Sins of the Father: Chapter 17

Drake didn’t recognize the man who stared back at him from the mirror. His eye was bruised and swollen from the man’s fists, and the back of his head ached. His skin was pale and he felt cold and clammy. He probably had a concussion. Slowly, he worked the soap back and forth over his hands and watched the bloody suds pool at the bottom of the sink. Someone else’s blood. He was washing someone else’s blood off his hands. He’d always thought that when push came to shove, he would be a brave man, that he would be able to sacrifice his life to save someone else, but he had learned that wasn’t the case. When that bastard had pointed his knife in his hand, his insides turned to jelly and he had pissed his pants, and then he had done whatever the man told him to do.

The cabin was out in the woods, far from the highway and from neighbors. No one had heard the old couple scream as they’d been tormented in their last few minutes alive. And they hadn’t been screaming at the monster who held him captive, they had been screaming at him as he drew the sharp hunting knife the monster had given him first across the poor old lady’s neck and then across the screaming old man’s neck. The knife had slid across their skin as if he were cutting silk and, then blood had sprayed across his face. Their screams cut short by his knife, their lives trickled away with the rivers of blood that leaked from the slits in their throats.

Going numb, he had slipped to his knees the knife clutched limply in his right hand. As the monster gently removed the knife from his hand, he realized belatedly that the monster had given him a lethal weapon, and instead of turning it on the monster or, even himself, he had meekly cut the throats of the innocent people before him. Now, he stood in the bathroom preparing to take a shower and wash the incriminating blood away. Using the old couple’s battered old Jeep, the monster had driven further into the wood. They had found this cabin which was deserted. Perhaps, it was someone’s hunting cabin. Drake breathed a sigh of release when the monster forced the door open and they found the cabin empty. Drake couldn’t watch another person die.

Making the water as hot as he could stand, he stepped into the shower and let the hot water stream down his face and body. The heat of the water made the wound on his head sting and revealed scrapes and cuts he didn’t know he had. He grabbed the old piece of soap from the soap dish in the shower and scrubbed his hair and face. He scrubbed until the water ran cold, and then stepped out of the shower. He grabbed an old ratty towel hanging on the towel rack and hastily dried himself off. He hated to put on the clothes the monster had stolen, but he had no choice. The monster had taken his clothes. Sniffling, Drake pulled on the dead old man’s faded blue jeans and fraying sweater.

Even if he managed to get out of this alive, he would have to face the consequences of what he had done. He had made a conscious choice—his life or the old couples. He had chosen his own life. He jumped when the monster pounded on the bathroom door.

“You’ve been in there long enough.”

Quickly, he opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Drake was a tall man, but the monster met him eye to eye. He also had a good 50 pounds on Drake, but he wasn’t fat. He was hard with muscle. His pecs stretched out the black t-shirt he wore and Drake had felt the impact of those bulging biceps. His eyes were so dark they were almost black. And they were cold, dead. He’d never seen such old eyes in another human being. He braced himself for another blow, but the monster just motioned towards the kitchen.

“Dinner’s on the table.”

The last thing Drake wanted to was eat, but he made himself go into the small kitchen and sit at the battered wooden kitchen table. The monster had found some canned stew. Drake picked at the gelatinous mass thinking of the homemade stew he liked to make for Madison in the winter. The monster saw him picking at his food.

“You better eat.”

Drake began eating the tasteless stew. He felt like spewing it all over the monster’s face, but he continued to choke it down. Even now, when he’d lost everything, he was afraid to act, afraid of the pain the monster could inflict, both physical and emotional.

He watched Drake carefully. When he’d handed Drake the hunting knife, he’d just wanted to see what kind of man he was dealing with. He was ready for Drake to turn the knife on him. He wasn’t nervous. He knew how to defend himself and how to disarm an assailant. He’d expected Drake to at least bargain with him, but Drake had calmly slit the old couple’s throats. For a moment, he had dropped his guard. If Drake had turned on him then, he would have had the upper hand, but he didn’t turn on him. Drake had dropped to his knees. He had been able to take the knife from Drake. He had placed the bloody knife and Drake’s bloody clothes in a Ziploc bag he had found in the kitchen here. He packaged them up carefully like the police would. His own prints were on the knife as well, but he didn’t worry about that. He never worried about leaving evidence behind, because his evidence couldn’t be tracked. He was a ghost.

When they finished eating, he had Drake wash up the dishes while he went to examine the gun he had lifted from the old guy. As a rule, he didn’t like weapons, but he needed a little more insurance than his own fists could offer. The gun was clean, well cared for, a double action pistol. It wasn’t as good as what the police probably carried, but it would do for his purposes. He needed it to keep Drake in line and to show the Sheriff that he meant business. When he was satisfied that the gun worked well, he slid it into the back of his jeans, and covered it with the tail of his shirt. He picked up the knife and began polishing it with a rag.

When Drake entered the living room, he motioned to him with the knife to sit on the brown plaid couch under the window. He could tell Drake was at the end of his stamina. He needed rest. He didn’t have the stamina or the strength of character to withstand what he had gone through. He knew Drake like men well. Drake was as tall as he was, but not strong. While he looked like he hit the gym every now and then, he wasn’t muscular and he wasn’t strong. He was one of those men who liked the appearance of being strong, but he lacked inner strength.

He watched Drake slowly begin to doze off on the couch. He let him sleep. He would need his energy for what was to come. It wouldn’t be long until the Sheriff followed the signal from Drake’s phone to the other cabin. He had turned the phone back on just before they left. He had left Drake’s car in front of the cabin and they had taken the couple’s old Jeep. His burner phone was charging. As soon as it was finished, he would call the Sheriff and set the last part of his plan in motion.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 13

After a couple of days of resting and eating, he had finally come up with a plan. He would need to figure out how to get the silver car out of here without being seen, and he would need to figure out where the Sheriff lived. The old man he had killed didn’t have any computers or electronics. He had a radio and an old TV with basic cable, but the news wasn’t saying much. He knew the police were looking for a silver Honda. They even had the license plate. The news had broadcast an announcement about the description of the car, but not a description of him. He had been careful about that.

He’d been wearing his hood up when he grabbed the second woman, so he knew the camera only had a shot of his hoodie. They still knew his size, but not enough of a description to pick him up. He wasn’t about to go walking around Fruita, though. People would be careful of strangers right now, and he knew that there had to be a few people who had seen him and the boy walk down the street. But he still needed access to a computer. Grand Junction was only about 20 minutes down I-70. He had the red F150. No one was looking for that yet. No one seemed to have noticed that the man he had killed was even missing. His decrepit rotary phone never even rang. It worked, because he had checked for a dial tone, but no one ever called the man. If he could get to Grand Junction in the red truck, he could go to the library and use the computers there. Everyone was on social media these days. He would do a search for the Sheriff’s husband and see what came up. It was only about 10:00 in the morning. He had time to do everything today, but he was reluctant to leave. He looked down at his now clean clothes. His black hoodie that he wore all the time over a black t-shirt and black jeans. He realized that he would need to look different if he went to Grand Junction. He still had to drive through Fruita to get to the highway and, even if the news wasn’t broadcasting his description, the State Patrol and the Grand Junction police might have a general description. He rubbed his hand over his bald head. At least, no one knew he was bald. His head had been covered when he walked down the street and when he grabbed that woman.

He walked back down the hall to the man’s bedroom. The man had been a little smaller than he, but not by much. He rifled through the closet. The man seemed to like plaid shirts. He had several plaid shirts. The man picked a bright red plaid shirt. Sometimes, the best way to hide was to stand out. No one would suspect a bald man in a bright plaid shirt. He couldn’t hide his muscles, though. He was a big man, but there were a lot of big men. He grabbed the shirt off the closet and went back to the room he was using. He stripped off his black t-shirt and buttoned on the shirt. It was a little snug but it would do. He tucked the shirt into his waistband and headed back into the man’s bedroom. He needed something else to complete his look. After rifling through the drawers, he found a belt with a large belt buckle. It seems the man had been a rodeo cowboy. He threaded the belt through his belt loops and turned to look in the mirror that hung on the back of the man’s bedroom door.

He looked completely different. And if he exchanged his Doc Martens for that old pair of cowboy boots that was sitting by the back door, his look would be complete. He would be just another country boy. After slipping on the cowboy boots, he grabbed the keys to the truck that were on the counter. He felt exposed, though, when he stepped out of the door. He was used to keeping his hoodie up and shielding himself from the world, but to make this plan work, he needed to walk with his head up. He needed to let people see him. He wished he had a hat, though. He’d feel a little better with something on his head. He’d destroyed the man’s only hat, however, when he’d bashed it with the tire iron.

He started the pick-up truck and drove it slowly down the gravel driveway. He felt better now that he had started on the first part of his plan. This afternoon, he’d finish the second part. When he was finished, he’d only have to wait for the sheriff to come to him. And she would come. She’d have to or lose everything.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 12

silhouette3Monday morning, Madison called Hal to check in on the case. No one had seen the silver Honda or the man fitting the description they had released.

“Maybe, he’s left the area,” Hal speculated.

“Maybe,” Madison agreed. “We need to stay on the look-out, though. We need to start thinking about places he might hide if he is still in the area.”

“I’ll talk to Kurt and some of the other deputies. They would have a better idea. There are a lot of cabins outside of Fruita that are out of the way.”

“Thanks, Hal,” Madison said, “I need to take care of some issues with Elijah. We have to get him to the doctor, and I want to find a psychologist.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked my suggestion.”

“You’re always full of good advice, Hal.”

Hal laughed and hung up. “Steward out.”

Madison called CPS in Grand Junction. With Mandy gone, she needed to see if Elijah had a new case worker. She also needed to get information about getting him medical attention and finding a psychologist. The receptionist put her through to the Director of CPS.

“This is Jack Hammond.”

“Hello, Mr. Hammond. This is Sheriff Rhodes in Fruita. I was calling about Elijah, the boy who was placed with me and my husband.” “Yes. Sheriff Rhodes. I was just going to call you. We need some information about this case. Since Mandy was never able to file her report, the boy hasn’t been officially assigned to you yet.”

“I understand. I was calling to see about taking Elijah to the doctor and I think he needs to see a psychologist.”

“I think we should meet. Are you and your husband available today? I understand you’re the Sheriff and you have a lot to deal with right now, but we need to get everything settled officially.”

“Yes. We’re both available today.”

“Let’s meet at 9:30. Will that work?”

“Yes. We’ll be there.”

Child Protective Services was in a modern, streamlined building that was home to the Department of Human Services. The multi-hued brick building was located in the complex for Mesa County Community Resources. The area was surrounded by large trees that showed a faint haze of green as their leaves began to open. She drove Drake’s minivan, so Drake could keep Elijah occupied. They had brought the Nintendo 3DS games that Drake had bought Elijah yesterday. As soon as they told Elijah where they were going, he had shoved his fists in his pocket and shook his head. Drake and Madison had noticed that whenever Elijah felt threatened his first instinct was to protect his hands by shoving them in his pockets. Since Elijah still didn’t trust Madison, she left Drake alone to talk to him. Whatever Drake said had worked, because Elijah emerged from his room a few minutes later ready to go.

As she parked, Drake said, “Okay, Elijah. We’re here. You can bring your game in, because the meeting might be kind of boring.”

Drake closed his game and stuck it in his hoodie pocket. The lobby of the building was decorated in the same earth-toned hues as the outside of the building. Overstuffed chairs stood in clusters throughout the lobby. There were also bins with children’s toys and books. Elijah and Drake sat on a large couch opposite the window as Madison went to the receptionist’s desk to check in. They only waited a few moments when a tall balding man came out to meet them.

“I’m Jack Hammond,” he said holding his hand out to Madison and, then, Drake. Elijah kept his hands deep in his pocket. Jack kneeled down to look Elijah in the eye. “This must be Elijah. How are you, young man?”

Elijah looked at Jack with solemn eyes, and gave a slight nod.

“I’m going to assume that means you’re doing all right.”

Elijah nodded again and Jack got to his feet.

“Let’s meet in my office. Elijah can wait in the children’s room.”

Jack scanned his card over a black scanner and the door clicked open. Elijah’s eyes went wide when the door clicked back behind him. Drake patted him on the shoulder. “It’s all right, Elijah. We’re right here.”

Elijah stayed close to Drake and Madison as they walked down a long hall with a shiny tile floor and doors along its length.

Jack paused at a double door with a sign that said, “Children’s Room.” The sign was made with sparkly letters and had stickers decorating it.

“Elijah, let’s take you to meet Ms. Jackie. She has a lot of things to do in here. There are video games or you can read a book.”

Elijah pulled his 3DS out of his pocket.

“Ahh, a 3DS. You can play that, too. We have some games in there that you could try out if you want.”

A young blonde woman opened the door.

“Ms. Jackie, this is Elijah.”

“How are you, Elijah?”

Elijah nodded again. “Did you want to check out the DS games we have? We might have some that you don’t have.”

Elijah looked at Drake who gave him an encouraging nod.

Jack said, “We’ll be right down the hall in my office, Ms. Jackie, if you or Elijah need anything.”

Ms. Jackie nodded and led Elijah to a bin full of small cartridges. Drake and Madison followed Jack down the hall to a large office at the end. The office was painted a soothing light gray and had windows looking out onto a greenbelt. Jack motioned towards two dark gray chairs placed at the front of his desk. Jack sat down behind his desk and pulled out a file.

“Elijah seems to be quite comfortable with you,” Jack said.

Madison replied, “I think he is more comfortable with Drake. He and I didn’t meet on the best of terms.”

“As I told you on the phone, I don’t have any of Mandy’s notes, just the original report on the boy. Can you fill me in on what happened?”

Madison and Drake both told Jack about how Madison had found Elijah as well as Madison’s decision to foster him. Jack asked about Elijah’s hands and his refusal to speak.

“He told you his name. I think that’s a good sign. He’s only been with you for two days. The fact that he’s starting to speak is a good sign.”

“Drake has been working with him to develop a relationship.”

“And what about you, Sheriff Rhodes?”

“Well, it’s been rocky. I’ve made some mistakes. I still believe that Elijah is the key to all this. I’ve learned some new information about him that makes me believe that Elijah is much more than a witness.”

Drake looked at her questioningly. She hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to him about what she had discovered. She wasn’t in the habit of talking about her cases at home. Drake had accepted that a long time ago, but this was something he should know.

“We have several witnesses who saw Elijah travelling with the man who we believe committed the two murders.”

Drake looked shocked, but he tried to pretend that he already knew all about it. She loved him for that. She should have told him the minute she got home, but she had decided to leave the case at work and try to separate it from her interactions with Elijah.

“But you don’t know how Elijah is connected to your suspect?”

“No, and I don’t want to question Elijah about it any further right now. Plus, if the Sheriff’s office needs to question him, he needs to have his guardian present. That appears to be me and Drake right now. As the sheriff, I can’t recuse myself from the case, but I can avoid discussing the case at home.”

“Will you need to question Elijah about his involvement?”

“I don’t think that Elijah was personally involved in the first murder. The evidence doesn’t support that, but he may have seen what happened. The Sheriff’s office will need to question him at some point, but, if that is necessary, I will have my deputy, Hal Steward, question him. He’s taken the lead on the investigation. Drake can be the guardian that accompanies Elijah, and we can also seek legal counsel if that is necessary.”

“It sounds like you have this all planned out.”

“I do, Mr. Hammond. When we get this guy, I want to make sure we can convict him, but I want to make sure Elijah is protected as well.”

Jack nodded, and continued taking notes in the file. When he was finished, he gave Madison and Drake referrals for a pediatrician and a child psychologist.

“I think Dr. Roberts, the pediatrician, would fit him in today. He sees a lot of the kids in our foster homes.”

Jack walked Madison and Drake back to the Children’s Room. When they stepped into the room, Elijah was focused on his video game. Ms. Jackie was sitting next to him.

Drake called to him.

“Elijah, we’re finished. It’s time to go.”

Elijah looked up and smiled at Drake. Madison thought that when Elijah smiled, he looked like a completely different boy. The fear that haunted his eyes left for a moment.

Closing his game, Elijah walked over to Drake and Madison. Ms. Jackie followed him.

“Good bye, Elijah. It was fun spending time with you.”

Elijah nodded silently at her.

Back in the car, Madison turned to Elijah in the back seat.

“Elijah, we have the name of a doctor that can see you today. He’s just going to give you a check-up, okay?”

Elijah nodded, but his eyes grew dark with apprehension.

“It’s all right. Drake and I will be with you.”

Madison called the number Jack had given her and made an appointment.

“They can see us at 1:30.”

Drake looked at his watch. “It’s 11:00 now. How about some lunch?”

Elijah was nodding his head vigorously. Drake pulled out of the parking space and headed back onto the road.

“I saw a diner that looked kind of fun down back the way we came.”

Madison nodded. The diner was only a few blocks away. It was a retro fifties-style diner with silver siding and neon lights. When they stepped into the diner, 50’s music was playing. A hostess seated them in a shiny red vinyl booth. Drake fed some quarters into the jukebox selector on the table. An old Elvis song came on. Madison rolled her eyes.

“C’mon, Madison. It’s Elvis. You have to respect the classics.”

“Don’t they have any Five Finger Death Punch or Nine Inch Nails in there?”

Drake pretended to look shocked. “Those aren’t real names. You made those up! C’mon, Elijah, who’s going to name their band after a punch or nails?”

Elijah shrugged, and looked at his menu. Madison and Drake continued to argue about music while Elijah watched them with a confused look on his face.

When the waitress came, they all ordered large cheeseburgers, curly fries, and shakes. As soon as his food arrived, Elijah began to eat. It seemed like he was always hungry, but Madison hoped that would lessen as he began to eat more regularly. She thought it must have been hard travelling with that man on the road. His clothes were so tattered they couldn’t save them, so they threw them away. They showed evidence of having been mended time after time. She wondered who had taken the time to fix his clothes. Not that man, surely? She didn’t think Elijah could hold something as small as a needle, but she couldn’t see a cold-blooded killer taking time to fix Elijah’s clothes.

When they finished eating, they still had some time left, so they took Elijah to the Mesa Mall. They bought him a few more clothes and a second pair of shoes. When they passed the GameStop, Elijah’s eyes lit up.

“Why don’t you take him in there to look while I call the office,” Madison suggested, “I better check in.”

“What do you say, Elijah. Do you want to get some more games?”

Elijah’s head bobbled up and down in excitement. He’d only had his video game for a day and he was already hooked. While they went into the store, Madison sat on a bench in the middle of the concourse.

“How are things going, Sheriff?” Hal answered his phone.

“Fine, Hal. We have a doctor’s appointments in a half hour. I wanted to check in.”

“Everything is quiet here. I issued a state-wide bolo on the silver Honda, but no reports have come in.”

Drake and Elijah came out of GameStop with yet another shopping bag.

“All right, Hal. I have to go. I’ll come by the office when we finish up at the doctor’s.”

“Steward out.”

Madison stood and met Drake and Elijah.

“Ready to go?”

They walked out to the car and stowed everything but the GameStop bag in the back of the SUV. As they drove to the doctor, Elijah busied himself with his new games. After a few minutes, they could hear electronic music and the sound of explosions. When they reached the doctor, they allowed Elijah to bring in his game.

“Make sure you turn the sound down when we get into the waiting room,” Madison said.

Elijah nodded and muted his game.

The doctor’s waiting room was not very full. A large aquarium sat against one wall near some blue chairs. Orange and blue fish swam among coral. Elijah sat near the aquarium and watched the fish swim in and out of the coral. Madison checked them in and sat near Drake and Elijah. When Elijah’s name was called, they followed him into the examination room. The nurse took his height and his weight. She took his temperature and placed a clip on his thumb.

Elijah looked askance at the clip on his thumb.

“That just tells the amount of oxygen in your blood. See that number, there?”

Elijah looked at the read digital readout. After a minute, the nurse checked the monitor and wrote the number down in his chart.

“You’re fostering Elijah, correct?” the nurse asked.

“Yes,” Drake answered.

“How long has he been with you?”

“Just over two days. He came to us the night before last.”

The nurse continued to take notes in her chart.

“I have a note here from the receptionist. It says that Elijah doesn’t speak?”

“Well, he doesn’t speak very often. He told me his first name, but that’s all he’s said so far.”

“Okay. The doctor will be in to speak with you in a moment.”

The paper on the examination table crinkled as Elijah wiggled around. He jammed his hands back into his pockets and jiggled his foot nervously. Madison fidgeted as well. She felt strange and out of place while Drake seemed calm and relaxed. Finally, the doctor knocked and stepped into the room. Dr. Roberts was a short, round name with salt and pepper hair that stuck up on the top of his head.

“Good afternoon, folks. How are you today?”

Drake spoke up as he had with the nurse.

“We’re doing fine, Doctor. How are you?”

“Good, good, can’t complain. Very busy.”

“Thank you for seeing us on such short notice.”

“That’s okay. It’s important to get kids like Elijah checked out right away.”

Dr. Roberts turned to Elijah.

“How are you today, young man?”

Elijah looked down at his feet and shrugged.

“Don’t worry, Elijah. I’m just going to check you over real quick.”

The doctor put the ear pieces of his stethoscope into his ears.

“I’m going to put this on your back and listen to your breathing. Just breathe normally.”

The doctor lifted Elijah’s hoodie and shirt up and slid the stethoscope under them to listen.

“Take deep breaths now.”

Elijah breathed deeply until the doctor told him to stop. The doctor then moved the stethoscope to Elijah’s chest. He used a scope to look into Elijah’s ears. He also looked into Elijah’s mouth and his throat.

“So far he looks pretty good. He needs to be seen by a dentist for a good cleaning. I can give you a referral if you would like.”

The doctor paused and looked at his chart. “I see here that his hands have been injured.”

Madison could see Elijah tense. He didn’t seem to like anyone to talk about his hands. The doctor asked Elijah, “Elijah, can you let me see your hands?”

His voice was soft and gentle. Elijah looked at him as if gauge the doctor’s attention. He looked at Drake who nodded encouraging. “It’s okay, Elijah. Let the doctor examine your hands. He won’t hurt you.”

Elijah slowly pulled his hands out of his pockets. The doctor touched them lightly as he turned Elijah’s fists so he could see the fingers clenched into his palms. Occasionally, he would touch a finger or a part of his hand and ask Elijah if he were in pain. Elijah always shook his head, but Madison thought he was hiding what he was feeling. When the doctor was finished examining Elijah, he said, “Elijah, do you want to go to the nurses’ station and get a sticker or something? I just need to talk to your guardians for a few moments.”

Elijah slid off the table and rushed out the door as if he expected the doctor to change his mind.

After Elijah was gone, Dr. Roberts asked, “You don’t know how his hands were injured?”

“No,” Drake answered, “Like we told the nurse, Elijah has only told us his first name.”

“His hands are badly injured and inflamed. I would like to get them imaged as soon as we can so we can look at the damage and work on a plan to repair them. He seems to be in a little pain. I think heat will be the best thing for him if he’s aching. Is he able to take care of himself?”

“Yes,” Drake replied. “He can pick up quite a few things between his thumb and the side of his fingers. Sometimes, he drops things, but he is very independent.”

The doctor made another notation, and handed them the instructions for taking care of Elijah’s hands. “The imaging center will call you within the next couple of days to schedule an appointment. You’re also going to be taking him to see a psychologist?”

“Yes, we’re going to make an appointment as soon as we get home. Is there anything we can do in the meantime to help him?”

“I think you’re doing all you can. I think he’ll start talking after a while. You just need to give him time.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Madison and Drake stood as the doctor left the room. “You’re were quiet during the appointment,” Drake said.

“I know. I did all the talking during our last meeting, so I thought I would give you a chance.”

Elijah was anxious to leave when they returned to the waiting room. As Drake and Madison approached him, he got up and moved quickly to the door.

“What’s the rush, Elijah?” Drake asked with a smile. “We thought you might want to hang out for a while in the waiting room. It’s nice in here with the aquarium and all.”

Elijah flashed him a frown and pulled the door open. As soon as they stepped outside, he seemed to relax. Madison thought she and Drake should probably tell Elijah about getting his hands x-rayed or whatever they wanted to do, but Elijah had already been through enough today. As they headed back to I-70, she turned to check on him. He was already dozing.

She whispered to Drake. “I think we should wait until tomorrow to tell him about his other appointments.”

Drake nodded. “I agree. I think he’s a little overwhelmed by everything.”

To tell the truth, Madison was feeling a little overwhelmed herself, but she didn’t tell Drake how she was feeling. She couldn’t really talk about the case and she didn’t want him to know about her screw-up with the Turners. And now she had to make sure that Elijah was protected. They rode in silence the rest of the way to Fruita.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 11

silhouette3Drake was washing dishes while Elijah helped dry. It was a struggle to hold onto the wet plates, but he wanted to help Drake. When he grabbed a large plate, though, his grip slipped on the wet china and the plate smashed to the floor. Instinctively, he stepped away from Drake and braced himself for a blow.

“Uh, oh,” Drake said. “Can you go get the broom? It’s hanging on the wall in the garage.”

Elijah stared at Drake. He wasn’t mad? Drake looked at Elijah. His blue eyes were serious, but they didn’t seem mad.

“Are you all right, Elijah? You didn’t hurt yourself did you?”

Elijah shook his head, and moved around the pieces of china to get the broom. If his father had been here, he would have cuffed him hard on the ear. He found the broom in the garage and carefully lifted it off its hook. He was starting to like Drake more and more. He’s almost forgotten himself and spoken to him several times. He would have to be careful. He couldn’t afford to slip up. He couldn’t let Drake, or the Sheriff, find out about his father or himself.

He brought the broom to Drake. Drake snapped off the dustpan which was attached to the handle and handed it to Elijah. While Drake swept up the shards, Elijah held the dustpan in place. Working together, they cleaned up Elijah’s mess. As Drake handed Elijah the broom, he said, “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

His father never talked like that. His father was always the boss. Elijah did what his father told him and that was that. They didn’t work together. They weren’t a team. Elijah often felt like he was a bother to his father, just an irritation. He often wondered why his father didn’t get rid of him. He could travel a lot faster and longer without having to stop and rest or get food. His father was like a machine—never stopping, never sleeping, but always on the alert. Elijah was amazed that he had finally outsmarted him. He hoped his father was far away right now. He thought of his father walking down the highway into the darkness, finally alone. For a moment, Elijah felt guilty standing in this warm kitchen filled with golden light. He was safe from his father, but at what price?

As he was hanging the broom back up in the garage, the garage door began to open. For a moment, he froze. His father had found him. He hadn’t left town, but had tracked him here. He was getting ready to hide when he saw the lights on the Sheriff’s SUV. Even though the Sheriff made him as nervous as his father did, he relaxed when he saw it was her coming home. Drake came to stand behind him at the door and put his hands on his shoulders. For once, Elijah didn’t tense and pull away. He liked the warmth of Drake’s hands seeping into the cloth on his shoulders.

The Sheriff got out of the SUV. Even though she parked her car in the garage, she still locked it. She was careful like his father. She reminded him a little of his father—the way she was constantly on alert, always scanning the surroundings, even when she was at home. He’d noticed that at dinner how she sat so she could face the side door from the garage and the livingroom where the front door was. His father did that, too. If they ever ate in a diner or a fast food place, he always sat so he could see all the exits and his eyes never lost that calculating look as he scanned the place for danger.

The Sheriff was like that. When she looked at him, he felt like she wasn’t seeing him. She was seeing the key to solving her case, but he wasn’t going to help her. This case would have to go unsolved. She didn’t seem nervous or scared as she approached Elijah and Drake. Elijah had heard them fighting when he went into his room and slammed his door. He heard another door slam and the house had gone quiet. He’d finally dozed off and when he had awoken, someone had covered him with a quilt. That was strange. He didn’t usually sleep that soundly, but he hadn’t even known someone was in his room.

Madison came and stood at the bottom of the stairs. She looked sad.

“Hey, you guys, I’m really sorry about this afternoon.”

Drake stepped around Elijah and headed down the stairs. Elijah thought to himself, Here it comes, but Drake didn’t hit Madison. He just hugged her. Of course, Madison was a sheriff and she had a gun. Maybe, that was why Drake didn’t hit her. He had vague memories of his mother and his father fighting, and the fights always ended the same way, with a punch. He turned and headed back into the kitchen with Drake and Madison on his heals.

Drake asked, “Did you eat dinner?”

Madison nodded. “Hal and I grabbed a really late lunch, so I’m good for now. I’m going to go change, and then I need to talk to you and Elijah.”

As he settled in on the couch, Elijah prepared himself to be questioned again. She could ask him all the questions she wanted, but he wasn’t going to answer them. They couldn’t know about what his father had done, or about what he had done. Elijah wasn’t exactly innocent either.

Drake sat down next to Elijah on the couch. “After we talk, do you want to play MarioKart again? I’m ready for another round.”

Elijah wanted to play, but his hands had been aching. He wasn’t used to using them so much, and he thought they were getting tired. He didn’t know how to tell Drake. He didn’t want to bring up his hands, or that would mean more questions, so he just nodded.

“Good. I have to even our score.”

Madison came into the livingroom. She had changed to a large blue sweater and blue leggings. Her hair was down. She had long black hair, but she usually kept it up in a ponytail. She looked completely different. Not like the Sheriff at all.

“Elijah,” she said looking at him. He braced himself to resist her questions. “I’m not going to ask you any more questions.”

He wasn’t sure he could trust her.

“But we need to take you to a doctor. Actually, I want you to see two doctors. One is a medical doctor and one is a psychologist. Do you know what a psychologist is?”

Elijah shook his head. He’d never been to the doctor. His father always took care of him if he got sick.

“A psychologist is someone who helps people with problems they might have. People talk to them and they help them. Would you go see a doctor like that and maybe talk to them?”

Elijah shrugged. He didn’t want to say no exactly, but he wasn’t going to talk to any other adult, either. Madison seemed to accept his answer. He and Drake began playing their game. His hands hurt, so he didn’t do very well. Drake finally noticed that he wasn’t playing very well.

“Are you tired of playing, Elijah?” Drake asked.

Elijah nodded.

Drake shut off his game and turned on the large screen television that was mounted on the wall above the fireplace.

“Let’s watch a movie instead.”

Elijah settled back in next to Drake. Drake got up. “We can’t watch a movie without some popcorn. Hey, Madison! We’re watching a movie. Do you want to join us?”

Madison had gone back into their bedroom, but she came out when Drake called her. She sat on the couch next to Elijah, and grabbed the remote. She went to a guide on the television and began scrolling through the movies.

“How about The Incredibles?” she asked. “We can watch the first one tonight and then the second one tomorrow when we get home from the doctor.”

Elijah nodded. He could smell the scent of hot buttered popcorn as Drake popped the popcorn in the microwave. Drake came out with a large bowl of popcorn and some glasses of juice on a tray. He settled back to watch the movie. He hadn’t seen many movies. Every now and then, his father would get him a room somewhere and he would watch whatever happened to be on, but he’d never been able to just order up any movie he liked. As Drake and Madison settled back on the couch, he began to relax. He leaned back, too, and for a while, even forgot that Madison was the sheriff. For a moment, he could pretend that this was his family and that he was home.

He’d had to get rid of the body and clean up the mess he made. He’d hit the guy at the base of the skull with the tire iron. The guy never even saw him coming and he went down like a bag of rocks. After checking to make sure that the rest of the cabin was empty, he had loaded the body in the back of the pick-up truck that was parked in front of the cabin and drove it around to the back. The lot for the cabin backed up against a stand of pine trees. He carried the body into the thickest part of the trees and dumped him in a small hollow at the bottom of a large pine tree. He covered the body with some branches and leaves and then headed back to the cabin. He now had transportation that the cops wouldn’t be looking for and a place to say.

When he stepped back into the cabin, he noticed some spots of blood on the shiny wood floor. He cleaned up the blood and then scoped out the rest of the cabin. He checked the front bedroom first. A double bed was in the center of the room and covered by a worn quilt. A battered chest of drawers stood in the corner. The drawers were all empty as was the closet, so he figured that this must be an extra bedroom. He thought of the boy as he checked the room. It would be nice to live in a spot like this all the time. No more moving around, no more running. They would be on their own away from people. And without people around, he probably wouldn’t get his urges as often. He could keep the boy from getting any urges himself. He sighed as he closed the door to the empty room. He had to quit dreaming about things that could never be. Someone would probably miss this guy sooner or later. He checked the next room down the hall. A small bathroom with an old claw-foot tub and cracked tile, but at least it was clean.

The last room at the end of the hall was another bedroom. This one looked lived in. The bed was rumpled and the closet was filled with clothes. There was only mens’ clothes in the closet. No sign that he had a wife or anyone living with him. He thought he was safe for now. He closed the door to that bedroom and decided to sleep in the front bedroom. He went out to get his pack out of the car. He needed to do some laundry and take a shower. Then, he would eat and come up with a plan. He knew that the Sheriff had taken the boy home with her. The woman he had snatched from in front of the Sheriff’s office had finally told him what he needed to know. She had died before she could tell him any more. He needed to figure out where the Sheriff lived. He couldn’t go around asking people in the town where the Sheriff lived. People would notice. He had to assume that the Sheriff had gotten a description from someone. When he had an impulse, he didn’t hide who he was other than putting up his hood. He never stayed around after a kill, so he’d never had to be very careful. He and the boy kept moving from city to city. He tried to avoid small towns like this one whenever he could, but they were stranded. He would never have given in to his need to kill if they hadn’t been so desperate for money. He didn’t usually steal from the women he killed. It wasn’t honorable, but this time he had had no choice. He’d only gotten a couple of hundred dollars, but it would have been enough to get on a bus and get out of this god forsaken town.

Now he was stuck here. He’d walked right under the security camera to snatch the last woman. Again, he’d had no choice. He needed to find his boy and that woman was talking to him and the Sheriff moments before they left. He’d kept his hood on, but he was sure the camera had caught him. Probably, every business in the town had his picture by now. He grabbed his pack out of the trunk of the silver car. At least, he had a vehicle that wouldn’t draw attention. The man who owned the cabin had a red 150. He would be able to drive it for a while until someone noticed the man was missing. He was going to ditch the silver car as soon as he could. Shouldering his pack, he went back through the front door, through the livingroom and back into the kitchen. There was a small mudroom to the right of the backdoor. There was a decrepit washing machine that he hoped still worked. Fiddling with the dial, he heard a rush of water. After loading his and the boy’s clothes into the washer and adding detergent, he went into the kitchen to get some food.

The kitchen was stocked with enough food to last a few days at least. He made himself a bologna and cheese sandwich and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. As he sat at the scarred mica-topped kitchen table, he began leafing through the local newspaper, The Fruita Times. It was a small paper, not many pages. He stopped on the Community page when he saw a picture that he recognized. The picture showed a woman with long dark hair officiating at a pie-eating contest. Even though she was smiling, he could tell that she wasn’t quite comfortable being there. Her whole body was stiff and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Next to her stood, a tall man with curly brown hair. The man was laughing and his arm was around the Sheriff. He looked at the caption: “Sheriff Rhodes and her husband, Drake, officiate at the Fruita Carnival Pie Eating Contest. The Sheriff vows to arrest anyone who tries to cheat.”

The caption was trying to be humorous, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off the Sheriff’s husband. A plan was beginning to surface. He ripped the picture out of the paper and stared at it. He smiled.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 10

silhouette3When Madison and Hal returned to the Sheriff’s Office, Hal headed back to the security camera monitors to continue looking for Mandy’s attacker. With any luck, they would get a clear picture of the perp and be able to get the information to the community. She wanted to catch him before he committed another murder. Again, she wondered why he was hanging around. And why kill Mandy? It didn’t make any sense.

She went to the conference room and began adding notes to the white board. She added Mandy’s information to the board along with a timeline. The killer had killed Andie between 4:45 and 5:30. He had killed Mandy after ten. Two killings within five hours of each other. They had to be connected. She just had to find the key. She kept returning again and again to the boy. He was the key. She was sure of it. If only they could get him to talk.

Her cell rang. Drake was calling. She hoped nothing was wrong as she answered it.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Hello to you, too,” Drake said. He sounded surprisingly upbeat after everything that had happened. “Yes. Everything is fine. I found out his name.”

“What?” Madison was stunned. Drake had only been with the boy for a few hours.

“His name is Elijah,” Drake said.

Madison wrote down Elijah’s name on the whiteboard. “What’s his last name?”

She started to get excited. Now, they would be able to find out who this kid was and how he was connected to everything.

“Hold on,” Drake said. “One step at a time. I got him to say his name, but that’s all he’ll say. I don’t think we should pressure him. We need to let him get comfortable with us.”

“He’s the only lead I’ve got to solve two murders, Drake. I can’t afford to wait until he feels comfortable. He’s got to talk to us now.”

“Two murders?” Drake went silent.

“We found another body this morning.” She paused. She didn’t want to tell him where the body was found. He already worried enough about her safety when she was on the job, even though they had moved to a small town to get away from the high crime-rate in Denver. The fact that the body was found across the street and that Mandy had been killed minutes after she had left the scene would not sit well with them.

“Madison? What body?”

“The person from Child Protective Services who was assigned the boy’s…Elijah’s case. She was killed last night after we left the station.”

She heard a door slam in the phone. Drake must have moved somewhere in the house and closed the door. His voice was shaking.

“Was it the same person who killed Andie?”

“We don’t know for sure. We think so.”

“He’s after you.”

“We don’t know that for sure. We think the two murders are connected. We just don’t know how.”

“Elijah. It’s Elijah.”

“That’s what we think.”

She could hear Drake take a deep breath on the other end.

“We’re going to have to be careful.”

“Yes. You see why we need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, okay, but I’m not bringing him into the station. He’s not ready for that.”

“I’ll come home.”

Hal was sitting in front of the computer screen reviewing the footage from the security camera.

“Hal, I’m going home. I think the boy is ready to talk.”

Hal turned. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Madison shook her head. “You keep scanning the security footage. Drake only got the boy to say his name. It’s Elijah. I’m going to go home and talk to him and see if I can get anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Hal turned back to the screen and Madison headed home.

Elijah and Drake were sitting on the couch in the living room. She could hear the sounds of race cars. Elijah looked a lot better. He was wearing new jeans and a new read hoodie. She thought that Drake must have trimmed his hair.

Elijah was smiling as his thumbs manipulated the controls of the small video game he held in his hands. Drake was also staring intently at another small video game.

“Hey! You cut me off!” Drake yelled.

Elijah giggled. He seemed like a different boy. His face was alight and he had lost that hunted look in his eyes. She hated to end their peaceful time together, but she needed answers.

“It looks like you two are having fun,” she said as she sat on the easy chair across from the couch.

Elijah’s smile died as he powered off his game, put it aside, and shoved his fists into his pocket. Drake powered off his game as well.

He smiled at Madison. “Are you home for lunch? Elijah and I haven’t eaten yet.”

“No,” Madison said, “I need to talk to Elijah.”

Drake’s smile also died as he looked from Madison to Elijah.

“I thought we talked about that.”

“We did, Drake, but I need to know some things that only Elijah can tell me.”

Madison looked at Elijah, but Elijah wouldn’t look at her. She took out her notebook.

“It’s really good that you told Drake your first name, but I need to know your last name, too. We need to see if we can find your parents or your family.”

Elijah’s head snapped up. His eyes had that fearful hunted look, and he shook his head violently.

“You don’t want us to find your family?”

He shook his head again.

“Will you tell me your last name?”

Elijah again shook his head.

“Elijah, I need to know some things. You need to help me. Look at me.”

Elijah looked at her, but in addition to the fear was anger. He leaped off the couch and ran into his room, slamming the door behind him. Drake was also angry at her.

She looked at him. “What am I supposed to do, Drake? I can’t sit back and wait for answers I have to find them now.”

“Maybe, you should haul him back to the station. You could beat him with a rubber hose until he talks.”

“That’s not fair, Drake. I’m trying to solve a case here. We have to find out what Elijah knows before there are any more murders.”

“You don’t even know if he really knows anything. I told you, you need to wait until he feels more comfortable. My God! Did you even see him? He was laughing and smiling. You couldn’t let him be for one day?”

“Drake, my case..”

Drake cut her off. “Yeah, it’s always about the case. You couldn’t call because of the case. You were late because of the case. You can’t talk to me because of the case. You can’t always put life on hold for your cases.”

Drake stomped into his room and slammed the door. Madison sighed, shoved her notebook back into her pocket, and left the house. She might as well head back to work. Maybe, she and Hal could begin canvassing the businesses on Main Street. If she were going to solve this case, she would need to do it with the information she could find herself.

As she drove back to the office, a call came through on her cell. Switching it to the Bluetooth in the SUV, she picked up.

“Sheriff Rhodes speaking.”

“I found the attack on the video surveillance.”

“Hal? Can you see the perpetrator?”

“Yeah. He’s wearing a hoodie, so you can’t see his face, but he fits the description Guthrie gave me.”

“Okay, that’s a start.”

“Also, about an hour after he pulled the vic off the street, he came back into the view of the camera and got into a silver car. I’m assuming that’s the car that belongs to the vic.”

Now, they knew who they were looking for and what he was driving. “Put a bolo out and attach a picture of the subject.”

“Already done, boss. Where do we go from here?”

“I’m just a few minutes away from town. Meet me on Main Street and lets canvas the businesses to see if anyone saw anything.”

“Will do, Steward out.”

Hal always ended his calls like he was on a radio. Probably, a leftover from his military days. She ended the call and headed toward Main Street. She found a spot across from Guthrie’s cafe and pulled in. Hal pulled in a few spots down and met her on the sidewalk. He had some papers in his hand.

Showing her the papers, he said, “I brought a still from the video. I thought it might help.”

Madison smiled at Hal. “Thanks, Hal. I can always count on you.”

“You know it, Sheriff. Should we work on this together or should we split up?”

“Let’s split up and meet at the end of the street. We can head back to the office and compare notes.”

Handing her a copy of the picture, Hal headed into the department store. Since Hal had already talked to Guthrie, Madison began with the next business next to his, Jackson’s Hardware Store. No Ace Hardware or Home Depot on Main Street. All the businesses along Main Street were locally owned. People who wanted to go to the big name stores had to head into Grand Junction.

Frank Andrews, the owner of the store, was behind the counter. He was just finishing checking out a customer, Mrs. Jenkins. She was buying fertilizer for her prize-winning roses. She lived about a half-mile down from Madison’s house.

“Hello, Sheriff Rhodes,” Mrs. Jenkins said. Her eyes were red-rimmed. She had known Andie and her parents as well.

“Hello, Mrs. Jenkins. How are you?”

“As well as can be expected. I’m better than some.”

Madison nodded. Mrs. Jenkins was good friends with the Turners. She seemed a little angry with Madison. Probably, half the town had heard about her mistake with the Turners. She couldn’t worry about that right now. The best thing she could do was to catch the killer and put him away.

“You have a good day, Mrs. Jenkins,” Madison nodded her head at her neighbor and stepped around her.

“Hello, Mr. Andrews. Can I speak with you for a moment?”

After speaking with Mr. Andrews for a few minutes, Madison quickly surmised that he hadn’t seen anything last night. His store closed at five, and he didn’t have any outside displays on the sidewalk yesterday. When Andie was killed, he was back in his office finalizing the day’s receipts.

“You didn’t hear anything?”

Mr. Andrews shook his head. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t. I can’t believe I was back here when that was happening right next door. I wish I had heard something. You can believe me. I would have gone running over there.”

Madison nodded. Frank Andrews was not a large man. She doubted he could have taken on Andie’s assailant, but maybe he could have scared him off. She showed him the picture of from the video, but he didn’t remember seeing anyone like that around.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. I just didn’t notice anything out of order last night.”

“That’s okay. Call me if you think of anything.”

“I will, Sheriff. You can be sure that I’ll keep my eye out now.”

Madison left the hardware store. The crime scene tape was still blocking off the sidewalk in front of Andie’s store. Madison walked around the tape and went into the store next to Andie’s. Alice’s Bookstore. When she walked in a small bell tinkled, Alice emerged from one of the book shelves towards the back of the store.

Alice was one of Drake’s clients. He had helped her set up a digital inventory for her store and secure her computers.

“Hi, Madison. That’s just horrible about Andie, and then you found another victim this morning?”

Madison nodded.

“I always thought Fruita was such a safe place. I’m really jumpy today I can tell you. And to think I was in here last night.”

“That’s why I cam in here. I wanted to see if you saw or heard anything yesterday between 4:30 and 5:30.”

Alice nodded. “I didn’t hear anything, but I saw a couple of strangers on the sidewalk at about a quarter to five.”

Madison pulled out her notebook and began taking notes.

“What did you see, Alice?”

“I was rearranging my window display. I looked out the window and saw a huge man with a boy walking next to him.”
“Did you know them?”
“No, I’ve never seen them before. I felt kind of sorry for the little boy. He looked at me as he walked by. I smiled at him but he seemed almost afraid. I could tell he hadn’t had a good meal in a long time. He looked so skinny and his face had that pinched look that kids get when they haven’t been fed.”
Madison nodded and continued to write quickly.

“Can you describe the man?”

“He was tall. About as big as Hal and he was muscley, kind of like Hal.”

“Did you see his face?”

“No. I wish I had, but he had one of those hooded sweatshirts on and the hood was pulled over his head. I couldn’t see his face. The boy had his hood on, too. The only reason I saw the boy’s face was that he looked right at me.”

Madison pulled the picture out of her pocket and showed it to Alice. “Is this the man you saw?”

Alice frowned as she looked at the picture. “It’s hard to be sure, but he reminds me of the man I saw and the hoodie looks similar.”

It wouldn’t hold up in court, but, for Madison, it confirmed that the same man had killed both Andie and Mandy. Now, they just had to find enough evidence to prove it.

“You said there was a boy with him, and that you saw his face.”

“Yes, like I said, he looked right at me.”

“Can you describe him?”

“He looked to be about 11 or 12, but he was real scrawny like he hadn’t been eating too good. He had dark eyes. I remember that.”

“What about his hair?”

Alice shook her head. “His hood was up so I couldn’t see his hair. I don’t really remember anything else about him. His hoodie was kind of dark and I think he was wearing jeans.”

If Alice was right about what she saw, then Elijah had been travelling with the murderer. She thought he was just a witness, but it appeared that he was something more. He definitely knew the killer, but was he travelling with him voluntarily? Why had the killer left him at the scene? Was he involved in Andie’s murder somehow?

She had a little more information, but with each bit of information, she came up with more questions. She left the bookstore and continued down the street. No one else on her side of the street reported seeing the man and the boy. She hoped that Hal had had more luck.

When she left the last store, she crossed the street and met Hal coming out of the pub, the last business on that side of the block.

“Any luck?” he asked her.

She told him what Alice had seen. Two men who had been out smoking a cigarette in front of the pub had also seen the man and the boy, but they had gone back inside the pub and hadn’t seen the man with Andie.

“Do you still think that boy is innocent?” Hal asked her quietly. His blue eyes piercing her.

“I don’t know, Hal. You heard the coroner. Someone with large hands killed Andie.”

“But we know that the boy was travelling with the perp.”

“I know, Hal. The boy knows who the killer is.”

“He still won’t talk?”

Madison sighed. “No. He feels comfortable with Drake, but as soon as I come into the picture, he shuts down. I can’t get anything out of him.”

They began walking up the street, back to their vehicles. Hal walked Madison to her SUV and then began crossing the street.

“Where are you going?” she called to Hal.

“I’m going to talk to Guthrie again. I want a list of the people who were in his cafe last night. I’ll meet you back at the station.”

Madison waved and climbed back into her SUV. Her stomach rumbled and she realized she hadn’t eaten much since last night. She should have told Hal to pick up some food while he was over there.

Back at the station, she added the information she had collected to the whiteboard. She also taped the picture Hal had given her to the whiteboard. As she finished organizing the information, her mouth began to water as she caught the aroma of a succulent cheeseburger. Hal walked into the conference room carrying a large take-out bag from Guthrie’s.

“I forgot to eat today. How about you?”

She sat down next to him as he began to unpack the food. He handed her a large drink and a cheeseburger. She moaned a little as she bit down into the juicy hamburger. She often forgot to eat during a case and then, suddenly, she would be ravenous. After eating a few mouthfuls, she said, “Thanks, Hal. I was wishing that I had asked you to bring back something from Guthrie.”

Hal smiled. “It’s that psychic connection we have.”

“I guess so,” Madison said and took a sip of her coke.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. They had both sat down with their backs to the board. Sometimes, it was easier to focus on your own needs when you weren’t staring at the case constantly. Hal took a drink from his soda and wiped his mouth.

“I was thinking,” he said, “What if you took that boy…”

“Elijah,” she interrupted.

“Okay, Elijah. What if you took him to see a doctor?”

“A doctor?”

“Yeah, like a shrink or something. Maybe, someone who was trained to deal with troubled children could get him to talk.”

“I hadn’t thought about that, Hal. That might work.”

She hadn’t thought about Elijah except as he fit into the case. She hadn’t really thought about what he might need to help him talk. He probably needed to see a medical doctor as well. Mandy had said something about that right before Madison had left the station last night. After she and Hal finished eating, they updated the board with the rest of the information. None of the deputies had reported in with any sightings.

“I don’t think there is anything else we can do here, Hal,” Madison said when they were finished. It was after 6:30 and it was beginning to get dark.

“Why don’t you go home and get some rest, Sheriff?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Hal.”

“I will, but I don’t have a family like you do. I’m going to hang out for a while longer and then I’ll head home.”

“All right, Hal. You need to get some rest, too.”

Sins of the Father: Chapter 9

silhouette3Elijah looked at the red rectangular game Drake had handed to him. He wasn’t sure he could do this, but he had to try. Along with clothes and underwear and other personal stuff, Drake had bought him a video game. Drake had bought one for himself, too, plus several games for each system.

“Have you ever played a video game, Buddy?”

Frowning, Elijah shook his head. He wanted Drake to quit calling him Buddy. He had a name. Buddy was the name you’d give a dog or, maybe, a horse. He wanted to tell Drake his real name, but his father had trained him to stay silent in front of strangers. He’d gotten so good at staying quiet that he even quit talking to his father. His father talked and he listened. It was just easier that way. He never knew if a mistimed question or remark would set his father off, so he learned to stay quiet. It was a hard habit to break.

He looked around the living room. It was quiet and peaceful with pale yellow walls and furniture. Blue and yellow throw pillows dotted the couch and the arm chair by the fireplace. He felt safe here. He cleared his throat. Drake was opening one of the video games, but paused when he heard Elijah clear his throat. He looked at Elijah expectantly.

Elijah cleared his throat again. He hadn’t spoken in so long he couldn’t find his voice. He decided to whisper.

“My name…”

Drake leaned closer.

“I’m listening, Buddy.”

Elijah took a deep breath.

“My name is…is…Elijah.”

Drake smiled. “Elijah? Your name is Elijah?”

Elijah nodded.

“Good job, Bu…Elijah. I’m sorry I was calling you Buddy. I could have called you Honey or Sweetie, instead, but I thought Buddy would be a good nickname.”

Elijah looked at Drake’s smiling face and realized that Drake was teasing him. For the first time in a long time, Elijah smiled.

He drove the lady’s Honda into the hills outside of Fruita. The county was rocky and desolate, but he needed to get away from the town and think. He needed a place to hide, preferably a place with food and water, so he could hunker down and come up with a plan. The woman had finally told him what he had needed to know before she died. He admired her. She had held out a long time before she gave in to the fear and pain. Most women would have cracked long before she did, but she was a woman after all. She had finally submitted to him.

If he could trust her, the man found out that the boy was staying with the Sheriff. He was relieved to hear that. He didn’t want his boy locked up behind bars, but he wasn’t too pleased to have him live with the Sheriff, either. Why hadn’t they sent him to some foster home or a group home? He could get the boy away from people like that. Most foster parents didn’t give a damn about the children they took in. They just wanted the money. They would leave the boy alone eventually or let him outside unsupervised and he could’ve taken him. Not the Sheriff, though. She was going to keep her eye on the boy. She wasn’t trying to help him. She just wanted him to tell her what he knew. He knew his boy, though. His boy would never talk to the likes of her. He had trained him too well. He would remember his lessons and stay silent.

He came to a gravel road. It looked like someone maintained it. Maybe, there was a cabin he could break into. He turned down the road. The road was lined with evergreen trees and grassy fields stretched to either side of the rode. He could see the outcroppings of red rock behind the property. The road ended in the front yard of a small cabin. A pick-up truck was parked in front of the cabin and the front door was open. Someone was home, but he could deal with that. This was his lucky day. A shelter with running water and food. He would be all right now. After parking the silver car to the side of the cabin, he grabbed a tire iron out of the trunk. Silently, he stepped into the front door of his new cabin.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 8

silhouette3After speaking with Mandy’s husband, Madison and Hal stopped at the Coroner’s office. Dr. Schultes had called and left a message that she was starting the autopsy on Andie’s body. The coroner’s office was a large brick building at 12th and Walnut in Grand Junction. Surrounded by trees just beginning to show their spring leaves, the red brick of the building shining in the sun might have been inviting if you didn’t know what lay behind the doors. As a former Marine, Hal had seen death. As a homicide detective in Denver, Madison had attended many autopsies. But she had never seen the autopsy for someone she knew.

Neither she nor Hal spoke as they headed down a long hallway with glossy white floors. They entered the autopsy room. The room was a pale gray with metal sinks along one wall and a wall of metal coolers along the other. The floor was white tile. Andie’s body was on a metal table. Dr. Schultes was examining the marks on Andie’s neck. She turned when Hal and Madison came into the room.

“I didn’t know if you would make it, Sheriff.” Dr. Schultes said, nodding to Hal.

“We were already in Grand Junction when you called. Have you found anything yet?”

“Yes. I have. Your victim scratched her attacker. I found blood and skin cells under her finger nails. I’ll send the samples for DNA analysis.”

Madison couldn’t believe it. If the perp were in the Codis database, they could identify him and get him off the streets. She wondered if Mandy had also been able to scratch him.

Andie began talking into a recorder. Hal and Madison remained silent as she worked. She began with a Y-incision on Andie’s chest and abdomen. After examining her internal organs and weighing them, she moved to Andie’s neck.

“The hyoid bone is fractured. This indicates strangulation. The preliminary cause of death is homicide.”

Dr. Schultes stopped the recorder and turned to Madison and Hal.

“I will be a while longer, but this is looking like a homicide.”

Madison asked, “Can you tell anything about the perpetrator?”

“Judging by the marks on her throat, I would say he used his hands, like so.”

Dr. Schultes held her hand up with her thumbs toward her and her fingers away.

“His thumbs would have been pressing against her larynx and her hyoid bone. His fingers were wrapped around her throat. There is bruising at her throat and at the base of her skull. Whoever did this was very strong and his hands were large enough to wrap completely around her neck.”

Madison nodded. That confirmed what Guthrie had seen and fit with the evidence they had so far.

“How long will it take you to finish up?” Madison asked.

Dr. Schultes, “I’ll have my formal report finished by tomorrow. The lab reports will take several weeks.”

“What about the other body?”

As Dr. Schultes turned and picked up a saw, she replied, “I’ll start work on that right after I finish this one.”

Madison and Hal left the room as the saw began to buzz. Dr. Schultes was beginning to  remove Andie’s brain, but Madison and Hal had what they needed.

“We need to get everyone looking for that silver Honda,” Hal said. Madison nodded as she climbed into the SUV.

“We also need to go through the security footage. We must have the second attack on the camera,” Madison replied.

They were silent as they drove back to Fruita. Hal was driving so Madison let her mind wander as she watched the scenery. She couldn’t figure out why Mandy had been killed. What was the motive? Were the two murders connected. She pulled her little notebook out of her pocket and looked at the pages. As she looked at her scribbled notes, she realized there were two connections between the two murders. The boy and her. She was on her way to meet Andie when Andie was killed, and she had spoken to Mandy right before she was attacked. The other connection was the boy. She had found him at the first murder scene, and Mandy had interacted with him right before her attack. They would have to explore both connections.

Was Madison really the target? She had put away a lot of people when she worked in the Major Crimes unit in Denver. Could one of them be after her? It seemed far-fetched, but it was the only theory she could think of. The other connection was the boy, but she didn’t know what that connection could be. She was sure he hadn’t committed the first murder, and he was with her and Drake when Mandy was murdered. But he knew who had killed Andie, even though he refused to talk about it. Was someone after the boy, because he had seen him kill Andie? Maybe, the boy was looking for a place to stay during the night and walked down the alley. He may have seen the killer moving the body into the back room, or maybe he saw him coming out the back door. But what was the boy doing here? It was a small town and the boy was a stranger. Could a boy that young hike to Fruita from another town? He might be a runaway. She jotted that down in the notebook. They could check the database for missing children and see if he fit any of the descriptions. If they could find his parents, maybe he would be willing to finally talk to them.

Right now, she had more questions than answers. As she and Hal drove into the outskirts of town, she let Hal in on her thoughts.

Hal shook his head at her first theory.

“I don’t know, Madison. That seems pretty far-fetched. If one of your old perps turned up here, how would they know where you were going last night? And I don’t think they’re going to hand out in front of the Sheriff’s Department waiting to kill someone you talked to. They would just kill you.”

“Probably, Hal. Then there’s the boy.”

Hal nodded. “I think the most likely connection is the boy. Like you said, he witnessed a crime when he was in the alley or walking in front of the store, but I still don’t get why the person would kill Mandy. Just because she talked to the boy in front of the department? It still doesn’t make sense. If I’d committed a murder, I’d get out of town, especially a town as small as this one. People are going to be on the look-out for strangers and they’re going to notice him eventually.”

“That’s what I’m counting on, Hal.”

Sins of the Father: Chapter 7

silhouette3Madison was back at work early the next morning. If she’d been able, she would have dropped the boy off with Drake last night and headed back to work, but she wanted to help the boy settle in. She thought that they had done a good job of making him comfortable, but, when she tried to comb his hair, he had gotten upset. She didn’t know what she had done wrong. She had only wanted to help with his tangled hair.

She had called Mandy first thing this morning to talk about what they should do for the boy, but Mandy’s phone went straight to voice mail. Drake wanted to take the boy to get some clothes. Even after they’d been washed, his own clothes were ragged and falling apart. She wasn’t sure it was a good idea to take the boy out, but he desperately needed clothes and personal hygiene supplies. She had told Drake to be careful and to bring the boy right home when they were done.

As she walked into the office, she saw Hal in the conference room. He had begun organizing the whiteboard with the evidence they had collected so far. When she went into the conference room, he handed her a cup of coffee.

“How does it look?” he asked

Hal had posted a picture of Andie on the board and written a rough schedule of her last afternoon. Hal pointed at the schedule.

“What time were you supposed to meet her?”

“We were going to meet a little before 5:30. I was going to help her pull her plants inside and, then, we were going to eat at Guthrie’s.”

“So when you got there…?”

Madison realized that Hal was interviewing her as a witness without making it seem like he was interviewing her. She tried to remember everything she had seen and heard. She watched him fill in the information on the whiteboard and add what Guthrie had told her to the information about the suspect.

“The last time she used the register was at 4:45. Guthrie said he saw her moving her plants in with a man at about 5:00.”

Madison swallowed, “So she died a little after 5:00.”

Hal nodded.

“If I had left just a little earlier…”

Hal stopped her. “You can’t think like that. You had no idea what was going on.”

Madison shook her head. She hated that she had been so close. She remembered watching the clock run down to 5:00 as she messed around with some routine paperwork. She could have put the paperwork aside and left early for once. Taking a deep breath, she looked at the board. They didn’t have very much to go on, other than the boy. She was going to have to figure out a way to get him to talk.

As if he were reading her mind, Hal asked, “How’s the boy? Has he said anything?”

“No, not yet. He won’t even tell us his name. Drakes’ been calling him “Buddy.”

“And you don’t think he’s the one who did this?”

“Come on, Hal. He maybe weights 60 pounds and he’s a lot shorter than Andie. And his hands. I don’t think he could strangle anyone. He can use his thumbs pretty well, but not well enough to wrap around someone’s neck.”

Hal hadn’t seen the body. “Is that how she died?”

“I don’t know for sure, Hal. We’ll have to wait for the Medical Examiner, but there were marks around her throat. I think that’s a good indication of how she died.”

They continued to look at the whiteboard and discuss their strategy. She and Hal decided to canvas the stores up and down Main Street to see if anyone had seen anything earlier in the afternoon. Maybe, someone had also seen the man who helped Andie with the plants, like Guthrie had. Maybe, someone had seen the boy as well. They needed to figure out who the boy was and why he was waiting by the body. Was he waiting for the killer to come back? Was he hiding? Why would he hide next to a body? None of it made sense. Madison didn’t think they could make sense of it until the boy started talking.

“Sheriff,” Rita the receptionist and dispatcher called to her from the front desk. Madison and Hal went back up to the front.

Rita was on the phone and scribbling notes on a dispatch sheet.

“All right, Hank, calm down. The sheriff and Deputy Steward are right here. They’re coming right over.”

Rita finished filling out the sheet and handed it to Madison. Madison frowned when she read the dispatch form. Hank, the owner of Judy’s Family Restaurant, had just found a body.

“Let’s go, Hal. We have another one.”

“Rita, call in any available deputies and have them meet us at Judy’s.”

Hal and Madison hurried across the street. Judy’s was a small diner across the street from the Sheriff’s office. Hank and Judy had run the diner for 25 years. All the locals met at Judy’s for breakfast and to chat with their friends. It was a good way to start a hard day’s work. The body was behind the restaurant, so Madison and Hal skirted around the building to come at it from the back. A small crowd was gathered at the corner of the building near the alley.

“Let us through, folks,” Hal said. Even though he was relatively new here, he seemed to fit right in with the small-town residents. He knew how to talk to them and to get them to warm up. Madison had a hard time relaxing enough to be herself. She felt like she was stuck behind her Sheriff façade. She envied Hal for being able to relax and be himself while maintaining his role as a deputy. The people moved aside. Someone asked, “Who is it, Sheriff? What’s going on?”

Madison couldn’t answer. She didn’t know what was going on or who was laying in the alley.

When she stepped around the crowd, she saw a woman’s legs sprawled in the gravel of the alley. Hal stayed behind her and made the people leave the scene.

“C’mon. This is a crime scene now. We need you to move around to the front of the building. I don’t want anyone to leave. I want to get statements from you.”

With a murmur, the people dispersed and headed back toward the front of the building.

Madison stared at the body. She knew who the woman was. It was Mandy from Child Protective Services. Her neck was mottled and bruised and her eyes were blood red.

She told Hal, “Call the coroner. Get someone out here ASAP.”

Hal nodded and took out his cell phone. Randy and Kurt were approaching the alley. She sent them to get crime scene tape and the forensics kit. Hank was standing in the doorway off the alley. His eyes were wet and he kept wiping his mouth. She walked over to him.

“You found the body?”

Hank nodded, continuing to stare at the body.

“Look at me, Hank. I need you to focus.”

Hank nodded and moved his eyes to hers.

“Tell me what happened.”

Hank took a deep breath and began to talk.

“I came out here to take a load of trash out to the dumpster. I saw her as soon as I stepped out of the door. I was so surprised I dropped the garbage.”

Madison looked down at the ground by the door. Garbage had spilled out of a large black garbage bag. She hoped the garbage hadn’t contaminated the scene.

“What time was that, Hank?”

Madison pulled out her little notebook and started a clean page. She wrote Mandy’s name on top.

“About fifteen minutes ago, I guess.”

Madison looked at her watch. It was now 7:00.

“So about 6:45?”

Hank nodded still staring at the body. He was so pale he was almost gray.

“Hank, do you need to sit down?”

Hank scrubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

Madison followed Hank into the restaurant. He led her to a small office just inside the back door. Hank sat down in a battered office chair and put his head in his hands. He was trembling.

“I can’t get that poor woman’s face out of my head.”

Madison didn’t know what to say. Even though women were supposed to be the nurturing type, she had never fit that mold.

“How can you stand it, Sheriff? First Andie and now that woman out there? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Hank, but I intend to find out.”

She questioned Hank for a few minutes. When she was satisfied she had all his information, she went back outside. Randy and Kurt had strong crime scene tape along both sides of the alley. Hal was manning the camera today. Slowly, she made her way down the alley back toward the Sheriff’s office. She walked close to the wall of Judy’s as she scanned the ground. There were long lines gouged in the gravel. They stretched from the crime scene back along the alley and stopped at the sidewalk. From the alley, she could see the front door of the Sheriff’s office. She could also had a clear view of her SUV in its designated parking spot. She remembered that Mandy had been waiting for her and the boy on the front steps of the Sheriff’s office. She had helped the boy into the SUV and then she had talked to Madison for a few minutes.

Madison took out her notebook. That was at about 10:00 or so. She noted down the time in her notebook. She realized that she was probably the last person to see Mandy alive. Had someone hidden here in the alley and then attacked Mandy after she drove off? Why? What was the motive? Was there a connection to Andie’s murder?

She made her way back down the alley, retracing the scuff marks. When Hal finished taking pictures of the body, she had him take pictures of the scuff marks. By the time Hal was finished taking pictures, the coroner arrived.

“You’re keeping me busy, Sheriff,” said Katie Schultes. “I was just starting on the body from last night when the call came in.”

“Just wanted to make sure you earned your paycheck,” Madison replied dryly.

Madison watched as the coroner got to work. She noticed that Mandy had similar injuries to Andie’s though they seemed much worse. She thought that was probably because Mandy had laid out here all night long while she had found Andie right after she had died. She wondered what Andie looked like now. Both women had been strangled. Madison assumed it was by the same person. The big guy Guthrie had seen? What was the connection? Was he a serial killer? Were there going to be more deaths?

She couldn’t imagine why a killer would grab his victim right outside the sheriff’s department. She realized that they might have a picture of the person. The sheriff’s office was one of the few places in town that had security cameras installed outside. Her heart began to beat faster. This might be the break they needed. With impatience, she watched the coroner prepare the body for transport. It was a painstaking process as the coroner collected evidence from the body and the ground around the body. Hal documented everything she did with a camera to make sure there was a record of the evidence.

Finally, Schultes was ready to bag the body. Hal helped her put the body in the bag and onto the gurney. After Schultes had taken samples from the dirt under the body and Hal finished taking pictures, she and Hal headed back to the Sheriff’s office.

“We need to check the security cameras, Hal.”

As they entered the office, Hal headed straight to the security monitors. Madison was going to follow him when Rita stopped her.

“You have visitors, Sheriff. They’re waiting in your office.”

“Rita, I don’t have time to talk to anyone right now.”

Rita put her hand on Madison’s arm.

“It’s Andie’s family, Sheriff.”

Shit. She had forgotten about Andie’s parents. She should have gone over to see them first thing this morning, but she had forgotten in all the chaos.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she stepped into her office.

Andie’s mother, Ivy, was crying into a tissue while Andie’s father, Ralph, patted her on the back. When she came on, he didn’t stand.

“Mr. and Mrs. Turner, I’m so sorry for your lost.”

Ralph nodded.

“We came to see what was being done about our Andie.”

Madison nodded and sat down behind her desk. She took out her notebook.

“I can’t share many details with you at this time, but we do have a lead.”

“And another body, I heard.”

Ralph’s eyes were cold as he glared at her. She knew she had screwed this up, but she was going to make it up to them.

“Yes. I can tell you that we have a description of a person of interest.”

“You took someone into custody last night. That seems like more than a person of interest.”

Madison cursed to herself. One of the deputies must have told them about the boy.

“We did bring someone in, but the evidence doesn’t point to him as the killer. He’s more of a material witness.”

“A material witness just happened to be sitting by the body of my daughter.”

“Yes. That’s where I found him, but we don’t know his connection to the case yet.”

“Connection? He had to have done it. Did you arrest him? Where is he now?”

Ralph was getting angrier by the second.

“That’s not pertinent right now.”

Ralph stood and slammed his hands on the desk.

“Pertinent? I’ll tell you what’s pertinent. You had the person who killed my office in custody and you let him go! That’s what’s pertinent. And now there’s another body! Maybe, there wouldn’t be another body if you’d locked him up when you had him.”

Ralph turned tword his wife. “Come on, Ivy. Let’s go.”

Ralph put his arm around his wife and helped her up.

Ralph turned around as he left her office.

“Andie always spoke highly of you. Said how impressed she was with the way you did things. I have to say, Sheriff, I am not impressed. Jim Kelly is a friend of mine and he’ll be hearing from me.”

As the Turners left, Madison slumped into her chair. She had fucked this up good. Jim Kelly was head of the City Council and one of the most vocal opponents to her getting the job as Sheriff. He had been outvoted by the rest of the council members when she received her appointment to the position.

Hal slipped into her office.

“You forgot to go talk to the Turners?” His  voice was low with disbelief and disappointment.

She nodded.

“Just another one of my fuck-ups.”

“Madison, don’t talk like that.”

“It’s true, Hal. First, I miss Andie’s killer by minutes and then the Turners. Did you know I was probably the last person to see Mandy last night?”

Hal sat down in the chair that Mrs. Turner had just vacated.

“What?”

“She was waiting for me and the boy in front of the Sheriff’s office last night. We talked and then I drove off. I didn’t even wait to see if she got to her car safely.”

“Her car?”

“All I had to do was wait a few moments to make sure…”

“Sheriff,” Hal’s voice cut through his tirade.

She stopped and looked at her partner.

“Her car.”

“What, Hal?”

“What happened to her car?”

Madison blinked. She hadn’t thought about her car.

“Is it parked out front?”

Hal shook his head. “The visitor’s spots are empty. There are only Sheriff department vehicles out there now. Did you see her car?”

“No, I wasn’t paying attention. I know there was a car parked out front, but I didn’t even look at it.”

Madison turned to her computer and searched for Mandy’s DMV records.

“She drove a silver Honda Accord. License plate 223-XVN”

Hal wrote down the plate and make of the car in his notebook and headed out to Rita’s desk.

Madison took down Mandy’s home address. She would need to notify Mandy’s family about her death. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Hal came back into her office as she stood up and grabbed her keys.

“All available deputies are looking for her car. Where are you going?”

“I’m going to talk to Mandy’s family. She lives—lived—in Grand Junction.”

Hal nodded.

“I’ll come with you.”

She knew that Hal was needed here, but she let him come with her.

Sins of the Father: Chapter 6

silhouette3Elijah couldn’t believe all the food the Sheriff and her husband had served for dinner. They sat at a round, shiny wooden table in the kitchen and used napkins and everything. He didn’t want to take his hands out of his pockets but the food was too tempting. As he ate, he found himself forgetting about his hands. They ate in silence except for Drake, who kept offering him cheese or sour cream. He noticed that Madison and Drake both picked at their chili. He guessed that they were upset over what his father had done. He wished he could help the sheriff, but he didn’t see what he could do. He didn’t want to be with his father anymore, but that didn’t mean he was going to help the sheriff catch him. His father said he would die before he let any police near him and that he would take any police with him if they tried to capture him. He didn’t want anything to happen to the sheriff even though he felt bad about what his father had done.

As they were finishing dinner, Drake said, “Madison, why don’t you go take a shower? Buddy and I will clean up.”

Elijah didn’t know how he felt about being called Buddy. It sounded like a name you would give a puppy. He wished he could tell them his real name, but he hadn’t spoken in so long he thought he had probably forgotten. He helped Drake carry the dishes to the sink. He was careful to hold the dishes carefully between his fists so he didn’t drop them. Drake seemed nice, but you never knew what might set him off. One time, he had pissed his father off and his father had put him to sleep. When he woke up…he glanced down at his fists. He never knew what he had done wrong, but he was always careful to do what his father said after that.

His father didn’t like it if he talked or asked too many questions, so he learned to stay silent. It was easier that way. You couldn’t gave anything away if you didn’t talk. No one knew what you thought or how you felt. You could stay safe in your own head. That was how Elijah liked it. Even his father couldn’t always tell what he was thinking even though he could always find him when he took off.

This time he had outsmarted his father. His father would never, in a million years, imagine where he was now. His father had taught him to avoid police at all costs and here he was, staying with one.

Drake finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher and finished cleaning the table and the counters.

“You want to see the rest of the house?”

Elijah nodded. He’d never been in a real house before. He used to live in an apartment a long time ago but that time had grown fuzzy in his mind. He remembered his mother living there, too, but his mind always skittered to a stop when he tried to remember to much about that time. It was like his father said, “Some things were better left in the past. Just forget it.”

He followed Drake into the living room. A giant TV was mounted to the wall. Drake turned on a black box on top of a brown chest under the TV. A jumping figure appeared on the screen.

“Do you like video games?”

Elijah shrugged. He’d never played a video game. He had seen one in a store once with his father, but they were always on the move. They could barely afford food. His father never would have bought him a video game. Drake made the figure jump around. Elijah had to admit it looked kind of fun.

Drake showed him his office. It was behind some doors with glass in them. Drake had a large desk with several screens on his desk. He had seen computers in the store too, but he didn’t know people owned more than one.

“This is where I work. I’m a cybersecurity consultant. I help companies make sure that no one can get into their computer systems.”

Elijah nodded. Drake showed him the diningroom and then they walked down the hall.

“This is your room.”

Drake turned on the light switch. A large double bed was covered with a bright quilt. A blue chair stood in the corner with a yellow blanket draped over it. It was a nice room.

“You can decorate it if you want.”

Drake went to another door.

“You have your own bathroom, too.”

Elijah could see a blue and white bathroom. His own bathroom?

“I’m going to go get you some soap and shampoo and find you something to wear to bed.”

Drake left the room. Elijah looked around. The dresser was shiny wood just like the kitchen table. There was a bouquet of dried blue flowers in a yellow basket on the dresser. He liked this room. It was cheerful and he suddenly felt safe.

Drake returned with soap and shampoo and some clothes.

“We’ll take you shopping tomorrow and get you your own things. This will do for now. Do you need any help?”

Elijah shook his head.

“I’ll come back to tuck you in when you’re out of the shower.”

And he was alone. He was getting tired. He wasn’t used to interacting with people he didn’t know. It was a little tiring. He got undressed and left his dirty clothes on the floor. He didn’t want to get anything in this fancy room dirty. He made the shower nice and warm and stepped in. He didn’t get to shower very often. He didn’t like being dirty, but it was hard to stay clean on the road. He and his father washed up when they could, but it had been a while since they had been able to find a place to wash up. When he got out of the shower and dried off, he slipped into the t-shirt and gym shorts Drake had left. Luckily, the gym shorts had drawstrings or they would never stay up. He tied the drawstring as tight as he could and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Someone knocked, but he couldn’t answer. They waited a minute and then said, “We’re coming in.”

Madison was with Drake.

“Ready for bed?” Madison asked. He nodded.

“Drake,” Madison called.

Drake came into the room.

“He needs a comb for his hair.”

Elijah shook his head a little. His hair had gotten matted in the shower.

Drake gave Madison a comb and she combed his hair. As she bent near him, he inhaled her scent. She smelled clean with a hint of flowers. Unbidden, a memory of his mother flashed in his mind. As Madison gently pulled the comb through his tangled hair, he closed his eyes. His mom used to comb his hair like this, only she would hum a little song. Sometimes, she would trim his hair so it wouldn’t get too shaggy. She hated it when his hair got too long like it was now. A lump formed in his throat, but he didn’t give in to his tears. That would be weak, and he wasn’t weak. His father had taught him to be strong, to push traitorous emotions away. Suddenly, he sat up and snatched the comb away from Madison. She wasn’t his mother. She had no right to comb his hair. He dragged the comb through his hair regardless of the snarls that pulled his scalp. He threw the comb down and buried himself under the covers of the bed. He knew what she was doing. She was trying to get him to like her so he would help her find his father, but it wasn’t going to work. He turned his back on Drake and Madison and pulled the blanket above his head.

The light went out and he heard Drake whisper, “Good night, Buddy.”

Sins of the Father: Chapter 5

silhouette3The silence in the car was smothering but Madison didn’t know what to say. How do you make small talk with a boy who had been sitting by a corpse just a few hours earlier? Besides, he probably wouldn’t answer her anyway. He was good at staying quiet.  She stole a look at him out of the corner of her eye. His head was nodding as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His hands were still shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. She wondered about his hands. How had that happened? Was he born that way? When she cuffed him, she could see that he had all his fingers, but they seemed to be permanently curled into fists.

Mandy had said that Madison and Drake would need to take him to the doctor as soon as possible. That would be interesting. She didn’t know anything about him. She didn’t know his name or how old he was. What was she supposed to tell the doctor? She hoped that as he got to know her and Drake, he would trust them enough to at least tell them his name. What was she supposed to call him? Boy? That seemed heartless, but she calling him a pet name, like honey or sweetheart didn’t feel right either.

She cleared her throat. As she adjusted the heat, she asked, “Are you warm enough?”

The boy started a little and then nodded.

“I can turn the heat up if you want.”

The boy shook his head no.

“We’re almost there. We only live a few minutes out of town.”

The boy nodded, but still didn’t speak. He continued to stare out of the window, and, soon, his eyelids began to drop again. She wondered when the last time was that he had gotten a good sleep, or meal for that matter. He had wolfed down the sandwich and chips Mandy had brought him like he hadn’t eaten in a long time. She wondered what to do when she got him home. Should she offer him more food? He desperately needed a bath. She could smell him from the driver’s seat and the heat wasn’t helping matters, but she was used to strong odors. As a former homicide detective, she had dealt with a many gruesome death scenes and their accompanying odors. At least, body odor meant someone was alive.

By the time, she pulled into their driveway his head had fallen against the window and he was asleep. She drove down the tree-lined drive until she reached the two-car garage. The garage door was open and she could see Drake silhouetted against the light from the kitchen as he stood in the door leading from the garage into the house. She pulled slowly into the garage next to Drake’s Jeep. The garage light came on as she pressed the button on the garage door opener. Gently, she shook the boy’s shoulder.

He jumped up with a cry. His voice was hoarse as if he didn’t use it very often. At least, she knew he had a voice.

“It’s okay. We’re home.”

The boy shook his eyes and looked out the window. Drake was approaching the passenger side door and the boy frowned at him.

“That’s Drake. He’s my husband.”

Drake opened the door.

“Hey, buddy. My name is Drake.”

Drake had a way with people, including kids. With his large blue eyes and curly brown hair, he oozed charm. There weren’t many people he couldn’t make like him. Even Hal, who was even more anti-social than she was, liked to hang out with Drake. He had taken Drake hiking and mountain-biking several times. While she had been stymied over what to call the boy, Drake had naturally come up with a name that didn’t sound forced or insincere. She supposed “Buddy” was as good a name as any until they figured out what the boy’s real name was.

The boy slid a hand out of his pocket and clicked the seat belt off. He seemed to get along with his damaged hands. He had no trouble picking up the food he had been given at the office. Ignoring Drake’s hand, he slid out of the tall SUV and backed away from Drake. She saw him look back toward the closed garage door. Was he thinking of making a run for it? Already? She got out of the SUV and used the starter remote to lock the car and set the alarm.

She came around the SUV to stand beside Drake. She wanted to slide against Drake’s broad chest and let him hold her, but she felt awkward in front of the kid. The boy looked at her and Drake with solemn dark eyes. Drake slid his arm around her waist and she had to settle for a little side hug.

“I just made some chili. Are you two hungry?”

Even though she hadn’t eaten all day, Madison wasn’t hungry. When she worked homicides in Denver, she often forgot to eat. The boy’s pinched face and hollow eyes told her that he was probably still hungry.

“I’m starved. How about you…buddy?” She stumbled over the nickname but it wasn’t too bad.

The boy nodded.

Drake stepped away from Madison to show the boy the door.

“Let’s eat. The kitchen is through that door. We’ll eat after you two wash up.”

The boy climbed the steps leading up to the kitchen from the garage. He paused when he reached the doorway and stopped to look around the room. He seemed to be looking for danger as if he expected someone to jump out at him. Drake and Madison held back letting him take his time. Finally, he took a deep breath and stepped into the golden light of their kitchen. Madison and Drake followed him into the house.

Madison showed the boy the guest bathroom just around the corner from the kitchen.

Turning the light on for him, she said, “You can wash up in here.”

He turned and looked at her.

“We’ll be in the kitchen.”

The boy went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Madison returned to the kitchen and washed her own hands in the kitchen sink. She was looking forward to  a warm shower. When she was working a case, she often felt as if she couldn’t get clean, as if the dirt from the crime scene clung to her. Drake came up behind her as she wiped her hands on the red-checked kitchen towel. She turned and leaned into him. Exhaling his spicy scent, she rested against him for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Madison,” Drake murmured against her hair. She nodded and took a shuddering breath. She wanted to cry into his shirt, but the boy would be back any second. She contented herself with the brief hug and then stepped away from Drake. His blue eyes looked blood-shot and his skin was stained with tears.

“We’ll talk after we take care of…”

“You don’t know his name?” Drake asked.

“No, he won’t talk. I think Buddy might work until we can get him to open up.”

Drake nodded.

They heard the bathroom door open, and then the boy stepped back into the kitchen.

“Hey, buddy? Are you hungry?”

The boy looked at Drake.

“Is it all right if I call you, buddy? I don’t know your name.”

The boy nodded his head.

Drake tried again. “Can you tell us your name?”

The boy shook his head and began to scowl.

“That’s fine,” said Madison, “We’ll just call you Buddy until you’re ready to tell us your name.”

The boy relaxed and stared at the table. The table looked warm and inviting with three red bowls heaped with chili. Large bowls of sour cream and tortilla chips were set in the middle of the table and Drake had completed the setting with large glasses of milk. Madison looked at the milk and then toward the fridge. She really wanted a beer, but she supposed it would look bad if she started drinking five minutes after she brought the boy home.

They sat down together and began to eat. The boy had no trouble scooping the cheese out of the bowl with a spoon. He looked at the chips with longing as he began to shovel chili into his mouth. Drake noticed and sprinkled some crushed chips on top of the boy’s chili.

“Do you want some sour cream?”

The boy made a face and continued to eat. Drake smiled.

“I didn’t like sour cream either when I was your age, but it’s the best on chili,” Drake said as he spooned sour cream onto his own chili.

Madison picked at her chili and ate as much as she could. She kept picturing Andie and smelling the odors of the crime scene. She swallowed a few bites of chili and washed it down with the cold milk. She saw the boy eyeing the milk with a frown. Drake noticed, too.

“Now, I’ll have to draw the line at the milk. Milk is good for you. Give it a try.”

The boy picked up the glass with both of his fists and took a sip. He smacked his lips a little and then downed half the glass.

Drake smiled at him. “I knew you would like it.”