Monday, January 20, 2014

My 2nd Novel: Hidden Secrets; Chapter 71

Hidden Secrets
Chapter 71


If you're a granny who watches baby grands as often as I do, it's really smart to learn how to make Mac 'n Cheese super fast and in vast quantities. These are a Monday afternoon's leftovers. I'm ready for the rest of the week!

Hidden Secrets
Leona Palmer Haag
 
Chapter 71



The second basement.
As clear as day it dawned on Jenn. There was someone living in the second basement. It was an apartment. A control center. A watchtower—except it was underground. Kristina said it was as big as the main floor of the house. That was plenty big for comfortable living and working quarters. It fit together. It was easy to give her Internet access because an electronics guru lived beneath her. It wasn't hard for Matt to insist she stay because she had a bodyguard nearby. Her personal, practically live-in spy could use the ladder anytime he chose. He simply hadn’t returned it properly. He should be demoted.
After breakfast Jenn hustled Katie to the SUV. She had to leave. Had to get away to think. It gave her the creeps knowing someone was only a few feet below her. Jenn drove around aimlessly for at least an hour. She stopped to browse through a few stores. She plunked down the credit card a few times. Katie began to grump so they resumed driving. Finally Jenn decided to go home and pack. She was leaving Honeysuckle Pie Drive forever and nothing could stop her.
As Jenn entered her neighborhood an idea emerged on her mind. She'd drive behind her house and look up. What was it like from below? She found the street at the bottom of the ravine and peered between the houses. There wasn't anything to see but the tip of her roofline. Thinking about it, she should have known that. The backyard ended in a steep drop off into a ravine. She was certain that no matter which house below she stood in, she'd never be able to see her home, just as she couldn't see down into them from her upper balcony or loft windows.
Jenn pulled onto Buttercup Biscuit Drive. She rounded the corner and dropped into the ravine and then started uphill toward Honeysuckle Pie Drive. She noticed a slight foot trail leading into the ravine. Not much more than a deer and rabbit track, she decided, recalling her lessons while with Matt in Montana.
It was insane, but Jenn did it anyway. She parked the SUV and unbuckled Katie. "Want to take a nature walk?" she asked.
Katie had been cooped up long enough and couldn't get out fast enough. Jenn took her hand and stepped over the curb and into the rabbit brush and desert scrub. It was early spring and the grasses were brilliant green against the umber dirt. Jenn spotted a lizard skittering across a rock. She pointed it out to Katie and a game of chase began. The lizard slipped into a crack, gaining victory.
The trail angled up the hillside under a few low trees at one point, then sharply veered upward. Jenn clung tightly to Katie as they made their way over the steep part. It leveled out for a few yards, then angled up in easy zigzags. They paused and looked at the warm blue sky. Innocent looking clouds drifted in the distance. "This is only inches from breathtaking," Jenn said, taking in the raw beauty.
"Breath take," Katie mimicked.
Jenn resumed the hike, tugging Katie along. The sunshine was warm and comfortable. The air fresh. It was amazing how secluded the hillside was from the houses backing it in the bottom. She suspected she could climb to the top and never be seen from anyone below.
 Back and forth they went. Up, up, up. She finally spotted the white vinyl fences on the edge. They still had a little way to go. The trail dipped and rose. Swung wide around some boulders and rose again through a mass of brush. Jenn hesitated. She'd heard this was rattlesnake country. She'd never seen a rattlesnake before and dreaded meeting one in person.
Katie picked up a rock. "Oh, that won't help," Jenn said, deciding it might. She grabbed a few herself and launched them into the brush. There was the sound of twigs rustling, but no rattles. Jenn picked Katie up and pressed on. Up. Around a boulder. Past a bush. Around another sun-warmed rock. Past lizards gasping with open mouths. Up. Around another rock and they'd practically be in her back yard. Maybe twenty feet below.
Jenn stopped. "Oh, Katie," she moaned, quickly looking away from what blocked their path. She grasped Katie tighter in her arms, pressing her face into her shoulder so she couldn't see anything, and scrambled back downward as fast as she could, not as cautious about snakes. Shak            ing. Quaking. Terror stricken.
"No," she whispered over and over, forcing her feet to go faster. "No!"
The man was dead. Clearly. She'd seen dead before. The blood on his chest and dried pools of dark blood on the ground were further evidence. The swarms of flies and wasps. The angle of his right leg and left arm. The gun in his hand.
Jenn quickened her step. It was steep. Rocks tumbled from the side and clanked their way down the ravine. "Mommy?" Katie whined as she clutched her shoulder for security.
"It's okay, baby. We've got to hurry," Jenn said. Her mouth was dry. Her hands were clammy. Hurrying stopped abruptly. Jenn set Katie on a rock before she leaned to one side and threw up. Once. Twice. Three times. She wiped her mouth and looked frantically around. Then she saw them.
            Drops of blood.
As plain as day. Splashes here. There. How had she missed them on the way up? That changed all the thoughts running through her mind. She had assumed the man had been shot trying to enter her property by climbing over the back fence. But why would he be up there in a pool of blood while there was blood below? He couldn't have been wounded below and climbed up where he finally laid down to die. That was crazy. The sequence was out of order.
Jenn grabbed Katie from the rock and balanced her on her his as she scrambled to get back to the SUV. She pulled out her phone and flipped it open. "Kevin," she gasped when he answered.
"Yeah, what is it now," he said in a bored tone.
"The man from the black minivan. You know, the rental? The guy from Boston? He's dead. In my back yard."
 "What?" he yelped.
"He's dead! He was shot!" she frantically said.
"Whoa! Wait a minute. What are we talking about here? Who?"
"He's dead!" Jenn repeated. Whispered, this time. She wanted to shout, but was almost too terrified to speak.
"Who? Tell me exactly who and where!"
"The ravine. He's in the ravine behind the house and…" Jenn tripped. The cell phone went flying as she grasped Katie so she wouldn't fall and get hurt. They landed with a thud, but the phone skittered to the edge of the trail and slid over. Jump, bang, thump, thump, thump. It finally stopped several feet below, wedged between a rock and rabbit brush.
Jenn swore. It wasn't something she did much anymore. Not since Matt had quit. It wasn't anything too terrible—in her estimation—but not something she wanted Katie to repeat. Her daughter did anyway. "Sorry about that," Jenn said, wishing she hadn't sworn, dropped the phone, or taken Katie hiking.
There weren't a whole lot of decisions to be made at the moment. Either leave the phone at a crime scene, or go fetch it. Neither pleased Jenn. The ravine was steep. She couldn't safely climb down and back with Katie. She'd leave the phone. But she had no way to communicate without it. She'd retrieve it.
Katie wiggled from her arms. "Sit. Don't move," Jenn commanded, easing her bruised bum toward the edge. Katie sat. Jenn wiggled over the side and slipped and scrambled her way to the phone, starting mini-avalanches in her wake. She grabbed the phone and pushed it to her ear. Kevin was swearing a blue streak. Yelling. Screaming.
"Shut up and listen!" Jenn hissed. She turned and stared up at the hillside where Katie stood teetering on the edge. "I'll call you back in two minutes." She snapped it shut and shoved it into a pocket and started back up the hillside, grabbing roots and brush on her way. The phone rang and stopped. Rang and stopped. It had to be Kevin. She turned a branch loose to switch it to vibrate only. It vibrated and stopped over and over again.
Going up wasn't easy. The rocks were loose. A big one dislodged and crashed down to where her phone had been sitting. Jenn was glad she hadn't sent it into motion on her way down and smashed her only hope for help. After all, where were her guns? One was hidden under one front seat and the other in her purse under the other seat!
The phone vibrated and stopped. On second thought, she wished it had been smashed. No. She only wished Kevin knew her plight and would stop calling every ten second and give her time to rescue Katie.
Jenn looked up. Katie teetered on the edge. If she tumbled down she'd turn into a bouncing rubber ball if Jenn didn't stop her. "Wait there, Katie baby bear," Jenn frantically called out, trying to sound nice, happy, and cheerful instead of desperate. It worked. Katie plunked down, sending rocks tumbling her way instead.
When she reached her, Jenn snatched her daughter up and started off again. This time more carefully. Watching her step. She saw the blood. It was obvious now. A big splotch near the edge. She reached the steepest part and eased her way down. Slowly. She didn't dare look over the side. If they fell, they'd die. If they didn't die, they'd be broken and bruised. Katie would end up in a full body cast. Jenn peeked over the edge as they neared the bottom. She gasped. She yanked her cell phone out and answered the phone with, "Kevin, I found the guy who shot Mr. Black Minivan."
"What? Who?" he hollered.
"Davis. Davis Turpin. Ivan. Whatever his name is. Seemore. Saymore. You know who I mean. He's dead. In the ravine. I have no clue how or…" Jenn paused to throw up again. The motion was so violent it landed her on her behind and she and Katie slid down the rest of the steep part without standing up. Jenn snapped the phone shut, shoved it into her pocket and raced as fast as she could for the SUV with the phone vibrating over and over again.
"Answer me!" Kevin was yelling, along with a number of explicative, when Jenn finally opened the cell phone on the tenth or twentieth call.
"Should I go home?" she whispered.
"Yes! Go home! Lock the doors. Stay on the phone. Don't hang up on me again or…"
"Don't threaten me. I don't need it right now," Jenn snapped.
"Okay. Okay, settle down. Tell me where you are and what you're doing. Did you take any pictures?"
"Huh? I'm supposed to be the newspaper photographer now? I very nearly got killed out there and you want it documented?"
"No! I want you to send me information! Where's your brain?"
"Stop shouting or I'll hang up!"
"Then settle down yourself!"
Katie was screaming from the front seat next to Jenn. Halfway up the road incline she realized she was driving. She eased the SUV to a halt and buckled Katie down. The screaming didn't stop. "Okay, Kevin, let's be quieter. Katie is scared to death and I don't blame her." Suddenly Jenn swore. She shoved the SUV into park and pushed her door open and leaned her head out to throw up again. It was terrible. Jenn rested her head on the steering wheel and waited for the nausea to ease. A car passed her going up the hill. It slowed and stopped. It backed up.
Kristina.
"Jenn, are you okay?" her neighbor called from her rolled down window.
Jenn shook her head. "I'm feeling queasy. I must have eaten something bad."
"What can I do to help?"
Jenn shook her head. Katie was still screaming up a storm.
"Let me take Katie. Go home and get some rest. Call me when you're ready to have her back." Before Jenn could object, Kristina had opened the other door and pulled Katie into her arms. Katie whimpered and settled down. "She can play with Dallin. You look pale. I'll follow you home. Get some rest."
Jenn weakly nodded.
Once she was driving again Jenn picked up her phone. "Kristina has Katie."
"Get her back. Fast."
"I will," she weakly said.
  
End Chapter 71

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