The Darkest Hour(7)

"What?" Ethan demanded. "What the hell is going on? Where are Van, Garrett, and Rachel?"

Sam motioned for the others to gather, and the knot in Ethan's stomach grew bigger.

"Goddamn it, Sam, talk."

Sam motioned for quiet. "Okay, this has to be quick. Garrett and Van are  looking for Rachel. They haven't turned anything up yet. Renshaw, you  and Baker get Cole and get the hell back to the chopper. The rest of you  fan out. Let's find Rachel and get the hell out of here."





CHAPTER 4



MARLENE Kelly stepped out of the bathroom and padded across the bedroom  floor toward the bed where her husband was sitting up reading. As she  neared, he lowered the book and took off his glasses.

"You look worried," he observed.

She managed a faint smile, amused by the fact that after all these  years, he still had a knack for stating the obvious. He couldn't exactly  be called intuitive when she'd moped around the house the entire day.

She pulled back the covers and slid under the sheets. As she settled  against the pillows, she crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "I  am worried."

Frank turned on his side and propped his head in the palm of his hand. "About?"

"Ethan."

He blew out his breath. "I thought we agreed that it was good that he  finally joined his brothers? Does a man no good to stay locked up in  that house with all her things."

"I just worry that he wasn't ready," she said unhappily. "Rachel's death affected him badly."

"Our boys will take good care of him. You know that. Sam wouldn't let him go out if he wasn't confident in Ethan's abilities."

"You're right, I know. I just worry. I want him to be happy again."

Frank touched her cheek, his calloused fingers tracing the faint wrinkles at her temple. "He will be. It'll take time."

She frowned when she heard a sound downstairs. She sat up, Frank's hand  sliding from her skin. Then she turned to her husband. "Did you hear  that?"

"Hear what?"

She huffed in exasperation. "That sound. It came from the kitchen."

He stiffened and put a hand on her arm when she started to get up. "You stay here. I'll go down."

"We should just call the police," she hissed.

He gave her a look of annoyance as he headed toward the closet. "It's  probably just a mouse. No need to get Sean over here for nothing."

He disappeared into the closet and returned seconds later with a shotgun.

"Frank, don't you dare mess up my kitchen!"

He waved her off and walked out the door. Marlene reached for the phone.  Typical Kelly man. All things could be solved with firearms. Not that  she had anything against them, but she didn't want a hole in her newly  done walls.

She gripped the phone, determined that if she so much as heard a peep  she was calling Sean, and she didn't give a damn if he had to get out of  bed or not.

"What the-Hey, you come back here!" Frank roared.

Marlene winced when a crash sounded. Her fingers were pounding the phone keypad when she heard Frank again.

"Marlene, get down here," he yelled.

She flew out of bed, the phone to her ear. When she hit the bottom of  the stairs and then rounded the corner into the kitchen, she skidded to a  halt, staring at the bizarre scene in front of her.

"Get off of me!"

Marlene stared down at the screeching girl lying facedown while Frank  sat on her in the middle of the kitchen floor. Frank was rubbing his  hand and cursing with every breath.

"Frank! What on earth is going on?"

Frank glowered up at her. "What does it look like? I caught this little  hellcat raiding the fridge. She threw the cookie jar at my head and  tried to run. Call Sean and have him come over."                       
       
           



       

Marlene stared hard at the still-struggling girl. "Girl" was an  appropriate description. Why, she couldn't have been more than sixteen  if she was a day. Stick thin, she looked like a toothpick under a  boulder. All Marlene could easily see was a bunch of pink hair sticking  out in forty directions.

"Frank, get off her," she chided as she hurried forward.

"What? Get off her? The hell I will. Crazy woman tried to kill me."

"You're killing her," she pointed out. "A man your size sitting on her. I doubt she can breathe."

Frank glared at her then shoved the butt of the shotgun down so he could  get up. He kept his free hand square in the middle of the girl's back  while he rose. "Don't you be getting any ideas, girly. I have no  compunction about filling your hide full of buckshot."

Marlene rolled her eyes then shoved her husband aside.

"Don't get too close to her, Marlene, damn it," Frank protested. He  tried to get between her and the girl, but Marlene stepped around him.

"You can get up now," Marlene said pointedly. "But I'd do so slowly if I were you. Frank is just dying to use that shotgun."

The girl slowly turned over and she quickly masked the fear in her eyes.  Replacing it was sullen defiance. She was pretty enough, but skinny as a  rail. She had enough shadows under her eyes for Marlene to realize she  hadn't slept in probably as long as she'd gone without eating.

Her clothes, if you could call them that, hung off her, and her hair was probably pretty under all the pink dye.

Her heart went out to this girl. It was obvious she wasn't some hardened  criminal. Of course Frank would laugh at her and say that she was way  too softhearted for her own good. Her boys would growl and say that she  took in too many strays, and she did, but usually they were of the  animal variety.

"Are you hungry?" Marlene asked.

The girl's eyes narrowed. "No, I was breaking into your fridge for some ice."

Marlene nearly laughed at her bravado. "No need to get snotty with me,  missy. I can assure you that in my years as a teacher I've faced bigger  and badder than you, and if you don't mind me saying, there isn't much  of you to be intimidating so much as a flea."

The girl scowled at her, but Marlene remained firm, hands on her hips as she stared her back down.

"Now, we can do this two ways. You can sit down like you have some  manners while I fix you something to eat, or we can call the sheriff and  you can spend the night in jail. Completely up to you."

The flicker of hope in the girl's eyes nearly broke Marlene's heart.  Then she cast a cautious glance at Frank, who stood a few feet away, his  expression belligerent.

"Don't pay him any mind," Marlene said in exasperation. "His bark is way  worse than his bite. Now, do you want something to eat or not?"

Slowly she nodded.

"That's settled then. Sit down at the bar while I figure out what kind  of leftovers we have. And Frank, you quit scaring the life out of her.  She won't be able to swallow for you scowling at her that way."

Frank sighed but put the gun down and attempted to drop the frown. It  would be difficult, because all her men did love to scowl when they were  put out. One thing the boys got from their father for sure.

The girl maneuvered onto one of the bar stools, her gaze never leaving  Marlene and Frank. She looked as though she'd take flight at the least  provocation.

"Now, what's your name?" Marlene asked as she went to the fridge.

"Rusty," she said in a voice that Marlene had to strain to understand.

"How the hell did you get past my security system?" Frank demanded. "My boys installed it three months ago."

Rusty gave him a triumphant smirk. "It was easy."

"Well goddamn," Frank muttered. "That's a fine waste of money."

Rusty shook her head. "Not for most intruders. I just happen to know my way around electronics is all."

"And why were you intruding here?" Frank demanded suspiciously.

Rusty shifted uncomfortably and looked away. "I was hungry," she  muttered. "Looked as though you could afford it if I took a little."

"I'll have you know I've worked damn hard for everything I've got." He  shook a finger in her direction. "That's the problem with today's  youth-"

"Frank, please. Don't get started," Marlene interjected. "You'll give her indigestion."

She pulled out several containers and plunked them on the table.

"Do you want something too, dear?"                       
       
           



       

He just glared at her in response.

Marlene turned her attention to Rusty as she threw together sandwiches. "Do you have a place to stay, Rusty?"

Rusty froze, and fear returned to her eyes. "Yeah, of course I do. I'm not homeless or anything."

"You just don't have food at this place to stay?" Marlene asked gently.

Rusty's lips came together in a firm line. Marlene put two sandwiches in  front of her and then reached up into the cabinet for a glass.