reason. You told me he needed extra discipline.”
“I said he needed a man’s hand, a man’s guidance. He doesn’t have a father.”
Like Aaron didn’t have a father. Or hadn’t. And Eileen wanted Chuck out of town again. Now.
“Look,” Angel said. “I don’t want to say this but I’ve got to. You give me the impression you think Sonny’s no good for Aaron. You’ve pegged Sonny as a bad boy.”
“No!” Was she that transparent? “Aaron got in his own trouble. He’s not perfect.” She hadn’t told him how silently belligerent Sonny often was with her.
“But Aaron was just acting out and he did it quietly. You told me that and I believe you. He got muddled up after his father left. Finn told me all about it. He tried to fill in but Aaron got the idea it was his fault his dad ducked out.”
Finn Duhon was Eileen’s brother. His wife, Emma, used to own Poke Around but sold it to Eileen when she came into money from the sale of the Duhon family home. Finn had insisted she take all the proceeds because he didn’t need them. That money had changed Eileen’s life.
“Say something,” Angel said.
She thought she saw movement outside the front windows of the shop. Her heart missed a beat, then another, then pounded rapidly. She was getting too jumpy. “Leave it, I said,” she told him, hearing her voice rise. “I can’t do this now. You’re pulling me apart like you’re suspicious of everything I say. Let me be.”
“Eileen, please—”
“No. I’d better go home on my own. I’m not good company.”
“I’m coming with you.” He reached for her but she tried to evade him. Angel caught her as she backed into a file cabinet. “Hold it,” he said quietly.
She began to shake and she had to stop it. Some things had to be dealt with on her own. “I’m fine,” she told him. “I’m just overworked.”
“You’re not fine,” he said. He pulled her against him. For an instant she resisted, but then she softened and leaned into him. “You’re making too many excuses and you’re trembling. If I’m not scaring you to death, something else is. Now tell me because I won’t quit asking until you do.”
She wanted to close her eyes, breathe him in, hold on tight. How many times had she dreamed about this moment? Now she couldn’t relax and enjoy it.
The phone in his pocket rang and he switched it off.
“That could be Sonny,” she said.
“We’re going back to your place now. I’ll deal with him when I get there. Hold my hand. You’re important to me. Let me be here for you.” He held her hand and led her into the shop.
Nobody had ever told her such things, and he said them without pushing for anything more intimate.
Hammering on the front door made her jump so hard her teeth ground together.
“It’s okay,” Angel said, but he shoved her behind him and opened the door. “Hell, will you look at this!”
Sonny just about fell inside. Drenched, covered with mud and, unmistakably, smeared with blood, he staggered and Angel stopped him from tripping.
“What’s the matter?” Angel said.
Eileen rushed to him. “Where’s Aaron?”
“I gotta get back,” Sonny said, dragging in breaths, not looking at Eileen. “You gotta come with me, Angel.” He looked into Angel’s face, a hard stare as if he was sending a silent message.
“Where’s Aaron?” Eileen felt herself losing it. “Sonny—”
“Hush,” Angel said, but his face wasn’t expressionless now.
“It’s all my fault,” Sonny said. “I shouldn’t have been…I went where I shouldn’t have and talked to the wrong people. They kind of dared me. I got Aaron and me into trouble. It’s bad.” His big, dark eyes stretched wide and she could feel his fear. “Angel, do you think someone—”
“Let’s go,” Angel said.
“Tell me where Aaron is,” Eileen begged.
“Oh, God,” Sonny moaned, hanging his head. “He’s in the swamp. North of town. I know how to get back. Chuzah made sure. I hope he made sure. He sent me in his, er, car.”
“Stop it,” Angel said. “Calm down, both of you. Chuzah is?”
Sonny looked as if he could cry. “Um, a doctor.”
“Oh, thank God,” Eileen said.
“In the swamp?” Angel said. “This doctor just happened by, huh?”
“He lives there.”
“Aaron hurt himself?” Eileen said.
“No, someone else…” Sonny swallowed. “He got hurt.”
“But there’s a doctor there? A general practitioner?”
Angel pushed them both through the door and locked it behind him. “Eileen, we’ll have to take your van. My truck’s at home.”
“I’ve got to drive Chuzah’s vehicle back,” Sonny said. “I’m afraid he’d do something awful to me if I didn’t get his car back. I know the way. Follow me.”
Angel grabbed Sonny’s arm and spun him around. “What do you mean, something awful?”
“Oh,” Sonny said. “He’s a root doctor.”
Eileen felt faint. She held Angel’s sleeve. “We need a real doctor. I’ll get on to Mitch Halpern. And let’s call Matt—”
“No,” Sonny said. “Chuzah knows about other medical stuff. If we show up with some new guy he doesn’t expect, he won’t let us find him.”
“You said you knew the way,” Angel said.
Sonny scrubbed at his oiled scalp. “Do what I’m tellin’ you. Please. I know how to get to where there’ll be someone waiting to guide us in.”
To the right, at the curb, was a dark green vintage Morgan sports car. Again, all Eileen could do was stare.
“This root doctor threatened you,” Angel said.
“Well…he was nice about it.”
“I’m calling Matt now,” Eileen said. “Some voodoo practitioner has kidnapped my son.”
“Anything could happen if you call the law,” Sonny said, with his familiar hard stare. The streetwise kid from Brooklyn was back. “I know Aaron’s okay with Chuzah. He helped us.”
“That isn’t his Morgan, is it?” Angel said.
“Uh-huh.
