Cold feet(13)
Author: Brenda Novak

"No one lives a fairy tale." She leaned against the counter. "Does Tye know you’re out?"

The can hissed as Johnny popped the top and took a long pull. "I went by his place a couple days ago. No one was home."

"His wife’s been visiting her mother. Maybe he drove to Spokane to get her and the kids."

"Visiting her mom?" Johnny chuckled, scratching his shoulder, then his elbow, moving, always moving. "You mean she left him. Again."

Again? This was the first Madison had ever heard of any serious marital strife between Tye and Sharon. "Why would she leave?"

"They haven’t been getting along."

"Are you sure?" she said, disappointed that Tye hadn’t trusted her enough to share this information with her.

"You know Tye has a temper. They’ve been on and off for years." Johnny downed the rest of the soda, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and tossed the empty can toward the garbage. When he missed, it hit the floor with a rattle, and Madison quickly bent to pick it up.

"About that money…" he said.

She glanced down the hall to see Brianna poking her head out of her bedroom, and knew she needed to get her half brother on his way. "Here you go," she said, handing him a twenty.

He frowned at the bill. "You sure that’s all you’ve got?"

She told herself to remain firm. But when she took in the state of his clothing and the old tennis shoes on his feet, she immediately began to second-guess her decision not to give him more. He looked so needy, so desperate. She hated watching him ruin his life. "Are you okay, Johnny?"

He blinked at her as though surprised by the question. "Does it matter?"

"Of course." She searched through the bottom of her purse. "Maybe I can scrounge together another few dollars."

"Thanks."

"No problem." She gave him an additional fistful of change, and he started for the door.

She should have breathed a sigh of relief and let him go, but something made her call him back. "Johnny?"

He peered over his shoulder at her. "Yeah?"

Except in general terms, Madison had never spoken to her brothers about the crimes their father had been accused of committing. Neither Johnny nor Tye had good feelings toward Ellis, so Madison had never expected them to be supportive. Her brothers were too busy trying to recover from their unhappy childhoods to worry about what was happening to their father–a father who’d let them down so badly. But she suddenly felt the need to talk to Johnny now, before he disappeared for another five years.

"Do you think he really did it?" she asked softly.

For a moment, Johnny looked more lucid than she’d seen him in years. "You mean Dad?"

She nodded. She longed to tell him what she’d found beneath the house. She had to tell someone. The burden of keeping the secret was too heavy. And there was no one else….

He stared at the floor for several seconds. "He did it."

"How do you know?"

"I don’t want to talk about it," he said.

"You never heard or saw anything…out of the ordinary, did you?"

He was moving toward the door again. "I wasn’t around."

"You showed up every once in a while, for short periods of time," she said, following him.

"I never saw anything."

Madison wished she could erase from her mind the image of opening that locket in the dank atmosphere of the crawl space. "Did you hear what happened to Dad’s grave?" she asked as he opened the door and stepped outside.

He turned, scowling at her. "I don’t want to know."

"But–"

"Look at me, Maddy," he said, calling her by the nickname the kids in the neighborhood had given her when she was young.

She met his gaze.

"You see what I am," he said. "I can’t help you. I can’t even help myself. You want a shoulder to cry on, call Tye. He’s the one who never flinched, no matter how bad it got."

Then he hurried to the car, the motor revved and he was gone.

CALEB LEANED CLOSER to the house to avoid being seen by the men in the Buick Skylark. Who were they? And what did they want? Judging by the late hour, the rattletrap condition of their car and the "drifter" appearance of the guy who’d gone inside Madison’s house, they weren’t insurance salesmen.

He muttered the license plate number to himself a few more times, planning to have Detective Gibbons run a check on it in the morning, and started back to the cottage. When he’d heard the car pull up, he’d been in bed watching television, and hadn’t bothered to put on anything but a pair of jeans. It was chilly to be walking around without a shirt and shoes. But he hesitated when he passed Madison’s window and glanced in to find her sitting at the kitchen table, her head in her hands. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was crying. Even if she wasn’t, there was something so weary, so hopeless about her posture….

Was she okay? His natural reluctance to intrude on her privacy warred with the desire to capitalize on a golden opportunity. After all, he’d moved in to get close to her.

Hurrying to the cottage house, he scribbled down the license plate number, put on a T-shirt and a pair of shoes and jogged back.

It took several seconds for her to answer his knock. When she finally came to the door, her cheeks were dry, but her eyes were red and damp.

Caleb studied her for a moment, wishing she were middle-aged and frumpy. That she was single and attractive only complicated matters. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

There was an insincere smile on her face and, when she spoke, her voice carried the high pitch of false cheer. "No, of course not. Why?"

He jerked his head toward the drive. "Those guys who were here. They didn’t look very reputable. I thought maybe I should check on you."

"Oh." Her smile faltered. "That was just my brother Johnny."

Johnny Purcell. Caleb had come across that name years ago while he was researching Ellis. As a matter of fact, he’d interviewed Johnny once, in prison. But Johnny must have lost a lot of weight since then. Caleb hadn’t recognized him.

"I know he doesn’t look like much," she said. "But he’s basically harmless. Fortunately, he doesn’t come around very often. I’m sorry if he woke you."

"It’s no problem. I wasn’t sleeping. Is he in some sort of trouble?"

"No."

An awkward silence ensued, during which Caleb racked his brain for some other way to learn more about Johnny’s visit.

Madison spoke first. "Did you get settled?"

"For the most part." He grinned, hoping to charm her. "I loaded up on the important things–peanut butter and bread."