Darker Things (The Lockman Chronicles #1) (29 page)

Mom straightened and turned toward the group, a scowl on her face. “I want to find the motherfucker who threatened my family. Where do we go from here?”

Jessie tried to swallow, found she couldn’t. She had never heard her mom—not ever, ever,
ever
—use the F-word. What the fuck was up with her?

“Something’s wrong with Mom,” Jessie said.

Lockman leaned in the archway connecting the kitchen with the living room, listening to Creed and Rodriguez argue over strategies to infiltrate the factory building Tanner had given up during interrogation. Lockman had some ideas of his own, but he let the two men bicker a bit because they used to do it all the time back in the day and Lockman knew they were reliving some of those glory days now. They’d had a lot more men and resources back then, though.

Lockman turned to Jessie. “What’s that?”

Jessie glanced toward the kitchen table where everyone had gathered, Kate included. She stood looking over the map of the area Creed had pulled out and spread on the table, her arms crossed, gaze focused as tightly as sunlight through a magnifying glass.

“Can we talk?” she whispered.

Lockman backed out of the kitchen. He strode through the living room and out the front door. Jessie came out with him and he closed the door and took a seat on the porch steps.

Jessie sat next to him. “Something is wrong with Mom.”

“You noticed, too?”

“What’s going on?”

He looked up at the blue sky full of thick, clean clouds. The humidity had abated some, which made the heat bearable in small doses. “I’m not sure. I’m worried Dolan might have done something to her when he had her.”

“Like what?”

“Who knows? The way he plays with mojo it could be anything.”

“No.” She grabbed his arm. “I just got her back. I’m not going to lose her to some…
anything
. We have to know what he did.”

A knot tightened in Lockman’s chest at the sight of Jessie’s desperate look. “Might be she’s just shaken up.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“You know me by now. I like to stay cautious.”

“Then how do we find out what’s happened to her?”

Lockman craned his neck and looked off toward the barn. “There’s one person might know.”

Jessie watched him slip into the side door to the barn and close it behind him. She tried to imagine what kind of setup they had in there. All she could put together came from bits and pieces of television shows and action movies. Tanner tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth. A metal tray with instruments that belonged in some mad dentist’s office.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook away the images.

Back inside, she stood where Craig had when she pulled him aside. Mom still stood at the table with Creed, Rodriquez, and Rand. No sign of Alec, though. Rand tapped on the map with a thick finger, now part of the debate between Mr. Creed and Rodriguez. Mom’s gaze followed the argument as it bounced back and forth between the men. She looked obsessed. A suburban housewife suddenly interested in military strategy with an eye toward vengeance.

A toilet flushed down the hall.

Jessie looked toward the sound.

Alec came out of the bathroom and started down the hall. He jerked to a halt when he saw her. His eyes widened. He put a finger to his lips.

That’s when Jessie noticed the gun with the long barrel in his other hand. She realized the barrel was so long because he had a silencer or suppressor on it. She opened her mouth to shout, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the hall.

He pressed the gun barrel against her forehead, leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I plan on sparing you and your mom. Don’t make me change my mind.”

She gaped at him, her brain scrambling to make sense of what was happening. Moments ago he was acting nicer toward her than Mom; now he held a gun to her head.

“Nod if you understand what I said.”

She nodded even though she didn’t understand any of it.

He let go of his grip on her hair and put an arm around her shoulders to guide her back down the hall and into the bathroom. “Sit,” he whispered and pointed at the closed toilet seat.

She sat, her arms cold and crawling with gooseflesh. Her throat pumped in time with the beat of her heart. “Why are you doing this?”

“Not another word.” He bent and opened the cupboards under the sink, rummaged through the contents, knocking over plastic bottles of mouthwash, rubbing alcohol, and peroxide. Unsatisfied with his findings, he stood, not bothering to clean up or close the cupboards. He stared at Jessie for an eternity, though he didn’t look like he saw her at all. “I don’t have time to find something to tie you up. So here’s the deal. You stay right there, keep this door shut, and don’t make a sound no matter what you hear, I’ll let your mom live. Got it?”

The tears welled up despite her efforts to hold them back. She had done so much crying, had spent so much time being afraid. She was sick to death of it. Couldn’t take it anymore.

Maybe she didn’t have to.

If she had managed to focus her mind and make Tanner shoot himself, she could do something similar with Alec.

“Got it?” Alec repeated.

She nodded.

He eyed her like he didn’t believe her.

She stared right back and let the tears roll free. Her fear, her anger, her confusion—she could use it all to power her own magic.

What about the blood?

No. She didn’t need blood. She believed if there was wicked magic, there must be good, no matter what Craig might think.

Finally Alec came to some internal decision. He left the bathroom and closed her inside.

Okay, focus.

Unlike Tanner, Alec didn’t have a gun with no safety tucked in his pants. She didn’t know enough about guns to imagine a scenario where his weapon could malfunction in a way that would hurt him. Something else, then. Make him trip and fall. Before he had a chance to take the others by surprise.

Jessie closed her eyes and pictured Alec creeping down the hall. She conjured such a vivid movie in her mind she could hear his actual footsteps in time with those in her vision.

A loose floorboard? No. Hall had carpet. How many times had Jessie tripped over her own feet? Everyone did. Alec could, too.

She worked at seeing him in her mind’s eyes move a foot too close to the floor, his sole catching on the carpet knap, throwing his balance, causing him to stumble, drop the gun, stagger out of the hall into view of the others in the kitchen, then flop to the floor, the gun in plain sight, everyone’s gaze jerking to the gun, then back to Alec, putting the scene together, realizing his intent, then rushing him before he could recover, tackling him, holding him down, questioning him, getting answers to…

A strange metallic hiccup sound cut through her concentration and shattered the movie playing behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes at the second sound. The sound of something heavy thumping to the floor. Actually, two somethings, one close after the first. Then a shout. Mr. Creed?

Another hiccup.

Another thump to the floor.

Then a shrieking voice. Mom. Her exact words muffled through the walls.

Alec’s deep voice responded. More confused conversation between both of them.

Jessie stared at the bathroom door.

It hadn’t worked.

Could she run for it?

Craig was right. The Tanner thing was just dumb luck…

Could she get out of the bathroom and through the front door before Alec shot her in the back? Or worse, shot Mom?

…dumb luck or bad magic, fueled by blood. Am I really capable of that?

She stood, approached the door, reached for the knob.

The door swung open, nearly knocking Jessie across the face if she hadn’t jumped back in time. Alec stood in the hall, his gun pressed into the small of Mom’s back. He looked at the toilet seat where he’d left her, then into her eyes. “You never were one for doing what you’re told.”

“I’m a teenager. I rebel.” Her efforts to sound glib fell flat at the first crack in her voice.

“You’ve got bite, I’ll give you that.”

Mom stood stiffly, offering no words of comfort or complaint. As if she had already given up.

“Mom?”

Her gaze, which had stared toward the floor, moved up to Jessie. “It’s okay, honey. We’ll be all right.”

What the hell was going on with her? With Alec? Everyone she knew had gone nuts. Except Craig. Who was out in the barn with Tanner. Their only hope of getting out of this now.

“Did you kill them?” she asked. “Mr. Creed? Rand? Rodriguez?”

Alec shrugged. “Nothing personal.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s finally time for me to get back to my real life. I’m so tired of pretending I can stand the smell of you two.”

She had never gotten along with Alec. Had told him a few times, in fits of anger, that she had hated him. But the naked animosity he now showed for her and Mom still felt like a betrayal and a loss.

Jessie looked to Mom for some reaction. She didn’t look nearly as fazed as Jessie. “Are you listening to him? He’s been lying to us all along.”

“It’s terrible,” her mom said without the faintest hint of emotion. “What happens now?”

Alec pointed his gun in at Jessie. “I have to tie you two up while I take care of Mr. Lockman. Then I’m trading you to Dolan for my real family.”

Jessie’s stomach turned. “All this time you pretended to be a husband and father to people you don’t care about to save your own family?”

Alec waved her a hand at her. “Come on out of there. Let’s go.”

She obeyed.

He guided them both back into the kitchen. Jessie’s stomach twisted inside-out when she saw the three men on the floor. The puddles of blood looked like red glass in the sunlight streaming through the windows. “You didn’t have to kill them.”

He pulled out two chairs from the table to a clear spot on the kitchen floor, away from the blood. “Both of you, sit.”

Mom took her seat without protest. This convinced Jessie once and for all that Dolan had messed with her somehow, and she hoped Craig was getting answers, or already had them so he could get his ass back here to rescue them.

“Sit,” Alec said to Jessie while pressing his gun barrel against the back of Mom’s skull.

Jessie squeezed back the bawling that wanted to explode from her. She couldn’t control a few tears, but she sure as hell wouldn’t let Alec see a full-on water show.

She took the empty seat.

On the kitchen table sat a pair of orange, outdoor extension cords Jessie hadn’t noticed before. Alec must have found them before he started his planned attack. Which made Jessie wonder.

“Why not just kill us?”

Alec began wrapping her to the chair with one of the extension cords. “Is that what you want?”

“Just doesn’t make sense. If your mission is like all the others, to get Craig to Dolan, then why bring us along? He could come in here and find you at any minute. Why waste the time tying us up?”

“Good point,” he said and poked her in the side with his gun. “Maybe I’ll do just that.”

“It’s too late. You already decided you wouldn’t kill us. I think I know why.”

He yanked the cord tightly around her, fastening her to the chair back with her arms pinned uselessly to her sides. “Okay, little Miss Smarty. Why?”

“Because after all that time, you grew to like us. You’re not a bad guy. You just want your family back.”

He crouched in front of her to look her in the eye. “Let me make this clear. I do not
like
you. You disgust me. All of your kind does. But whatever you people might say, me and mine are not monsters.”

Jessie’s heart felt like it might explode at any moment. “You’re not mortal.”

He grinned. “No sweetheart. I’m the big bad wolf.”

Chapter Forty-One

Lockman paced a circle around the worktable with Tanner strapped to it. Tanner’s eyes were closed, his breathing deep and regular. But Lockman could tell he wasn’t sleeping.

“How you feeling?”

Tanner continued playing opossum. His skin looked like frozen milk. The wrapped stump of his arm lay above the strap that crossed his back, unlike his other arm which remained secured under the same strap.