Breathe (65 page)

“Little kid slipped this to me and took off,” he said to Chace and that prickle on his neck started biting. “Thought I’d wait until the end, you know, what with this bein’ a big deal for Faye and all.”

Chace took the note that had his name printed on the outside in Malachi’s writing and opened it, Faye crowding him close and he could feel her tension.

It said in Malachi’s handwriting,

She’s here. It’s safe to do it now.

I’ll be at the shed.

Silas and Sondra pushed through, Silas announcing, “Our lil’ bugger took off. Can’t find him anywhere. I’ll go to the restroom –”

“Note, Silas,” Chace stated tersely, lifting up the note, Silas took it but Chace was looking around. He found Deck at the back, chatting up a blonde and he whistled. The second the sound pierced the air, Deck’s neck twisted and Chace got his eyes. Chace jerked up his chin. Deck did too, coming his way.

“What? I don’t get it. What’s safe?” Silas asked, heavy concern threading his tone.

“Everything all right?” Ty asked.

“Who is
she?
” Faye whispered and her tone, a tone he understood because he felt its cold crawling through his system, made Chace look down at her.

Before he could speak, he heard Deck say, “Yo. What?”

Chace looked at Deck and told him, “Something’s going down with Malachi. At the shed.”

“I’m on it,” Deck stated immediately, turning to move the other way.

“I’m going too,” Faye put in. Chace looked down at her and opened his mouth but she got there before him, squaring her shoulders. He knew by that and the worried look in her eye, he was fucked. “I’m going too,” she repeated firmly.

“All right, baby,” he muttered.

“Mary Eglund is a serious pain in the ass,” Krys announced, making it to their huddle, Bubba following in her wake and Chace saw Tate, Lauren and Jonas also hitting their group.

“Something’s going down with the kid,” Ty told Tate.

“What kid?” Max asked from behind them, Nina, he and their kids had moved up the center aisle and were down the bench from them.

“We need to go, Chace,” Faye whispered, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. “We need to go, go,
go.
”

She was losing it.

“You need help?” Tate asked.

“Yes,” Chace answered, turning, positioning and taking Faye with him so they were facing all of them. “Malachi’s his name. Silas, pass the note around,” he ordered and continued when Silas did as he asked. “Faye and I are heading to Sioux Street, eastern dead end where it meets up with Cherokee. Deck’ll be there. We need men in that wood to fan out and look for him.”

“What’s this shed?” Max asked, looking up from the note Tate walked down to him.

“Ramshackle, ‘bout a twelve minute walk, if you do it sedate, going direct east with a hint north,” Chace answered.

“He wants you at the shed, why do you need men in those woods?” Ty asked.

“Because, there’s someone in those woods who could hurt him. They have before, they’ll do it again. He thinks it’s safe. I wanna make sure it is,” Chace responded, feeling Faye get more and more tense at his side.

“I’ll call Deke,” Tate muttered, turning toward Lauren.

“I’ll call Wood,” Ty stated, looking down at Lexie.

“I’ll call it into CPD,” Max said, pulling his phone out.

“I’m with you,” Silas declared then looked down at Sondra, yanking his keys out of his pocket. “You go home.”

“Silas,” she whispered.

“Go home, honey. Stay close to the phone,” Silas replied.

“I want to look too,” she told him.

“And he needs someone at home if he has to make his way there,” Silas returned gently.

She nodded.

“Baby, you go with Sondra,” Bubba said quietly to Krys and Krystal, her eyes on Sondra, nodded as well.

“Chace,” Faye’s voice was trembling and her hand in his tightened so tight, it drew pain, “we have
to go.
”

Chace nodded down into her pale face, he looked to Silas and he ordered, “Let’s go.”

And with a glance through their friends, they left.

* * * * *

“What you got?” Chace said into his phone as he moved through the slush, mud and over the wet rock of the thawing wood, hearing Faye moving five feet behind him at his right flank, Deck moving through the wet brush ten feet in front of him slightly to his left.

“At the shed, no Malachi,” Silas answered in his ear.

“Sit on it, Silas,” Chace ordered.

“Been sittin’ on it forty-five minutes, Chace,” Silas retorted.

“Sit on it longer,” Chace returned.

“Rather be lookin’,” Silas fired back.

“He approaches that shed, he’ll need someone there he can trust,” Chace informed him.

“That could be Faye,” Silas shot back.

“Who’re we talkin’ about?” Chace asked shortly.

He got silence for moment then, “Damn it.”

Silas knew Faye would no sooner sit at a shed and not be looking for Malachi then Chace would. Or, apparently, Silas wanted to do.

“Got you wrapped around her finger,” Silas muttered in his ear cantankerously.

“You want that another way?” Chace asked, tiring of the conversation.

“Take your point.” Silas kept muttering.

“Are we done?” Chace asked.

“Find him, son,” Silas whispered then disconnected.

Chace shoved the phone in his back pocket and kept moving through the wood along the sheer cliff face. He saw Deck’s light cutting the night in front of him as well as Faye’s behind him. They walked in silence, following Deck’s lead. In the last weeks, Deck had been out there at least a dozen times, combing the area north to south, climbing the rock face, following wildlife trails that led nowhere, finding nothing but getting the lay of the land. They’d been at it nearly an hour and were well north of town, beyond the town limits, moving slowly upwards. If they walked another half hour and shifted west, they’d be on Tate Jackson’s front deck.

They hadn’t even picked up tracks.

“We’re getting far away, Chace,” Faye called, her voice tight.

Fear and concern.

“Keep lookin’, honey,” Chace replied.

“It’s getting late,” she told him.

“Keep lookin’.”

“And cold.”

He heard a sharp whistle and stopped dead, aiming his light toward Deck.

Deck was aiming his light to his fingers, two of which were moving in a motion of walking then he swung his light to the forest floor.

He’d found tracks.

Faye rushed up to his side.

“Quiet, Faye, as quiet as you can be. Follow, stay behind me. Let’s go,” Chace ordered, Faye nodded then he moved swiftly and as silently as he could to Deck.

When they reached him, Deck continued to move through the forest.

Chace and Faye followed and Chace saw the tracks. At hearing Faye’s quick intake of breath, he knew she saw them too.

Five minutes passed into ten and then Deck stopped abruptly, lifting up a hand.

Chace and Faye stopped behind him. Chace moved carefully to his side where he halted, using an arm to sweep Faye behind him and putting his hand to his gun at his belt.

There was movement.

“Lights,” Chace murmured and turned his flashlight off, Deck’s followed half a second later then Faye’s went out.

They listened to the sounds of approach and Chace trained his eyes through the dark at where it was coming from. From the noises, he couldn’t get a sense of what they were dealing with, child, adult or both. They didn’t talk, didn’t make anything but the noise of footfalls in the snow, mud and the brushing of branches.

Then they came clear. Chace knew Faye saw them the minute he did for she sucked in another audible breath.

Through the dark, Malachi in his new jeans and a sweater and he was holding the hand of a little girl, maybe five, six, in a thin, pale-colored nightgown, Malachi’s coat hanging on her, barefoot, hair a scraggly mess coming out from under Malachi’s hat, face dirty, thin as a fucking rail.

The children didn’t notice them until they were four feet away. When they did, they rocked to a halt, their heads tipped back sharply and the girl whimpered in alarm, ducking behind Malachi.

Chace braced to run after them if they took off but they didn’t.

Shocking the shit out of Chace, his eyes locked to him, Malachi shuffled forward two feet and stopped.

Then his face cracked in a huge smile and he whispered in a scratchy voice, “Finally got her. Rebecca. My sister.”

His sister. His fucking sister.

Chace was right. There was a sibling. All he’d done was for her.

Faye leaned heavily into the side of his back and whispered, “My sister.”

Then he felt her body buck and he knew she was fighting tears.

Chace had to hope she could hold it together as he leaned back a bit to give her the cue, she took her weight from him and he crouched low.

“Rebecca’s got no shoes on, Malachi. It’s cold, snowy and muddy. Can I carry her home?” he asked.

Malachi looked at Chace then twisted his neck to look at his sister then he looked back at Chace and nodded.

Chace carefully lifted one hand toward Rebecca, she cowered back behind Malachi and whimpered.

Malachi’s scratchy voice came back. “It’s okay, Becky.”

“Doan wanna,” she murmured.

More of Malachi’s rough, quiet whisper. “He got me a sleeping bag.”

“Doan wanna.”

“He’s nice.”

“Doan wanna!”

“Becky, honey, look at me.”

This came from Faye who had moved and was now crouching beside Chace.

She spoke again when Becky peered fearfully from around Malachi.

“I’m Faye. This is Chace,” she motioned to him then she tipped her head up to Deck so both kids tilted their heads way back to look at Deck. “That gentle giant is Jacob Decker. It’s cold, sweetheart, and you need some food in your belly.” At the mention of food, Becky’s eyes shot back to Faye and, at what this said, Chace’s gut twisted. “You can walk with us, of course, but we’d get you warmed up and food in you a lot faster if you let Chace carry you.”

There was nothing then, softly, “Gentle giant?”

“Yeah, he’s big but he’s sweet,” Faye told her.

“What’s he?” Becky asked, pressing into Malachi but jerking her chin to Chace.

“He’s a white knight on a fiery steed except his steed comes in the form of an SUV and it’s not fiery. It’s burgundy.”

Becky kept pressing into her brother then she whispered, “Did he buy Miah a sleeping bag?”

Miah?

Faye wisely didn’t question the name. She just answered, “Yes, honey, he got him a sleeping bag and camp cutlery and candy bars and energy drinks and lots of stuff. That’s what white knights do. They save damsels in distress but they also look after kids who don’t have it very good.”

Becky’s eyes moved over Chace in the moonlight.

Then slowly she shifted out from behind Malachi, took two steps toward him and lifted her hand his way. Moving carefully, Chace reached out toward her.

Her little, pale fingers curled around his.

He cautiously moved forward and slowly swung her up in his arms.

Then he whispered, “Let’s get them home,” and moved swiftly through the wood.

“Take my hand, sweetheart,” he heard from behind him and he knew Faye was looking after Malachi but Chace didn’t miss a step.

But when her little, trembling body caught his attention, he stopped, put her down gently, shrugged off his jacket, wrapped it low around her in an effort to cover her legs and feet and lifted her back up.

While he was doing that, he heard Deck ask Malachi, “Piggyback?” which meant if Deck carried Malachi, they could keep up.

The scratchy voice came back, a hint of excitement in it, “Yeah.”

Chace forged through the forest hearing them coming after him.

After five minutes he heard Deck’s, “Gentle giant?”

Then he heard Faye’s, “Shut up.”

He did not smile. The girl in his arms was freezing, dirty, underfed and her brother just saved her from some unknown “she” who was at the town meeting.

Five minutes later he heard Deck’s, “White knight on a fiery steed?”

Then he heard Faye’s, “Deck, shut…
up
.”

Then he heard Malachi’s laugh.

Only then did he smile.

But it was not a big one.

* * * * *

Chace forced himself to drive slower than the speed limit on his way to the hospital. He did this to give himself time to control his fury.

He’d just left the Station. They were processing Enid Eglund for homicide and kidnapping while her sister Mary blustered to the Cap in the reception area.