Locking up your sister will do that.
The smell of the house fire from three streets away permeated the night air. Luckily the houses in Independents were built on such large lots that the fear of the fire spreading throughout the town was nonexistent. Still, the kids in the volunteer fire department cranked up the old fire truck and brought it over for safety and practice. They doused the flames, but the smoldering continued.
In a funny way, the smell of smoke reminded Jimmy of family campouts and his knees rattled with tremors. Everyone in Independents suffered from losses. When the parents died along with all the other grownups, losses became the acceptable norm. But when Jimmy thought he’d lost his little brother, it was all he could do to keep from rushing inside that blazing inferno to make certain Hunter wasn’t in there.
“Did Vanessa go home?” Mark spoke the way people did late at night while telling stories around a campfire, his voice distant and eerie.
“Yeah,” Jimmy said. “She left to give the babysitter a break. Sounds like you two have been tied up all day with the group from Iowa.”
Mark shook his head wearily. “Damn! I forgot about them. Molly picked a great time to lose her freaking mind. I wonder what they’re thinking.”
Jimmy shrugged. “I could care less right now. Hunter and Scout haven’t returned yet. Something’s wrong and I’m betting Chase from Iowa is somehow responsible.”
“You want me to watch the house they’re staying in?”
“No, I’ll have Samuel do it. You go home to Vanessa. She probably needs you right now.” Jimmy didn’t bother to say Mark probably needed her just as much. He shivered as the cold wind picked up, but he felt warmth radiating from Ginger and pulled her closer.
“Did Molly say anything?”
Eyeing Ginger and Jimmy, Mark paused with a slight smile, as though something just occurred to him. “No, she didn’t.” His smile vanished. “She fell on the cot and faced the wall. I tried asking her why she did it, but she ignored me. I don’t know what to do, Jimmy. I mean, I’m the sheriff and all, but she’s my sister.”
“I know it’s tough right now, but we’ll figure something out tomorrow.”
Mark shook his head again. “I don’t understand how Molly could set a house on fire. Something must have happened for her to go off like that; something with your brother.”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing,” Jimmy said.
Mark folded his arms over his chest. “I didn’t like it when they started seeing each other. It all happened too quickly.”
“I didn’t encourage it. Hunter doesn’t listen to me anyways.”
“Molly doesn’t listen to me either, but I never expected her to cause trouble like this.”
Jimmy shared a glance with Ginger. He was hardly surprised by Molly’s actions and figured Ginger was even less amazed by what her co-worker had done.
“We’ll help her somehow,” he said. “I’m sure it’ll all work out.”
Ginger nodded. “She can be tough sometimes, but together we’ll figure out the best way to help her.”
“Thanks,” Mark said. “I know Molly can be a serious pain. I’m sure she’s even worse to work with. I haven’t been around for her a lot lately.”
“We do what we can,” Jimmy said.
Mark’s slight smile returned. “So when’s the official announcement?”
“What announcement?”
“You two. I’d ask Jimmy if it was serious, but he’s always serious, isn’t he?”
“Pretty much,” Ginger said. Jimmy mocked wounded pride and pulled away from her, but she held onto him tightly. “That’s why I like him,” she added.
“Just like?” Mark asked.
A smile grew on Ginger’s face, bright as any wheat field on a sunny day. Her transformation mirrored Jimmy’s own.
“Yeah…” Mark said. “I better get home and see how Vanessa’s doing.”
“Do you want somebody to watch over Molly tonight?” Jimmy asked.
Mark glanced toward the sheriff’s office and then at his shoes. “She’s not going anywhere.” He hiked up the collar of his heavy coat against the cold wind, stepped onto the cobbled street and hopped over a pothole. “Come get me if anything else happens. Otherwise, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight,” Jimmy and Ginger said together, and then they giggled.
Jimmy woke with the night pressing down on him, unsure of where he was, surrounded by the scent of flowers. Muffled whispering behind a closed door tugged at his consciousness. When a loud thud sounded and someone hissed, “Be quiet,” he became fully awake.
He jerked upright, realized he was still dressed, and recalled lying down next to Ginger and falling asleep. In his head, he heard Samuel laughing. Ginger was still dressed too. Her eyes were open with fear shining in their depths.
“Someone’s in the house,” she whispered.
Jimmy pushed his finger to his lips and signaled for her to climb out of bed. He pointed to the closet, but she shook her head in refusal. He frowned until she folded her arms across her chest, convincing him that her hiding wasn’t going to happen.
“What are you doing in my room?” The wall dampened Catherine’s voice. “Oh, it’s you.”
Jimmy and Ginger stared at each other. Jimmy broke eye contact and searched for a weapon. He was out of luck unless he wanted to hurl flowerpot projectiles.
“I’m not going to let you ruin this for me by saving that tall farm boy,” Jimmy heard Chase say. “Grab her and let’s get out of here.”
Panic flashed through Jimmy. He pointed at Ginger. “Go get help.” And then he shot through the door, rounded the corner and slammed into a solid mound of flesh. Patrick used Jimmy’s surprise against him and flipped him to the ground in the narrow hallway. Faster than Jimmy could react, he was being pummeled by heavy fists, first in the face, and then on the body, as if the big kid were wielding a sledge hammer.
A break came in the beating as Patrick tumbled over Jimmy into the living room with Ginger riding on the big kid’s back, pulling out fistfuls of his red hair. Without much effort, Patrick reached behind his head, grabbed hold of Ginger’s arms and hurled her into the wall. She hit the floor, flipped over and bounced up instantly, ready to get right back into the middle of the fight again.
Anger and a protective instinct channeled through Jimmy with a furious roar. He charged in low, heaved the big kid up and plowed him to the floor like he was trying to bury him under the crawlspace. Jimmy plunged a knee into Patrick’s stomach, satisfied by the boy’s anguished cry, and started swinging wildly. A couple of his punches bashed into Patrick’s chest with the similar feel of punching a tree trunk.
“Run! Go get help!” Jimmy yelled at Ginger.
She stumbled for the door while Jimmy kept laying blows. The big kid twisted underneath him and tried to buck him off, but Jimmy was not letting him up. He knew his life depended on keeping Patrick down.
Something hard slammed Jimmy in the side of the head and knocked him into the wall. His eyes blurred as he caved to the floor.
“Thanks for the help,” Patrick said.
“The pleasure’s all mine.”
The voice—female—sounded familiar. Jimmy struggled, focusing his blurry vision to look around and raise himself up.
“Now let’s have a little fun,” Patrick said.
Jimmy cried out once when Patrick began kicking him. Then he tried to cover up as his ribs gave way. He lay trapped in a heap against the wall and the big redheaded kid laughed like a maniacal serial killer while kicking him over and over.
“That’s enough,” Chase said.
Jimmy suffered through each breath he took. He never knew that this kind of pain was possible. Every inch of his body, inside and out, felt busted.
Chase bent down to face him. “We’re leaving now and we’re taking the girl. If you come after us, I will kill
