Pearlys examining them now for hacksaws. She learned the word contraband from a TV show last year, and now her new word keeps bouncing around in the office. Dan realized he was starting to sound like a Saturday Night Live skit. Big cities had gangs and major crime; he had senior citizens and do-gooders. Some days it seemed to Dan he had the roughest beat.
Lauren put her hand on her fathers arm. Maybe I should come home to help you, Pop? I did study law, even if I did chicken out on taking the bar.
I thought you did come home to ride shotgun, he said with a smile. Any chance you and Tim could take the late shift, if Thatcher is still locked up tonight? You two are as close to deputies as Ive got right now. Fifth Weathers is down in Austin for training, so Im shorthanded. Ive got something I have to do tonight, and Thatcher is in no danger other than being fed to death or smothered by quilts.
You got a date? she teased.
Yeah, with a wild, hot lady. He told the truth, knowing she wouldnt believe him.
Sure, Pop. She laughed. Any way I can help. You look tired. Go home. Go to bed.
My plan exactly. In his mind, his fingers were already moving into Brandi Malones mass of midnight hair.
* * *
FIVE HOURS LATER, Lauren was curled up next to Tim in the empty cell, watching a zombie movie on his laptop.
Thatcher had borrowed her phone and moved to the far corner of his cell. She guessed he was talking to Kristi, the only girlfriend hed ever had, but Kristi must have been carrying the conversation because Thatcher hadnt said a word in ten minutes. He just nodded now and then, as if Kristi could see him through the phone.
This is not what I meant when I suggested spending the night together, L, Tim whispered as he inched his fingers under her sweater.
Look at the bright side. Were almost alone. Lauren gently shoved his hand away. She gave him a look that silently whispered, not here, not now.
Yeah, but were both dressed and have a teenage jailbird watching over us. Tim looked more resigned than frustrated. He never pushed, even when they were alone, even when she didnt bother to give a reason for shoving him away.
She shifted out from under his arm. Weve got to do something to help Thatcher. I cant stand just waiting around to see if something happens. This could go bad fast, Tim, and if Thatchers officially charged, it may be too late.
What can we do? Its almost midnight.
She didnt look at him when she whispered, Weve got to call Lucas.
Lauren didnt want to chance Tim seeing how she felt about Lucas, so she glanced away. Theyd all been friends in high school, which seemed like a lifetime ago. If we call him tonight, he could be here by eight in the morning.
Lucas is big time, L. I read an article online that says hes moving up in that fancy firm he stepped into right out of college. A few years from now, I wouldnt be surprised if he runs for office or becomes a judge or a senator or something. He wouldnt drop everything and come back home to maybe help a kid hes probably never met. We might have all been friends years ago, but those days are long gone.
Lauren closed her eyes, fighting back tears. The Lucas she once knew would come, but the Lucas who worked in Houston now hadnt called once to check on her since she graduated college. That Lucas, if he came home at all, didnt call friends from the past when he was in town.
Shed never told anyone, not even Tim, how much shed loved the young Lucas, the one full of dreams.
Tim would only be hurt if he knew another had been in her heart since she was fifteen. It was better that he didnt know about what had happened between her and Lucas, the promises theyd whispered once, the few stolen moments theyd shared. As her best friend, Tim would be surprised shed never told him. As her lover, hed be crushed that shed held someone else in her dreams all this time.
Lauren stood and walked to the window. Had anything really happened between her and Lucas? she wondered. Had she simply cobbled together a romance from a few kisses and wishes? At fifteen shed been crazy about the boy whod saved her from an accident. At eighteen shed thought theyd be together through college, but hed pulled away. At twenty-one theyd shared a passionate kiss that had gone nowhere. Maybe the Lucas she knew was more in her imagination than real.
Stick to the facts, she almost whispered aloud. How she felt about Lucas Reyes didnt matter. Thatcher needed help, and Lucas was the most powerful lawyer she knew.
Lauren held her hand out toward Thatcher. I need to borrow my phone back.
He said a quick goodbye and handed over her cell. No problem. We were into reruns of the argument anyway.
Lauren felt sorry for him. Everything all right with you and Kristi?
Thatcher shrugged. I dont know. I dont think so. She talked for a while and then got real mad because I asked her for the summary. I told her I was too tired to listen much longer.
He dropped onto his cot, which was padded with several blankets. I swear I dont understand her. Every time I think I know where I stand with her, the world shifts and I lose my marker.
Lauren knew how he felt.
Walking out into the hallway, she sat on the first step. All the offices were closed now, and the wooden steps descended into darkness below. Pushing the number that had been Lucas Reyess cell in college, she waited. If hed changed his number, she had no way of reaching him. If he said no, she could think of nowhere else to turn.
One ring. Two, three.
She shouldnt have called. Not this late. Not without having thought about what shed say.
Four, five, six.
Hello, a deep, sleepy voice said.
Lucas? She couldnt believe he was on the line. It had been so long. A thousand days, a million dreams.
Lauren, he whispered.
For a few moments, they just breathed as if they werent hundreds of miles apart.
Is something wrong? he asked. Is there some emergency?
She could hear his voice hardening, becoming more formal, putting a distance between them that couldnt be simply measured in miles. Hed whispered once when they stared up at the stars that she was his sky. Did he remember?
Lauren followed his lead. Talk about the problem at hand, not her own feelings. I need some legal advice.
Are you in trouble?
No. Its a friend. A kid in Crossroads. I was hoping you could come help. She realized she wasnt the right one to talk to a lawyer about Thatchers case. He obviously didnt even want help, and her father might be mad that she hadnt waited to see if he could figure things out.
She heard paper shuffling and a click like a lamp being turned on.
The voice that finally came back was cold, a stranger. Give me the facts.
She suddenly wished she hadnt called. Its really only an assault charge. I thought you might be able to do something. I shouldnt have bothered you. Im sorry I woke you.
Give me the facts, Lauren.
I shouldnt have called. It dawned on her how Lucas probably made sure their paths never crossed. Hed never called. Never texted. She knew he was still on the other end of the phone waiting for her to make sense.
Goodbye, she whispered, as she fought not to cry.
Goodbye, she whispered, as she fought not to cry.
Just before she ended the call she heard him say, Ill be there tomorrow morning.
The phone went dead before she could say no.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tuesday night
THATCHER JONES WALKED to the barred window in his cell and looked out at the snowy streets three flights below. Most folks thought of Crossroads as a wide spot in the road and had little reason to slow down as they passed, but hed always viewed the tiny place as grand. When youd grown up out in the Breaks where folk hunted their own meat and some did without electricity, the town felt like big time.
Few people who lived between the city-limit signs knew what it was like to check the house for snakes before you turned in at night, or wash your clothes on a board and hang them out to dry. Theyd never had to eat a potato or a can of beans and call it supper. Or to grow up, not only without cell phones and computers, but without TV or microwaves or heat in more than one room.
Hed known that life and felt lucky for it, but Thatcher didnt want to go back. He loved living in his own little place on the Lone Heart Ranch. Hed walk over to the main house for meals, or to work with Charley, or help Lillie, Charleys daughter, with her homework, then the rest of his time was his. Thatcher heard someone say once that the measure of wealth was being in control of time. If so, he was a rich man at eighteen.
Or he had been, before he ended up here in jail.
He knew some of the people on the two floors below worried about how he was surviving being locked up. They didnt understand this was a five-star hotel to him compared to living in the Breaks when he was younger. Great meals, company sitting up with him and being toasty warm. If he hadnt had to give up freedom for the place, he might ask if he could stay awhile.
Crossroads might not have a movie theater or a Starbucks, but the town had stores and a clinic and churches, and, unfortunately, a jail with locked doors. Kristi told him she was ashamed of him because the whole town knew he was there. He guessed she was right. The windows light reflected out on the crossing of the two main highways, so anyone who looked up could see him.
Staring out over the sleeping town, the porch lights shining like tiny stars and the shadow of a half-finished bandstand right in the middle of it all, he tried to figure out where his life had taken a wrong turn. All he was trying to do was help out, and somehow it ended him up here.
Hed seen a frightened little girl no bigger than Lillie, Charleys daughter, had been when hed met her. The girl had on an old red coat that was way too large for her and was trying her best to lug a big backpack along the muddy side of the road.
Who wouldnt help? he murmured to himself. But somehow it had all turned bad, and he couldnt figure out how to get out of trouble without bringing harm to the little red riding hood.
Lauren and Tim took turns lecturing him after the sheriff left last night, but nothing they could say was as bad as what he was yelling at himself inside. He had his future all planned out. He was focused. Hed saved enough for the first year of college, even though Charley Collins had said hed pay.
Thatcher had Kristi waiting for him to get to Texas Tech. He figured if he got to Tech and studied hard, shed plan the rest of their lives. Marriage, a couple kids, maybe a farm.
He looked around, hoping Lauren would bring her phone up and he could call Kristi back. Man, she was mad at him. Like this was all his fault.
The sheriffs daughter was still somewhere beyond the doors of his prison, and Tim seemed busy writing notes. Hed mumbled that he had to get inspiration down when it hit. Thatcher had read a few of his books, and apparently inspiration came to Hemingway more as a dribble than a solid hit.
Maybe theyd left him alone to think, but Thatcher had given up on that, too. What good was it doing him? He might as well become an outlaw. Too bad it wasnt the Wild West, where a man lived by a code and his Colt. Where right was right and wrong was wrong.
He wished it were that simple now. When hed stopped to help the little girl, shed run away from the truck stop, and he knew shed stolen the food in the old backpack that looked like it weighed as much as she did. It took him ten minutes to get her to trust him enough to talk. Hed taken her to not much of a home, parked way back in a junky trailer park. The run-down model home was in a cluster of others that looked to be in the same shape. She said she lived there, but it didnt look like any kind of place a child would stay. No toys or bikes. Only old loading crates and empty beer cans.
He talked the girl into letting him take the canned goods back, even gave her a twenty to buy food. But as he stood to leave, a man inside spotted him looking in the trailer window and threatened to kill him for trespassing. A few of his drunk buddies spilled out behind him, offering to help with the murder.
Thatcher took off with them yelling what theyd do if they ever saw him again. The leader even threatened to hurt the kid if Thatcher ever spoke to her again.
The worst part of it all for Thatcher was the shame he felt. There might have been five or six of them and only one of him, but he felt like a coward running and leaving her there. She wasnt his kin. He had no right to interfere. But somehow it didnt seem right leaving her there.
Then, when he was thoughtful enough to take the stolen food back, Luther accused him of stealing the cans. Like hed drive two miles out of town to shoplift beans probably two or three years out-of-date.
Thatcher had had enough and hed swung, not so much at Luther, but at the whole world.
Now, he stared into the night as if he could find an answer. So much for being a Good Samaritan. He knew how it felt to be hungry. Hed wanted to help. Now one good deed might just screw up his whole life.
Hed told people that he wanted to major in criminal justice. Maybe be like the sheriff. Only that was a pipe dream now.
Word was that there was a real hero living around the Panhandle of Texas. A Texas Ranger whod survived a gun battle on the border. Hed been dealing with genuine bad guys and not some bum smoking pot in a trailer with his buddies while his little girl had to shoplift to eat. Thatcher wanted to fight for right, but yesterday hed had his chance and ran.
Why couldnt his life be exciting like the rangers? It must have been something to be in a real fight against drug runners. Thatcher guessed he already had most of the skills to be a lawman. He was fast, and much stronger than most gave him credit for. Hed been shooting game for food since he was nine.
Only, people with a criminal record didnt become rangers or sheriffs. They didnt become anything Thatcher wanted to be.
Tim must have finished writing his thoughts because he walked to the other side of the cell, the free side, and joined Thatcher.
I think its creepy out on nights like this, he said, as if he thought Thatcher would welcome conversation. Towns growing so much it seems brighter than it used to.
Tim, stop talking like you were born before electricity. Youre twenty-five. Thatcher hated how Timand Lauren tooboth thought they were so much older than him.
I know, but the towns growing. There are two whole new blocks of houses behind the church and half a dozen new cabins out by the lake.