Night Light (13 page)

Moe shook his head. “I haven’t given her a thought in years. She’s probably dead in a gutter somewhere.”

Pursing her lips, Deni wrote that down. “Do you know if she had any relatives in town?”

“She didn’t get along too well with her folks. Whole time I was with her, she didn’t talk to them at all. They were always giving her a hard time, you know, treating her like trash, trying to take her kids. She kept moving so they wouldn’t find her.”

Was that why the parents hadn’t been able to get the children yet?

Doug leaned on the rail of the stairwell, watching the man pull out some chicken bones. “Moe, what would a drug addict do after the outage? Were there still places to buy drugs?”

He discarded the bones. “It got real interesting. Most people had a little cash on them when the lights went out. Dealers sold it ’til they ran out. Couldn’t get it here without transportation. Some’s just now starting to work its way to town.”

Deni might have known. They couldn’t get food shipments in, but they’d found a way to get dope.

“Could Jessie have been selling?” Doug asked. “Could a drug deal have gone wrong or something?”

He shrugged. “Anything’s possible with that girl. She wasn’t above it, I can tell you that. Lot of folks turn to dealing to pay for their habits.” He finished sorting through the garbage, then got to his feet. He was almost as tall as Doug. “So where are them kids, anyway?”

“They’re staying with our family,” Doug said.

“So you’ll get their disbursements?”

Deni looked at her father and he froze for a moment. She could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. “We haven’t worked that out yet. Hopefully we’ll find their family before then.”

As they rode their bikes away, Deni ranted. “What a jerk. Jessie sure knew how to pick ’em.”

Doug just shook his head. “Those poor kids.”

“You got a little pale when Moe asked you about the disbursements. Why was that?”

He sighed. “I just don’t trust him. Didn’t want him to start changing his tune about paternity, just for the almighty buck.”

Deni considered it. Surely he wouldn’t go to all that trouble. The man didn’t look that resourceful. She studied her dad as he rode a little in front of her. “Dad, do you think she’s alive?”

“Probably,” Doug said. “From what we’ve heard about her, I’d say she’s alive and taking care of number one, and she’s forgotten all about her children. I think they may be better off without her.”

twenty

K
AY WAS PACING IN THE GARAGE WHEN
D
ENI AND
D
OUG GOT
home. “Thank goodness you’re back! I have to show you something.”

Doug braced himself as he got off his bike. “Uh-oh. What now?”

“Come upstairs and you’ll see.”

He left Deni to close the garage, then followed Kay up the stairs and into Logan’s room. It looked like a tornado had hit it. The Gatlin kids’ things were everywhere. She reached into a grocery sack stuffed with toys.

“I was going through their stuff to wash their clothes, and I found this.” She pulled out a small revolver.

Doug caught his breath and took the .38 Special from her. “But the sheriff
took
their gun.”

“Apparently they had another one.”

Doug moaned and checked to see if it was loaded. Thank goodness, it wasn’t. “Did you look through the rest of their things for the ammo?”

“Yes, I went through everything. But if we missed the gun, maybe we’re missing the bullets too. We helped them pack — you’d think we would have seen it.”

Doug took the bag and pulled out the battered Barbie, the baseball cap, and the Superman cape. “He brought this one home yesterday. My fault. I should have searched it.”

Kay rubbed her temples and sat down on the bed. “What should we do?”

“Confiscate it, of course. I’ll tell the sheriff.”

“Doug, do you think they’re dangerous?”

He thought of telling her that he’d warned her, but that wouldn’t be fair. Taking them in had been the right thing. If he’d gotten nothing else from Moe Jenkins, he’d seen a glimpse of what the lives of these kids had been like. “Not dangerous. Just desperate. Aaron has been in survival mode for a long time. In his mind, this is part of his survival.”

She stood up and looked around at the mess. “I want to help them,” she said. “And we gave them our word that we’d keep them until we found their grandparents. But I admit, I’m a little nervous. A nine-year-old kid who packs a pistol is not someone I should have in my house. But what else can we do?”

He’d wrestled with these same thoughts. “Let’s not panic. Yesterday, you had some really good arguments about God leading us to them. I don’t think we should change our course now.”

Her eyes were hopeful as she looked up at him. “Do you think I was right about that? That God really brought them here?”

He searched his heart and found confidence there. Slowly, he lowered himself to the bed and patted her leg. “Yes, I think you were. When you look at Aaron and his behavior, it seems all about the other kids. I’m not suggesting he’s a saint, but he does seem to have their best interests at heart. How bad could a kid like that be?”

“I hope we find his mother alive so I can wring her neck.”

“Yeah, me too. Why don’t we just talk to him, tell him we found it? Let him know we’re not going to tolerate this kind of thing.”

She nodded. “I’ll go get him.”

He waited, sitting on the bed, turning the gun over in his hand. Where in the world had they gotten two guns? Did they both belong to Jessie, or had they stolen them? Their next-door neighbor had been aware of their weapon, and she claimed others were, as well. Why hadn’t even one of the neighbors reported it?

Kay came back a few minutes later, with Aaron and Joey shuffling behind her.

Aaron saw the gun in Doug’s hand as he entered the room, and he stopped cold.

“Aaron, Kay was just getting ready to wash your clothes,” he said, “and she found this.”

The boy crossed his arms. “Yeah? So?”

“Where’d you get it, Aaron? Is it your mother’s?”

His face was hard. “No, it’s mine.”

“They don’t sell guns to kids.” Doug got up and stood over the boys. “Now tell me where you got it.”

“I found it, okay?”

“Found it where?”

Aaron hesitated. “In a Dumpster.”

“Which Dumpster?”

“I don’t know. I dug through lots of them looking for food. I can’t remember which one.”

Not likely. But Doug doubted he’d get anything else out of him. He turned to Joey. “How long have you had it?”

“A long time,” Joey said.

Aaron gave him a look that told him to shut up.

“Joey, where are the bullets?”

Joey shrugged and looked at his brother.

Color crept up Aaron’s cheeks. “I did have some, but they’re all gone now.”

That sent a chill through Doug. “What did you use them on?”

Aaron turned away then and went to put his stuff back in the bags. “I used the gun for protection,” he said. “A time or two I had to shoot at the ground or at the sky to keep somebody away. It kept people from taking everything we had.”

Joey’s face was distraught as he said, “Every time we came back with food, some of the neighbors tried to steal it.”

Doug threw a glance to Kay, then fixed his eyes on the boys. “Is that why the neighbors didn’t call the police on you?”

“Why would they?” Aaron asked. “Sometimes I just gave them stuff, so they’d leave us alone. They liked what I brought them.”

So the kid was also a politician.

“But when I didn’t have enough, some of them would get rough. Sometimes just waving the gun got the message across.”

Doug could imagine. Anger rose to his throat. Maybe those neighbors deserved to live the way they did.

But then Aaron shot that thought down. “It wasn’t all of them. Some of them were nice and helped us. We traded off. Sometimes they’d give us their water, if I found food. And when Joey and I weren’t home, they’d look in on Sarah and Luke.”

“But they let you live there alone!” Kay said. “How could they do that?”

Aaron and Joey exchanged looks again. “We didn’t tell them Mama wasn’t home. She was always gone a lot anyway. Sometimes she didn’t come home at night. They just figured nothing had changed.”

Doug looked at his wife, saw the tears in her eyes. He swallowed. “I understand why you needed this, Aaron, but we’re going to take it and put it up for now, okay? You’re not going to need it here.”

They could see the hesitation and fear on the boy’s face. “Where are you gonna put it?”

“I’m locking it up with our other guns.”

“Will I get it back?”

“I doubt it. But let’s hope you never need it again.”

Rage twisted the boy’s face. “It’s ours! You can’t have it!”

“This isn’t negotiable, Aaron. You can’t stay here with a gun.”

“Then let us go. We didn’t ask to be here!”

Joey spoke up. “They don’t trust us, Aaron.”

“Joey, it has nothing to do with trust,” Kay said. “It’s against the law for children to own guns. Period.”

The boys stood staring up at them, clearly unhappy at the turn of events. Doug wished he could make them understand that they were safe here. But only time would do that.

He started to the door. “Now let’s go down to the well and see if the chemist has tested the water yet. If it’s clean, we can get our first drink of it. It’s nice and cool. Perfect for drinking.”

Life returned to Joey’s eyes, and he smiled. But Aaron wasn’t moved.

As they led the children down the stairs, Doug realized he would need to report this to the sheriff. Then he’d need something more secure to keep his guns in.

What a way to live.

twenty-one

T
HE PLIGHT OF THE PEOPLE AT THE
S
ANDWOOD
P
LACE
Apartments haunted Doug for the next few days. As he worked on his sermon on Proverbs for the following Sunday, God’s Word convicted him: “Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act,” Solomon had written.

It
was
in his power to act. He knew things they needed — how to sort the garbage taking over their land, how to dig a well, how to invest their disbursement dollars so they could survive the winter. Though there was still work to be done on the Oak Hollow well, he felt so blessed to have hit the water table. The chemist who’d tested it confirmed that the water was pure, perfect for drinking, washing, bathing. And there was plenty of it. They had almost finished building the housing over it with a stronger pulley for lifting water. And the walls around it had to be high enough to keep out children and animals. It needed a top to keep out debris. But it would all be finished tomorrow.

He had the skill now — the power to act, as Solomon described it — so how could he withhold it from the people of Sandwood Place?

Doug took Jeff and Deni with him to the Sandwood Place Apartments after supper that night. Kay had wanted to come herself, but since Deni begged to accompany him so she could interview some of the residents about the missing woman, Kay stayed home with the children. They didn’t think Beth could handle Aaron and his brothers.

Doug rode with his rifle slung on his back in case of trouble. As they grew closer to the apartments, he tried to plan what he would say.

I’ve come to show you how to sort your garbage and handle your finances.

What was he? An expert on everything? Why would they even want to listen to him?

No, he needed a more humble approach.

He glanced at Jeff and Deni, riding beside him. “Guys, I’m coming to help these people if I can, but I don’t want to put them on the defensive. Let’s just start out talking to them about Jessie, and then maybe I can ease into the stuff we’ve done to make life easier in Oak Hollow. If they’re interested, I’ll go on with my ideas about investing their money and digging a well.”

“Okay,” Deni said. “Why don’t you let me lead? I’ll do the journalist bit and interview them.”

“I don’t know …”

“No, really, Dad. In college, when I did stories for GUTV, I was the one they sent on the toughest interviews.”

“What’s GUTV?” Jeff’s voice dripped with contempt.

“The student-run television station at Georgetown.”

“And they put
you
on it?”

“Yes, smart guy. I happen to be very good at what I do. That’s why NBC hired me.”

Doug knew Jeff was just trying to rile her. He’d been as proud as they were of his sister when she’d sent videos home.

As they rode into the parking lot, Deni said, “Seriously, Dad. I’ll take out my notepad and tell them it’s for the newspaper, and you’ll be surprised who’ll talk to me.”

“If you let her do it, Dad, you’ll never get a word in.”

Doug laughed. “I think it’ll be okay. Jeff, I want you to stay with the bikes, all right?”

Jeff sighed. “Story of my life.”

Deni’s eyes shone with purpose as they parked their bikes. She pulled out her pad and headed into a cluster of families congregated around the grill, her dad following. “Hi, I’m Deni Branning with the
Crockett Community Journal
. I’m doing a story on Jessie Gatlin — the missing woman in 4B — and I wonder if any of you would answer a few questions for me.”

Doug watched as the families perked up with a respect he hadn’t expected. Her sudden credentials seemed to give her the perfect entree.

She introduced him as Doug, as if he were her sidekick instead of her father, and before he knew it the neighbors were telling stories of Jessie and her druggie friends, her all-night escapades, and her screaming fights with her children. Most of them swore they hadn’t known the children were living there alone, but Doug had trouble believing that.

As Deni finished her interviews and moved on to other groups, Doug would remain behind and engage them in conversation about their plight. They told him that they got their water from a pond over a mile away — and when they washed clothes, they had to haul them there and back. A lady in 6A, a retired schoolteacher, babysat for several of the families when they trekked there for water. Some of them listened as he shared ideas with them; all seemed interested when he mentioned digging a well.