Unleashed (22 page)

THIRTY-ONE

"I'll go find him,” Ethan said and walked to the door. “I saw Smith talking to Kate's mom not too long ago."

When Ethan left, Logan came to the side of her bed and picked up her bandaged hand. He held it carefully for some time before he asked, "How did you get this cut?"

She inhaled deeply, remembering how Gage had hovered over her, how his touch had made her sick. "I was holding a sharp piece of the headlight," she whispered. "I was going to kill him."

Logan froze. "Would you really have done it?"

Claire nodded. There was no doubt in her mind.

Just then the door opened. Smith came into the room followed by Ethan. Smith went straight for her bed. "I’m so glad you’re okay. I shouldn’t have let you go.”

“You couldn’t have stopped me.”

“I could’ve tied you up,” Smith said and smiled. “Do you feel up to telling me what happened?"

She looked around the room at each of them. "That's why I wanted all of you here. To tell you what really happened."

The room grew quiet and Claire closed her eyes. She didn't want to relive the accident, to see Kate's body being tossed inside the car, or remember the way Gage's fingers had made her stomach turn, but she had to. Gage wasn’t going to give up. And now people were getting hurt.

Ethan, who was sitting in a chair next to her bed, mistook her silence for fear. He leaned over and whispered. "It's okay. You can talk about it later."

She opened her eyes. "No. You guys need to know what Gage is planning."

The men looked at each other and then back at her.

It took less time than Claire thought to tell about the accident, and her short conversation with Gage. When she finished, Smith looked thoughtful, Logan looked sick, and Ethan looked angry.

"So you're supposed to meet him this weekend," Smith said. He was standing near the window, peering out the open blinds.

"Yes, at Miller Pond," she said, thinking of where she first learned to ride a dirt bike.

Logan turned to Smith. "You need to set a trap. Have the place surrounded and the second you see him, your guys grab him."

"It won't be that simple," Ethan said, his head down. He looked up at Claire. "He'll know if cops are around."

"How would he know?" Logan asked.

Ethan stood up. The suddenness of it made Claire jump. "Aren’t you paying attention? We're not dealing with a normal person! Gage smashed Claire's car like it was fly. He almost killed her!"

Smith walked over and placed his hand on Ethan's shoulder. "You're right. We're dealing with something we've never seen before, but don't worry. We'll take care of it."

Ethan took a deep breath and sat back down. "How?"

"I don't know yet." Smith returned to the window.

"By using me," Claire said.

All three of them said, "What?'

Claire sat up straighter, trying to appear stronger than she felt. "I have to be there. Gage will know if I'm not, and then we will have lost our chance. Let me go. I'll wait for Gage, and when I see him, I can buzz you or something. And then you guys can stealthily take him down. Hit him with a dart or a cannonball. Anything."

Ethan ran his fingers through his dark hair. "There's no way. You have to stay away."

Logan agreed. "Exactly. It's way too dangerous."

She looked at both of them. "I have to do this. Too many people are getting hurt. Smith?"

Smith turned away from the window, his arms crossed. "I need to think about it."

"You can't be serious!" Ethan blurted.

"Now just calm down. I won't be putting Claire in any situation I think is dangerous." He moved to the bottom of her bed. "It was really brave of you to tell us this. After everything you've been through, you're still fighting."

A chill passed through her. She didn't want to think of the past. Just keep moving, keep fighting.

Smith tapped her bed rail. "I've got to go. Get things figured out, but I'll be back, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered.

"I've got to go, too," Ethan said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I'll be back in a couple of hours." He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Get well." He looked up at Logan. "Will you be here for awhile?"

"Of course," Logan said.

Smith opened the door. "See you soon, Claire."

Ethan followed him out, but before he disappeared he mouthed the words to her, "I love you."

After they left, Logan sat in the chair next to her. “Get some rest while you can,” he said.

She nodded and was about to close her eyes when Steph showed up. She rushed to her bed and gave her a big, but gentle hug. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Thanks," Claire said. "Is my mom here?"

Steph glanced behind her. "She stopped to get a drink. She'll be here in a second."

"Do you know how Kate's doing?"

"She just went into surgery. I talked to her mom on the way in."

"How's she doing?"

"Surprisingly not freaking out. She asked about you."

Claire played with the corner of the sheet. "I hope she's not mad."

Logan frowned. "Kate’s your friend. Why would her mom be mad?"

Just then Claire’s mom appeared in the doorway. The door’s rectangle shape seemed to swallow her mother's small frame. "Hi, Sweetie," her mother said, but even her voice was engulfed by the space.

Logan leaned forward to get up, but Claire whispered, "Don't leave.”

He looked at her questioningly.

"Please?"

He nodded and sat back down. She reached out her bandaged hand to him. He looked surprised, but took hold of it just as her mother reached her bedside.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she said. Her words slurred together, and she was having a hard time keeping her eyes open.

Claire patted her hand. "You look tired, Mom." Most likely, she’d doubled up on her anxiety pills.

Her mother’s shoulders turned inward and she looked around the small hospital room. "I haven't been in a hospital since..." She placed a hand on the bed to steady herself.

"I know, Mom. Why don't you get some rest?" Claire looked at Steph. "Would you mind?"

Steph took Claire's mom by the arm. "Sure. There's a waiting room on the first floor with a couch. You can rest there."

Claire's mom nodded. "Yes. A little rest and then I'll come back." She patted Claire's face lightly. "You're a good girl."

Claire tightened her grip on Logan's hand, ignoring the searing pain of the cut. "Thanks, Mom."

"I'll come back as soon as she's comfortable," Steph said as she walked out of the room guiding Claire's mom.

Before she disappeared, Claire called, "Steph?"

She turned around.

"I'm sorry we didn't get to play.”

Steph shrugged. "It's okay. There will be other opportunities."

After they left, Claire took her hand back from Logan and sunk into the bed. She tried to focus on her physical pain so she wouldn't have to feel the more unbearable inner pain that often accompanied the small conversations with her mother.

"We all grieve in different ways," Logan said. "Don't be mad at her."

She tightened the blanket in her good hand. "I think I'll get some rest for a little bit. Will you stay?"

He patted her arm. "I'm not going anywhere."

A short time later, Ethan returned. Claire was grateful for the interruption because she had yet to fall asleep. Only lie there concentrating on the pain.

Before he closed the door, Ethan stuck his head out into the hallway, looked around, and then closed the door behind him.

"What's with the privacy?" Logan asked.

Ethan crossed the room to her bed and said, "I've been thinking about the meeting with Gage.” He bent down and smoothed back her hair. "You okay? I saw your mom asleep on the couch out there."

Claire nodded but didn’t look at him. She wanted to tell him how she was feeling. To tell him how any mention of the past caused the dark hole in her heart to spread. One day she was afraid it would take over and she'd end up just like her mother—turning to any and every substance just to avoid feeling.

"Look at me," Ethan said.

She looked up. He was staring at her with such intensity that she averted her eyes.

"You're not her," he said. "You are so much stronger. Whatever happened in your past, what you're dealing with right now, it will go away in time."

“Ethan’s right,” Logan said.

But getting through those days, constantly being reminded of what happened, was often unbearable, she thought. “So where did you go?” she asked Ethan.

Ethan drew up a chair next to them and sat down. "I don't like your idea, Claire. Using you as bait is crazy," he began.

She opened her mouth to argue, but he stopped her.

"That being said, I know you're going to do whatever you want. So I got you something."

"What?"

Ethan reached behind his back and pulled out the handgun he'd had earlier at the Festival of Lights. He laid it on the bed.

"You're giving her a gun?" Logan asked, incredulously.

"To protect herself," he said.

Logan was shaking his head. "Gage could use it against her."

"Not if she is fast enough. And besides, he will never suspect it."

"There's no way—” Logan began but Claire interrupted him.

"I'll take it." She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. The weight of it felt good, empowering. She looked up at Ethan. "Will you show me how to use it?"

"Of course," he said. "As soon as you’re released from the hospital, I'll spend as much time as possible teaching you how."

"This is crazy," Logan said, leaning back in his chair.

Claire tightened her grip on the gun. "It's perfect. I'm not going to wait around for someone to save me. I'm going to meet Gage, and I'm going to be ready."

"We all will," Ethan said.

She set the gun down, her skin chilling. "What do you mean?"

"Smith's going to have his own thing going on, but I want Logan and me there, too, just in case Gage tries to run." Ethan looked at Logan. "Unless you don't want to help?"

Logan returned the glare. "I'll be there."

The plan was set, despite how much Logan protested. Smith wasn't sold on Claire's plan either, but because he couldn't think of a better one, and he really wanted to get Gage, he moved forward. The only part of the plan he didn't know about was the gun.

Claire was careful to only let a few people know what was going on. She and Smith had tried to explain it to her mother, but she’d simply said, "Can you call me when it’s over?"

In addition to her mother, Ethan, Logan, and Kate, who was still recovering in the hospital, knew about it. Kate’s surgery went well, but Kate was devastated when the doctor had told her she might have nerve damage in her hand. Claire tried to talk to her about it, but Kate would barely speak to her. "Give her some time," Kate’s mother had told her. Claire hoped by telling Kate about the plan to capture Gage that she'd perk up, but not even that interested her.

As for Smith, he told only three of his men, and had threatened their lives if they breathed a word of it to anyone. Their secret was contained to a small circle. This should've made her feel better, but it didn't. Something still felt wrong, but every time she tried to figure out what, another part of her stopped her from solving the riddle.

Claire stood next to Smith’s car, feeling the weight of the gun stuffed down the back of her pants. It was already dark and the cool air smelled salty, but when she inhaled deeply she could also smell rotten fish.

"Should we go over it one more time?" Smith said, but he wasn't looking at Claire. He was staring into the darkness, searching for any signs of danger. It was in his nature to be protective, and to always think of others over himself. She imagined him hundreds of years ago. He'd for sure be the leader of some rebellion to overthrow an evil tyrannical leader.

Smith turned to her. "Claire?"

She clung to the image of him as a great warrior. "I'm good,” she said. “No need to repeat. It will only make me nervous.”

"There's no need to be nervous," he said, but Claire noticed he wouldn't look her in the eyes. "I've got three of my best shooters far enough away to go undetected but close enough to end this once and for all. And I'll be close by, too. Nothing will happen." He checked the time. "One hour." He opened the car door and motioned her inside. "I'm going to walk the perimeter one last time and talk to my guys. Then I’ll let you go."