The Inner Struggle: Beginnings Series Book 7 (33 page)

“Dean had to go to the clinic with Andrea. One of Cole’s kids, I don’t know which one, broke their leg. Andrea had to do surgery.”

“Dean was at the clinic? Funny, I didn’t see the prick.”

Frank grinned. “Little people are often hard to spot.”

“We have a house full then.”

“That we do.” Frank reached back, adjusted his pillows then plopped backwards onto the backboard pile. “You getting ready for bed?”

“Yeah, I’m tired.” She opened her drawer and pulled out a shirt and shorts. “It’s later than I thought. I stopped by to talk to Henry at the clinic then, on my way here, I saw Joe and we talked for a little. Joe was doing that lecture thing to me, you know. Then he changed the subject to the meeting, because he knew he was getting nowhere with me talking about Dean. I nominated him for king of the dartboard next month” She yawned. “Oh, man. I’m more tired than I thought. We should sleep.” She walked over to the bed and pulled down the other side of the covers.

Frank sat straight up. “What are you doing?”

“Getting in. What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. Why are you sleeping in bed with me?”

“Where else am I going to sleep?” Ellen started to lift her leg into bed but stopped. “I’m sorry. I’ll go sleep with Alex.”

“No, you can sleep here.” Frank moved over more.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” He laid back then rolled on his side to face her as she climbed in. He watched as her leg crept out further from that shirt she wore as she slid in. “Shit.”

“What?”

“Was that Nick?” Frank sat up again. “I think that was Nick.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“No, that was Nick.”

“Frank.” Ellen adjusted the covers over herself. “It wasn’t Nick. Lay down and go to sleep.”

“All right.” He swallowed and looked at her, then lay back down. “Night El.”

“Night Frank.” She laid on her side. “Turn out the light.”

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong now?”

“My radio is next to you.”

“I’ll get it.”

“No, I can get it.” Reaching for the radio, he extended his long reach across her body to the night stand. “Night, El.”

“Night, Frank.” In the darkness there was silence, and then she felt him shuffling, the covers moved about, the bed bounced and then Ellen heard him snicker. “What?”

“I can’t sleep.” He sat up and turned on her light. “Can you?”

“Yes.”

“Come on El.”

“What do you have in mind? And don’t say sex.”

“Scrabble?”

“Frank,” she whined his name.

“No, I know I can beat you.”

“You’re not going to cheat?”

“Nope.” He flung the covers from him. “Maybe we can talk. You can tell me all about your meeting.” He moved to the door.

“Really? You really want to hear?”

“No not really, but if Henry can listen, why can’t I?” He opened the door.

“Gee Frank thanks.” She fluffed her pillow. “Bring me something to drink.”

Frank popped his head back in the door. “I will.” In his boxer shorts, he headed to his steps. He kept his arms folded closely to him to block out the coldness in his home. Of course that was the way Frank liked it. He was quiet as he made it through the first floor and to the kitchen, being careful not to wake up Johnny. He turned on the kitchen light and grabbed the board game that had fast become Ellen and Frank’s new nightly routine while she stayed there. He set it on the counter and opened up the cupboard for glasses. He took them out then opened the fridge to get Ellen and him some of that tea she had made. Pouring the glass near full, he put back the tea, tucked the game under his arm, and grabbed the two glasses. As he reached to flick off the light with his elbow, he stopped. He stood for a few seconds in the doorway and then he turned back in. Setting the glasses down along with the game, he went back to the cupboard. Without a second thought, like it was something so natural, he pulled out his bottle and added a shots worth of moonshine to his glass of tea.

Robbie could barely lift his arms another inch. He had carried the last body he could outside to the graves he had taken all night to dig. Eight men total were now gone and seven more remained, himself included. As the days moved on, all had gone out of remission and relapsed. Robbie was bombarded. He was encircled with illness in every direction he looked. He tried to keep up appearances when the helicopter lowered the supplies and picked up the crate Robbie had waiting. He thought he did well. Perhaps Frank didn’t see it on his face as he kept a further distance than usual. He had to. He didn’t want them to see his weakness, his longing to be out of the situation he was in. He was a Slagel and he had to be strong, no matter what. But the truth was Robbie Slagel’s dreams of going home became like that helicopter that flew away. They faded more and more with each passing minute.

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His fingers rapped with enthusiasm and excitement on the yellowing paper he held. Impressed was the smiling look George gave the doctor who sat at the table before him, a radio in one hand, a pen in the other. “Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.”

“It’s only Morse code.”

“Yes, but it is a way to communicate with all of our men in the field.” George read the message again. “This seems like it’s missing something,”

“It is,” Dr. Philips told him. “We came in mid message, but according to what we planned, they’ll repeat the message every fifteen minutes for an hour. I’ll just monitor the radio until then.”

“What about my other guards?”

“Only two have CME’s that can transmit Morse code. They’re due in three hours with their transmission.”

“This makes me very happy.” George laid the paper down, grinning ear to ear. “Totally barbaric and less the technology we have, but smart. Now we can communicate with our men without Beginnings being able to pick it up, or be any the wiser that it is happening.”

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“Yes! I fuckin’ knew it!” Frank slammed his hand on his father’s desk with a wide smile and such excitement. “Yes!”

“That’s what it is?” Joe asked, putting out the cigarette he puffed on frantically.

“Yep. I knew there wasn’t anything wrong with my headset. I kept hearing that beeping in my ear when I made my rounds. Beep, beep-beep.” Frank rocked back and forth as he sat in Joe’s chair.

“So who’s sending it?” Joe asked.

“Obviously it’s George. It has to be right? Who else would know the communications room wasn’t picking up that signal… him. Only the dumb mother fucker didn’t think my radio would pick it up. Ha! I got it. We got it, and as long as we’re smart and not say a word to anyone about this, we can find out exactly what they’re up to, not just where they are.”

“An upper hand.”

“Finally! Since the little fuckin virus set up they tossed at our men, we haven’t had a signal. The longer we go without finding them, the more I feel they’re getting closer.”

“Speaking of which,” Joe pulled up a chair and sat down, “how are we set up for that?”

“Them arriving here?” Frank shrugged. “Getting there. We need a first response system, something besides our reconnaissance that will see them coming. If we do that, I don’t care how big they are. We’ll kick their asses.”

“But, this could be a first response, right, this Morse code they’re sending?”

“Could be. Only . . .”

“Only what?”

“Only, it doesn’t make sense.” Frank picked up the paper he had written his translation on. “I think they’re speaking in code.”

“Yeah, Morse code.”

“No code. Or German, something like that.”

“German?” Joe questioned and held his hand out. “Let me see that.” He took the paper from Frank. “What is this? You have written here, ‘Ta esa yluzogt og ta toll na baes nazobbobtz’ what the hell is this shit?” Joe jumped to his feet.

“I told you, it’s written in code.”

“Written in code my ass, Frank. You don’t remember Morse code, do you?”

“Yeah I do.” Frank stood up.

“No, you don’t you moron.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t hey me. You don’t remember it, do you?”

“Give me a fuckin break. It’s been forever since I decoded it. All right, so I’m a little rusty.”

“Rusty.” Joe viewed the paper. “Now are you sure these dashes and dots are what they’re supposed to be.”

“I’m sure about that.”

“O.K., then I’ll get someone to decode this.”

“Who?” Frank asked. “You have to be careful on who you get to do this.”

“Well I think I know who I can give this to. Cole. We trust him and he won’t say anything to Matoose about it.”

“Does he know how to decode?”

“Well I’m sure he’ll do a lot better than you. Besides, we’ll find him something that will help him. Where, I don’t know.”

Before Frank could make any more comments, there was a light knock at the door. “Must be Dean. Watch, I’ll ask him how he and Ellen are.” Frank motioned his head to the door. “Yeah!”

The door opened and as predicted by Frank, it was Dean. “Joe, Frank, glad you’re both here.”

Joe saw it, the look on Dean’s face, it was fright. And Joe knew Frank saw it too, because his son didn’t say anything snide. “What’s wrong Dean? Did something happen at the lab, you were there.”

“You could say that.” Dean shut the door and took a deep breath, his one hand held back his growing hair. “I have to tell you something, both of you. Sit down.” He motioned his hand to the chairs. “Please, because this isn’t going to be good.”

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Henry walked as if he were never ill. The bandages on his hand had been removed and the purple healing burn was the only remnant of his accident. He wanted to be home in his own bed, his own house, his own room. He thought they’d be going back to Frank’s to be with the baby, but instead he got his wish when he was released from the clinic. He went home.

“Hap is dropping off Nick in a few minutes, Henry.” Ellen set his bag down by the front door as she shut it. “Are you tired? Did you want to lie down?”

“No.” He shook his head with a smile. “This is great. I feel really good, El. Thank you for staying here with me.” He turned to face her as she stepped near where he stood behind the couch.

“I don’t want you being alone.”

“How was staying with Frank?”

“Weird.” Ellen took hold of his arm and led him to the couch. “It was so much like . . . never mind.” She sat down at the same time as him.

“What?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“It was like when you were married huh?” Henry’s head lowered and his eyes rose.

“No!” Ellen waved her hand at him. “That’s not what I was going to say. It was like when he and I were more buddies than anything else. No pressure, just friends. Except for the other night when there was nowhere to sleep and I had to sleep in bed with him, of course I told you about that little incident.”

“Hey at least you kicked his ass in Scrabble.”

“I did.”

“El, is Nick staying here tonight with us?”

“No.” She shook her head. “We’ll take care of him for most of the evening. But let’s face it, Henry, I’m not a get up and get the baby person in the middle of the night, and neither are you. Frank doesn’t mind. He loves Nick.”

“That’s good. With me getting hurt the day after Nick got came home, I’m not in good practice. I need to practice, El.”

“And you shall, when Hap brings him over. Personally Henry, I saw the look in Hap’s eye when he was staring at our tiny baby. You know what he was thinking of?”

“Being a new father himself.”

“Or old.” Ellen giggled. “Poor Trish.”

“Will Frank be coming over tonight? Did he say anything to you about it?”

“I don’t know. I would assume he would. He doesn’t trust us with the baby yet.” She leaned into him. “I can’t say I blame him. Why? Do you need to talk to him? Can’t you do it when you two do your secret thing this afternoon?”

“I don’t need to talk to him. Actually, I need to talk to you. Can I talk to you about Frank before he gets here?” Henry turned his body on the couch to face her.

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Henry shook his head then rested his hand on hers. “I just wanted to let you know, it’s O.K.” He nodded slowly.

“O.K.?”

“Yes. I actually am happy it’s going that way.”

“What are you talking about, Henry?”

“Well the fact that you and Dean are no more and you and Frank are getting there again.”

“Stop.” Ellen covered his mouth. “You’re talking about an understanding with Frank again. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“No? Why?”

“Because we haven’t even talked about that and I like the way Frank and I are right now. You think an understanding between the three of us is the best way to go? You, me and Frank? Henry, think about it.”

“I have. I’ve thought about it a lot. I know I told you I’d never influence you, but that’s how I want it, El. I really feel that it’s the right way to be. It’s how we started out and we share a child together. I get you as a companion, he gets you …”

“Henry.”

“I don’t understand El. You love him. He’s been your best friend forever. What’s the problem?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Doing what? I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy, Henry,” she laid her hand on his face. “I don’t know if I want a real relationship to complicate things.” She heard the knock at the door. “And that would be Hap. I’ll get it.”

“El.” He grabbed her hand as she stood up.

“I know.” Her head dropped. “And can we not talk about sharing me.” She moved to the door. “I swear sometimes you just don’t want to have the responsibility of having me to yourself the way you wanna push me off. And to Frank too.” She reached for the door and stopped. She waved her hand when she heard the other knock. “Henry, do you realize it wouldn’t be giving him twelve hours with me? You know that. He’d never settle for that. He’d want more.”

“I know. Things can be worked out.”

“Oh stop. They cannot.” She ignored yet another knock at the door. She reached again for the door knob. “And we’ll talk about this later.” She took a breath, opened the door and saw Dean. Without hesitation, she slammed the door shut on him.

“Who was that?” Henry turned around as she walked back to the couch.

“Dean.”

“Ellen, stop that.” Henry got up.

“No, Henry, don’t let him in.”

“El!” Shaking his head he opened the door. “Come on in, Dean.” He held the door open. “What’s up?”

“I need to speak to Ellen.”

Henry motioned his hand to Ellen who was on the couch.

“El.” Dean walked to her.

“Though Henry is now a traitor and letting you in, I just want to let you know you’re not welcome here.”

“El, listen.” He sat down on the couch. He held a small green canvass bag.

“How’s Jason working out? He and his shaking hands,” she said with sarcasm.

“El,” Dean tried to talk.

“I hope he smokes you out.” She folded her arms.

“El, shut up and listen,” Dean scolded.

“Henry!” Ellen gasped. “Don’t let him talk to me like that.”

“Dean.” Henry moved to the couch. “Be nice.”

Dean held up his hand and calmed himself. “You’re pissing me off, Ellen, this is important and I wanted to be the one to come to you.” He handed her the green bag. “Jason and I . . .” He paused when he heard her tsk. “Jason and I opened the crate Robbie sent. This was in it for you.”

Ellen looked oddly at the green bag. “This?”

“Yes.” Dean handed her a folded note. “This note was pinned to the bag.”

Ellen took the note reading it out loud. “
Ellen, I really wanted you to have this stuff now. I really did. I guess all of it is my way to let you know you are always on my mind, no matter what. I miss you El. I love you. Robbie
.” Ellen set the note down. “I don’t like the tone.” She unzipped the bag. It was filled with small items. “What is this?”

“As near as I can tell, it’s all the things he picked you up while he was out there running around.” Dean reached his hand in. “The nail polish gave it away. He always gets you that.”

“But why?” Ellen took the bottle from Dean’s hand, as she did her eyes caught his. “Why, Dean?”

Dean swallowed harshly. “El.” He took his eyes from Ellen’s only to look up at Henry who stood behind the couch. “I wanted to be the one to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” Her voice took on concern as she saw his hesitation and his shifting eyes. “Quit stalling. What is it?”

Dean’s jaw twitched as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a sheet up paper rolled up. “El, I’m sorry.” He handed it to her. “Read this.”

Slowly Ellen took the paper and unrolled it. “Robbie’s report.” The second her eyes laid upon it reading it, her hands began to shake and her heart dropped. “Oh my God.”