at the foster home where she’d been placed, in the custody of a couple who did as little as possible for the six children they were responsible for. They only wanted the money. Two older boys in the same household were always trying to fondle Glory, whose tiny breasts had begun to grow. The harassment went on for several weeks and culminated in an assault that left her bruised and traumatized, and afraid of anything male. Glory had told her foster parents, but they said she was making it up. Furious, Glory dialed the emergency number and when the police came, she ran out past her foster mother and all but jumped into the arms of the policewoman who came to check out her situation.
Glory was taken to the emergency room, where a doctor, sickened by what he saw, gave the police enough evidence to have the foster parents charged with neglect, and the two teenage boys with assault and battery and attempted sodomy.
But the foster parents denied everything and pointed out that Glory had lied about her mother abusing her. So she went back to the same house, where her treatment became nightmarish. The two teenage boys wanted revenge as much as the spiteful foster parents did. But they were temporarily in juvenile detention, pending a bond hearing, fortunately. The foster parents weren’t, and they were furious. So Glory stuck close to the two younger girls, both under five years old, whom she had been made responsible for. She was grateful that they required so much looking-after. It spared her retribution, at least for the first few days back at the house.
Jason Pendleton hated his stepmother, Beverly. But he was curious about her young daughter, especially after a friend in law enforcement in Jacobsville contacted him about what had happened to Glory. The same week she was sent back to the foster home, he sent a private investigator to check out her situation. What he discovered made him sick. He and his sister, Gracie, actually went themselves to the foster home after they’d read the investigator’s covertly obtained police report on the incident—which was, of course, denied by the custodians. They pointed to Glory’s attempt to blame her mother for the abuse that had sent her father to prison, where he was killed by another inmate within six months.
The day the Pendletons arrived, the two teenage boys who had victimized Glory were released to the custody of the foster parents, pending trial. Glory had been running away from the teenagers all day. They’d already torn her blouse and left bruises on her. She’d been afraid to call the police again. So Jason found Glory in the closet in the bedroom she shared with the two little girls, hiding under her pitiful handful of clothes on wire hangers, crying. Her arms were bruised all over, and there was a smear of blood on her mouth. When he reached in, she cowered and shook all over with fear.
Years later, she could still remember how gently he picked her up and carried her out of the room, out of the house. She was placed tenderly in the backseat of his Jaguar, with Gracie, while Jason went back into the foster home. His deeply tanned, lean face was stiff with bridled fury when he returned. He didn’t say a word. He started the car and drove Glory away.
Despite her mother’s barely contained rage at having Glory in the same house where she lived, Glory was given her own room between Gracie’s and Jason’s, and her mother was not allowed near her. In one of their more infamous battles, Jason had threatened to have his own legal team reopen the child abuse case. He had no doubt that Glory was telling the truth about who the real abuser was. Beverly had stormed out without a reply to Jason’s threats. But she left Glory alone.
It became a magical time for the tragic young girl, belonging to a family which valued her. Even Myron found her delightful company.
After Beverly died unexpectedly of a stroke when her daughter was fifteen, Glory’s life settled into something approaching normalcy. But the trauma of her youth had consequences that none of her adoptive family had anticipated.
Her broken hip, despite two surgeries and the insertion of a steel pin, was never the same. She had a pronounced limp that no physical therapy could erase. And there was something else; her family had a history of hypertension, which Glory inherited. No one actually said that the stress of her young life had added to the genetic predisposition toward it. But Glory thought it did. She was put on medication during her last year in high school. Severely overweight, shy, introverted and uncomfortable around boys, she was also the target of bullies. Other girls made fun of her. They went so far as to put false messages about her on the Internet and one girl formed a club devoted to ridiculing Glory.
Jason Pendleton found out about it. The girls were dealt with, one charged with harassment and another’s parents threatened with lawsuits. The abuse stopped. Mostly. But it left Glory feeling alone and out of place wherever she went. Her health, never good, caused many absences during the time of turmoil. She lost weight. She was a good student and made excellent grades, despite it. She went on to college and then to law school with the support of her stepsiblings, and graduated magna cum laude. From there, she went to the San Antonio District Attorney’s office as a junior public prosecutor. Four years later, she was a highly respected assistant prosecutor with an impressive record of convictions against gang members and, most recently, drug smugglers. Her weight problem was in the past now, thanks to a good dietician.
But in her private life, she was alone. She had no close friends. She couldn’t trust people, especially men. Her traumatic youth in foster care had predisposed her to be suspicious of everyone, especially anyone male. She had male friends, but she had never had a lover. She never wanted one. Nobody got close enough to Glory Barnes to hurt her.
Now this stubborn San Antonio detective was trying to force her to leave her job and hide in a small town from the drug lord she’d prosecuted for distributing cocaine.
Fuentes was the newest in a long line of drug lords who’d crossed the border into Texas, enlarging his drug territory with the help of his street gang associates. One of them, with the promise of immunity from Glory, had testified in the trial and despite his millions, the drug czar had been facing up to fifteen years in federal prison for distribution of crack cocaine. A hung jury on that case had let him walk.
After she lost the drug case against him, she’d been sitting in the hall when Fuentes came out of the courtroom. He couldn’t resist bragging about his victory. Fuentes sat down beside her and made a threat. He had worldwide connections and he could have anybody killed, even cops. He had, he said, taken out a persistent local deputy sheriff who’d harassed him by hiring a contract killer only two weeks ago. Glory would be next if she didn’t lay off investigating him, he’d added with an arrogant smile. Sadly for him, Glory had been wearing a court-sanctioned wire at the time. His arrest had come the very next day.
His fury had been far-reaching. Someone had actually fired a gun at Glory when she walked out of the courthouse two days ago, missing her head by a fraction of an inch. She’d turned to look for her bus when her assailant fired. It had been such a close call that Detective Marquez was determined not to risk her a second time.
“Even if he gets me, you’ve still got the tape,” she argued.
“The defense will swear it’s been tampered with,” he muttered. “It’s why the D.A. didn’t put it in evidence.”
She swore under her breath. Her color was higher than usual, too.
As if on a signal, the door opened and Haynes walked in with a glass of water and a pill bottle. Sy Haynes was Glory’s administrative assistant, a paralegal with a sharp tongue and the authority of a drill sergeant. “You haven’t taken your capsule today,” she muttered, popping the lid on the medicine bottle and shaking one capsule into Glory’s outheld hand. “One close call a month is enough,” she added, referring to what Glory’s doctor had termed a possible mild heart attack arising from the pressure of the trial. A stress test had detected a problem that might require surgery if Glory didn’t take her medicine and keep to her low-fat diet and adopt a low-stress lifestyle.
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