of doing. He buried his machismo, leaned forward, and hugged me tight. “You come back to us, you sumbitch. You hear?”
“I hear you. And I promise not to scratch up your fancy new car, either.”
“Yeah.” He slapped the hood of the banged-up vehicle. “Well, just make sure you don’t.” He turned and walked away.
Simply as that, it was time for us to go. Our clan climbed into Jim’s Humvee, all of us but Megan, who pointedly took a seat elsewhere. The others boarded whatever vehicles they had. I surveyed the pitifully small group and shook my head.
Ken noticed. “Less than thirty people, armed with less than a dozen firearms and an assortment of hand weapons, chasing after three times as many men armed with machine guns and who knows what other hardware.”
He inspected the group and shrugged. “Hell. It isn’t the first time the odds have been stacked against us, is it?” He was right, of course.
But as we drove through town, our odds grew increasingly better. We picked up additions to our convoy at nearly every other street. By the time we left the Rejas city limits, we had more than tripled our number.
It reminded me of a scaled-down version of the battle we had recently won. Superior numbers, inferior firepower, and though we had won that one, it had cost us tremendously.
