style="font-size:15px;"> Not the newest boat on the block by any means. “Looks like he’s got it tied down tight.” The fishing vessel was rocking fiercely.
“Chris is careful,” Manny said, almost with pride, as if Talbot was his own son. “Used to be that boat was his whole life. Till he met himself a woman he cared about more. We didn’t think that was ever going to happen.”
Emma Sanderson.
“He’s been talking to me about having a wedding down here at the docks over Thanksgiving. I told him he’d best be talking to his lady about that, but he says she wants it, too. Go figure.”
Wondering if Ramsey knew about the upcoming nuptials, Bill was about to ask where, on the smelly fishing docks, a couple would have a wedding, when Jack’s portable patrol radio sounded a call for help.
A cop had just been reported unconscious in a car outside a duplex a couple of blocks away. A woman, a social worker, was inside with two kids—one of whom was a baby. They didn’t know if anyone inside was hurt. Emergency vehicles had been dispatched.
There was no reason for a detective to be on the scene. No reason to risk his life in the storm.
Bill tore out of the marina store, a force in the wind as he ran for his car.
Funny, your life really did pass before your eyes when you faced death. Her mother’s voice floated into that little bathroom, covering the screaming baby, the howling winds, the repeated pounding of a loose board against the house. “You’re a good girl, Mary. Don’t ever forget that.”
Had she forgotten?
Her mind conjured up a picture of her father’s smile, before he got sick, before they knew insurance wouldn’t pay for the transplant that could save his life.
A huge boom brought Mary fully back to the cramped little bathtub, to the children beneath her, shielded by her body. If anything came down on them, she’d catch the brunt of it.
Something crashed in the next room.
“What was that?” Damon shouted, tears evident in his voice.
“The wind,” Mary hollered back above the roar of the storm and baby Kayla’s cries. At least the baby was no longer screaming.
She was pretty sure the roof had just fallen in on the room they’d been standing in moments before.
Chances were she wasn’t going to make it out alive.
She thought of Aunt Marianne, after whom she’d been named. Her mother’s twin sister. Before Marianne’s divorce, before her ex-husband had broken her trust, and her heart, before he’d taken all their money and run, she’d laughed a lot.
She lived with Mary’s mother Bethanne in Florida now. The twins were older, quieter. But they had a group of friends. A comfortable life. Mary, the only child, had her own room in their home, which she visited often. She’d been there the previous month. Her mother and aunt were smiling again—particularly when she was with them.
They’d never thought less of Mary. Though they had to have known what she’d done. Who she’d been.
“You’re a good girl, Mary. Don’t ever forget that.”
Her breath caught, her heart stopping, at the deafening crack that rent the ceiling above them, taking away their light—leaving them in a mostly dark, windowless room, lit only by shadows coming in through the doorway.
“Are we going to die?” Damon’s arms clutched her neck, making it harder for her arms to sustain her weight against the sides of the tub. The tough little boy’s eyes, as she glanced down at him, were wide and vulnerable and filled with terror.
“No!” she yelled, making sure he not only saw the word on her lips but heard it, too. He had to believe he was going to be fine. Belief might be the one savior Damon had left. “It just sounds bad,” she added. “We’re perfectly safe in here.”
“I’m sorry I was mean to you.”
“You weren’t mean, Damon. You were scared. You’re a good boy. A wonderful big brother…”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
