Presumption of Guilt (29 page)

When the game window closed, the mail window was still on the screen, and she started to close it, too—then froze when she saw the letter on the screen, from someone with the screen name Drab11. “Jake—Jake, this is e-mail! Jimmy's been communicating with someone from the home.”

Jake rushed over and read the letter signed “Brad.” “You're right. And he didn't like what he heard.”

“I don't think we have to wonder where anymore, do you?”

“No, I sure don't. Come on, let's go. Maybe we can stop him before he does something stupid.”

“Wait. First we have to call Larry and Tony. Maybe they can get to him before we can.” Lynda ran to the phone and punched out the number to Tony's car.

“Yeah?” Tony answered.

“Tony, this is Lynda,” she blurted. “We've figured out where Jimmy is.”

“Where?”

“He's gone back to SCCH to get Lisa out.”

“No. He wouldn't do that.”

“He's doing it. I'm telling you, that's where we're going to find him. We're headed over there.”

“No way. Let us take care of it, Lynda.”

“You said yourself that you aren't authorized to do anything! Tony, there's a child's life at stake here. Somebody has to do something besides sitting around watching!”

“Lynda, we know what's at stake! If you get in the way of what we're doing, I'll gladly arrest you myself. Now stay out of the way!”

Lynda's face reddened. “I'm a lawyer, Tony. You just try and arrest me! I'll drag you into court for false arrest, police brutality, and anything else I can come up with!”

“Go ahead,” Tony said, undaunted. “I'll arrest you anyway. It would keep you out of the way tonight while we're trying to get to Bill Brandon. After that, you can do anything you want to me.”

Lynda grew quiet, and she covered her eyes with a trembling hand. “So help me, Tony, if anything happens to that kid . . .”

“Let us do our job, Lynda. That's the best way to make sure nothing will.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

I
t was at least an hour before the children began coming back into the cottage. Jimmy heard their voices as they approached the bedroom. The girls who shared a room with Lisa were laughing and talking about their rag dolls, as if they'd been given some precious gift they'd I never forget. He couldn't hear Lisa's voice.

He heard the sounds of them getting ready for bed, then Stella's voice barking out orders. He waited until the light went out and everyone had quieted down, then opened the door slightly so that he could see where everyone was. There was Lisa, lying in her bed on her side, still awake, staring dismally into the dark. Her rag doll had been discarded on the floor beside her bed, but she clutched her old teddy bear tightly.

Why had they gotten presents tonight? What was Bill up to?

He felt for the gun again, and it gave him courage to wait. He sat there for what seemed an eternity, hoping the others would go to sleep. But it didn't matter if they didn't. He had the gun, and that gave him power. He could take Lisa anywhere he wanted to, as long as he had the gun.

When silence had prevailed for a half hour or more, he opened the door ever so slightly. It creaked, but no one moved.

He crawled out on his hands and knees, staying down in case anyone's eyes were still open. But they all seemed to be asleep, which surprised him. In his room, which was an older group, that didn't happen. They often argued long after lights out, or they were up getting ready to do some dirty deed of Bill's.

He crawled to Lisa's bed, then got to his feet and bent over her. He shook her shoulder, and her eyes came open with a flash of fear, making him wonder if she'd expected Bill.

He held his finger to his mouth, hushing her, but she couldn't help the gasp that escaped.
“Jimmy!”

He put his hand over her mouth, but it was too late—a little girl named Jill opened her eyes and sat up. “What are you doing here?” she whispered in surprise.

“Shhh.” He waved frantically for her to be quiet. “Come on, Lisa,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

“Can I come, too?” Jill asked.

“You don't want to go where we're going,” Jimmy said.

“I might.”

“Just
hush
. I came to get my sister, that's all. And if you tell—” He pulled his shirt up, showing the gun.

She caught her breath and lay back down quickly. “I won't tell.”

Lisa shrank back onto her pillow, horrified. “Jimmy, where'd you get that?” she whispered.

He shook his head and put his fingers over her lips. “Come on, we've got to get out of here.”

She got up and ran to the shelves where all of their clothes were piled in little cubbyholes. She pulled out a pair of shorts and slipped on her shoes. “Wait,” she whispered. “I've got to get the box.”

“Leave it,” he said. “It doesn't matter. We can't carry it.”

“Yes, we can,” she said. “We have to. It has pictures of our mama. I don't want to forget what she looks like.”

She ran to the closet and pulled out a black backpack—which Jimmy recognized immediately as the kind that Bill issued to all the kids who worked under him. His heart sank. So Bill had gotten to her, too. She stuffed the contents of the box into the backpack, along with her teddy bear, and slipped it onto her small shoulders. “I'm ready,” she whispered with a smile. “I knew you'd come to get me, but he told us you were in jail.”

“He's the one who's going to jail,” Jimmy said. “Not me.”

“But we've all broken laws,” she said. “He said if we get caught—”

“He lied,” Jimmy said. “He's a liar and a murderer and a thief and you can't believe a word he says. Especially all that Bible stuff.”

“He said the sins of the brother are visited on the sister.Jimmy, what does that mean?”

“It means that if I see him face-to-face, I might just use this gun on him.” He went to the window and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge.

“It's nailed shut,” Jill whispered. “Bill did it yesterday.”

He breathed out a ragged sigh. “Okay, then we'll have to go up the hall.” He turned with a menacing look toward Jill, who still followed them with her eyes, though she lay quietly. “Jill, if you make one sound or tell anyone Lisa's gone before morning, so help me, I'll come back here and get revenge. Got it?”

“Okay,” she whispered. “Bye, Lisa. Are you coming back?”

Lisa looked at her brother, and he shook his head no. The little girl's face changed to an expression of deep sadness, and she lay back down. “Are you sure I can't come?”

“Yes,” Jimmy said. “Not right now. Maybe later.”

He took Lisa's hand and tiptoed with her up the hall, desperately silent. He heard Stella moving around in her own room, so he knew that he couldn't go back out the same way he had come in. They were going to have to sneak through the den. He could only hope that no one was there. But he'd been trained in walking through people's homes while they slept and not getting caught.They cut through the dark kitchen, heading for the den, when the sound of the front door startled him. He heard Stella dash from her room into the den to meet her guest.

“I think that was a success, don't you?” It was Bill's voice, and Jimmy almost panicked. He motioned frantically for Lisa to head back to her room, and he followed.

“Absolutely. You've got them eating out of your hand,” Stella said.

“Let's just hope they keep eating out of it,” he said. “Judge Wyatt is fighting hard, but they may find a way to go over his head by tomorrow. It might be time for me to get out of town.”

“And what about me?” Stella asked. “I'll be implicated, too.

We all will.”

“Just say you didn't know what was going on. That you weren't actually involved.”

“But according to the paper, they know that it was a little girl who delivered the package bomb to the post office—and that she was seen with a woman in a pickup truck.”

“That was me!” Lisa whispered. She and Jimmy were standing in the doorway to her room now, trying to listen. Jimmy put his hand over her mouth to silence her.

“They can't prove that woman was you,” Bill told Stella.

“Bill, I'm not taking the heat for attempted murder. You know I didn't know what was in that package—”

“You knew it wasn't a box of chocolates.”

“What about Jimmy?” she demanded. “He's still out there somewhere, telling his story.”

Jimmy moved his hand from Lisa's face, and they both listened hard.

“Don't worry about Jimmy,” Bill said. “He's not going to be a factor.”

“Bill, you'll never get to him without getting caught.”

“I won't have to,” he said. “He'll come to us, before we know it. Maybe even tonight.”

Lisa's eyes rounded with terror. Bill was
expecting
Jimmy!

But Jimmy only stared into space, trying to figure out how Bill had known he was coming—and how he and Lisa would get past him now.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

L
arry's phone rang, and he snatched it up.

“We've got a problem,” Tony said before Larry could speak.

“What?”

“Lynda and Jake think Jimmy's headed over L there.”

“Here? To the home?”

“That's what they said. Seen any evidence of it?”

“No,” Larry said. “Why in the world would he come here?”

“Apparently, he got a desperate e-mail note from some kid there to come get Lisa out before Bill killed her.”

Larry's hand slid down his face. “Tell me you're kidding.”

“No, and Jimmy must have taken off to rescue her.”

“But he's a kid! He can't take on Bill Brandon by himself.”

“Well, let's hope Jake and Lynda are wrong. But just in case, keep your eyes peeled and let me know if you see anything.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

B
y now, all of the girls in Lisa's room had awakened. They all looked at Jimmy as he and Lisa turned and came back into the room. “Don't anybody say a word,” he whispered. He pulled out his gun again, just for good measure, and waved it in the air. “I'm not afraid to use this.”

All the girls lay back down, their eyes wide as they watched to see what he was going to do next. Then Jimmy noticed that their eyes darted suddenly toward the door behind him.

“Jimmy?”

Jimmy swung around to see his friends Brad and Kevin standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here?” Brad whispered harshly.

“Shut up!” Jimmy mouthed. “Bill's out there.”

“I know he is,” he said. “He came to get us. He wants Lisa, too.”

“No,” Jimmy said through his teeth. “He's not taking her.” He stepped closer to the boys, keeping his voice as low as he could. “Cover for her. Distract him until we get out of here.”

“I want to go, too,” Brad returned. “Take me with you.”

“No! Just Lisa. That's all I can handle.”

“But you
gotta
take me, too,” Brad whispered, starting to cry, something Jimmy had never seen him do before. “Bill's got it in for me lately. If you don't take me, you're gonna have to come visit me in the graveyard.”

“No!” Jimmy cried. He reached out to push the boy away, but Brad winced and doubled over in pain.

Only then did Jimmy notice that Brad was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, rather than the shorts and T-shirt he usually wore in the summer. He remembered that he had done that, despite the heat, to cover bruises after Bill's beatings. “What happened?” he asked.

“Bill beat him up because of the e-mail,” Lisa said.

A sense of dread washed over Jimmy. “What e-mail?”

“The one we sent you.”

Jimmy's face went cold as the blood drained from it. “Bill found it?”

“Yeah, and was he mad.”

The little girls were all sitting up now, and Lisa was on the edge of her bed, not sure what to do next.

Jimmy touched Brad's shoulder. “I'm sorry I shoved you, man. No wonder you wanted to leave so bad.”

Brad wiped the tears off his face.

“The e-mails,” he said. “You were the one who told me to hurry because Lisa had been beaten, weren't you? You're the one who left Stella's window unlocked?”

“No, man. That's not what I wrote. Bill must have sent that.”

Jimmy felt such rage that his head threatened to burst. “It was a trap.” His face grew hot and mottled, and he pulled the gun out of his pocket. “He knows I'm here. He set this whole thing up.

Even left the window open for me.”

One of the little girls buried her face in her pillow and began to cry, and the others sat huddled on their beds, eyes wide with fear.

“What's gonna happen?” Lisa asked.

“I'm gonna get you out of here, that's what,” Jimmy told her.

“All we have to do is get out the door. There's a cop across the street. As soon as he sees us, we'll be home free.”

“Is that so?” The deep voice startled them all, and Jimmy turned and saw Bill standing in the doorway, leaning indolently against the frame. “Hello, Jimmy. Long time, no see. I've been expecting you.”

With shaky hands, Jimmy raised the gun and pointed it at Bill. “All I want is my sister. Let us go, and nobody'll get hurt.”

Bill laughed. “You don't know how to use a gun, Jimmy. And even if you did, you wouldn't.”

“Watch me,” Jimmy said through his teeth.

Bill started walking toward him, his hand outstretched. “Give me the gun, Jimmy, and then we'll go to my office and talk this thing out, man-to-man.”

“Yeah? Like you talked to Brad?”

“Brad knows he deserved what he got. Don't you, Brad?”