Part 24 (1/2)

He loved her, and when you loved somebody, you owed them everything.

Carlita understood that, but Renee never would.

”Jacob?” She was across the room now, probably near the window. Or the bed.

He raised himself onto his hands and knees. He heard the swick swick of fabric as she parted the curtains, and a sword of light appeared at the base of the closet door. How long had he been here? Days? of fabric as she parted the curtains, and a sword of light appeared at the base of the closet door. How long had he been here? Days?

No. The blood would have dried. He hadn't forgotten anything. This wasn't a fugue state.

He was... confused, that was all.

That silly Joshua stuff was the kind of thing a scared kid would dream up. He was a grown man, his own own man. He called softly through the door. ”Carlita?” man. He called softly through the door. ”Carlita?”

The sword of light was broken by her shadow. ”Jacob? Are you in there? Are you okay?”

”Yes. Joshua locked me in here. Let me out.”

”There's blood everywhere.”

How many times had he hit Joshua? He couldn't remember. Obviously not enough, or Joshua's body would be lying in the room.

The door handle turned then the door rattled in its frame. ”It's locked.”

Jacob stood the cane in the corner. No need for her to see it, or the blood that spattered the eagle head of the handle. She wouldn't understand. They never did.

He raised himself on his knees and fumbled for the eye-hook he'd installed as a teenager, so he'd have a place to hide from his family when the barn was too cold. n.o.body ever expected a closet to be locked from the inside. Joshua had found out, though, and had installed a latch on the outside outside, too.

”The door swings both ways,” Joshua had said. ”You can lock me out, but I can also lock you in.”

Jacob pushed the metal latch up and it fell against wood. As the door opened and the sudden daylight blinded him, he stared up at the figure before him. Blinking, he said, ”I did it for you.”

”What, Jake? What did you do do?”

Not her. It was the other one.

Renee.

Blood dotted the floor like the footprints of a rabid animal. The sunlight made crazy rainbow diamonds on the window gla.s.s. The sky was a mirror, the sky was a mirror, the sky was a mirror.

”I did it for us,” he said.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

”What's going on, Jake?” Renee asked, patting Jacob's shoulder. Her husband was wild-eyed and pale, on his knees, clothes wrinkled. Why had he locked himself in the closet?

”It's Joshua,” Jacob said. ”He's the one who burned the house down. He's the one who killed Mattie.”

She tried to comprehend the words but couldn't. Mattie died in an accident. Even Davidson had said so. If you repeated the story often enough, it became true.

She looked around the room, saw the twin beds, their blankets tangled. One of the sheets was stained with rust-brown circles.

She drew back, but he reached and grabbed her hands and looked up at her, a bizarre mockery of the moment when he'd asked for her hand in marriage. ”He took the insurance money,” Jacob said. ”He said Dad cheated him out of his inheritance.”

”Jacob, we'd better get you to a doctor.”

”We have to find him, or he'll tell.”

The trail of blood spots that led out of the room and downstairs. Jacob didn't appear to be wounded. ”No. We can call the police on your cell phone. If your brother's hurt, we can get help for him.”

Lord, Jakie, what did you do to him? Are you so obsessed with Carlita that you'll a.s.sault your own brother?

She needed time to figure things out. If Jacob was in trouble, they'd get through it together, just like they always had. She pulled Jacob to his feet.

”Come on,” she said. ”Are you hurt?”

”No.” He looked past her through the window, and she turned to see the afternoon sun bathing the family cemetery and the barn beyond that. ”The camp. That's where he went.”

”Did you hurt him?”

”We should call the police.”

”No police. We'll take care of it ourselves, the way we always have.” She took his hand and led him into the hallway, listening for footsteps. If Joshua was in the house, he would have heard her calling. Unless he was unconscious. Or dead.

Her hand went cold at the thought that she might be touching a murderer.

No. This was no murderer. This was her husband.

Wasn't it? Because this was the real world and Jacob loved only her. Sure, they'd had their tragedies, but everyone did. It came with the territory of breathing. Things would make sense once they got away from this place. She wondered if Joshua had insured the Wells home and how briskly it might burn with all that woodwork.

As they descended the stairs, Jacob said, ”He would have killed her.”

”Killed who?”

”Mother. That's just the way he is.”

”She died in an accident, Jacob,” she said, then realized this was where it happened. She had slipped on the stairs and tumbled down, her brittle bones clattering against the railing. A broken neck. n.o.body's fault.

”Yeah,” Jacob said, though his eyes gazed down the flight of stairs as if the body were still sprawled there. ”That's just what Joshua said. An accident.”

When they reached the landing, she told Jacob to wait for her in the truck.

”What are you going to do?”

”I'm going to look for Joshua.”

”I told you, he's gone to the camp.”