Believe: The Complete Channie Series (90 page)

“Old man Ker—Belks is missing.”

“Who’s old man Kerbelks?”

“This ain’t no time for jokes. Nobody’s answering their phones. I had a bad feeling about old man Belks. I knowed Channie’s momma wasn’t gonna take too kindly to y’all running off with the Book of the Dead, but I didn’t expect her to kill the old man.”

“He’s dead?” Josh finally figured out that ‘old man Belks’ must be Channie’s dad.

Kassie gasped then mouthed, “
Who died?”

“His pickup’s in the driveway. The bitch’s Lexus is gone. And the house reeks of black magic.”

“I see.” Diego had mentioned that Hunter was a magician…no…mage. He’d called him a mage. “And you think Channie’s mother killed him?”

“Well, what do you think?”

Josh glanced at Kassie. Her face was pale. She didn’t need to hear this conversation. “I need to call you back.”

Kassie grabbed the phone out of Josh’s hand and put it on speaker. “Hunter, this is Kassie. Josh doesn’t remember anything about you or Channie or her parents. And Channie left with her mother.”

“Shit. Oh…sorry. Pardon my language. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Hunter hung up without another word. Kassie handed Josh his phone. “Hunter may be a lousy boyfriend, but he’s a good friend. You can trust him.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

Josh’s phone rang again. This time it was a normal ring-tone.

“Hey, Dad. What’s up?” Josh cringed at his overly cheerful tone of voice. He left his phone on speaker so Kassie could help him out if Dad asked him something he didn’t know, but should.

“It’s Liz.”

Josh could tell from the broken sound of Dad’s voice that something was horribly wrong. “What happened?”

“Someone attacked her.”

“Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m on my way to the hospital. They said it looks like someone threw acid on her.”

“Which hospital? I’ll meet you there.”

“She’s in intensive care. They won’t let anyone in her room but me. I don’t want to sound rude, but I need to focus on Liz right now. I might need you and Channie to watch Elijah for me this weekend if Marge has to work.”

“Of course.
”
Josh didn’t think it was the right time to tell Dad that Channie was missing. “Whatever you need.”

“I’ll call as soon as I know anything.”

Kassie pulled her phone out of her purse. “I’m texting Mom to let her know I’m spending the night.”

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine.”

“Your stepmother is in the hospital. You can’t remember the past six months of your life, or your
wife
. You are not fine.” She yawned and stretched. “Besides, I’m too tired to drive home.” Kassie rubbed her baby bump. “This little guy is already wearing me out. I can’t imagine how hard it’s going to be once he gets here.”

“You’re keeping the baby?”

“Of course I’m keeping the baby!”

“Sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I’m so tired of everyone telling me I have ‘other options.’” Kassie’s eyes filled with tears. “I thought about adoption, but the first time I felt him kick, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. I
hate
Eric. But I love this baby so much already.”

Josh wrapped his arms around her and pressed her head against his shoulder. He wanted to tell her not to cry. That everything was going to be okay, but that’s not what she needed. “You’re going to be a great mom. And you don’t have to do it all alone. I don’t know anything about babies, but I’m here for you. Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask.”

As
soon as Hunter finished talking with Josh, he texted Ms. Stephanie.
Family emergency. Gotta go.

She called him just as he climbed onto his bike.

“Hunter? What’s wrong?”

“I got a lead on one of my missing brothers. I gotta go check it out.” No way was he telling her about Channie. He needed to get the hell out of the Belks’ driveway before someone called the cops.

“Just call the police.”

“No!” Crap. “I cain’t. He’s in trouble with the law.”

“Does this trouble have anything to do with the young lady you took to dinner last night?”

Hunter thumped his forehead with his fist. How’d she find out about Renee? “No.”

“Do you remember our agreement, Hunter?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hunter cringed. Ms. Stephanie didn’t like him calling her ma’am. It made her feel old. “I didn’t bed the girl. All I did was feed her.”

“And take her to a show?”

“Yeah, that too. Look, I’m sorry, but I really do have to go.”

There was a long pause, then a heavy sigh. “
I’m very disappointed, Hunter. I thought you were enjoying our arrangement.”

“I was. I mean…I am. Can we talk about this when I get back?”

“Good-bye, Hunter. I’m going to miss you.
”

Hunter stared at the blank screen on his phone then shoved it in his pocket. That ‘good-bye’ sounded awful serious. He should’ve been upset, but all he felt was relief.

Traffic between the Belks’ house and his apartment was heavy so it took him a while to get home. He parked his bike in one of the visitor’s spots in front of the office. It wouldn’t take long to grab a fistful of hundreds and a change of clothes. He left his helmet on and took the stairs two at a time.

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he noticed the door to his apartment was slightly ajar.

Hunter pulled as much magic as he could handle out of his power-well and stepped inside. He didn’t detect any foreign energy.

The flat screen television was gone. So was his laptop computer. He wouldn’t miss the computer; he’d rather use his phone for email anyway. But the TV?
Damn
.

“Oh no.” Hunter ran to his room. His closet door was open. His pillowcase was gone. He sat on the edge of his bed and dropped his chin to his chest.

He had a little less than a hundred dollars in his wallet, not enough to buy a plane ticket on such short notice. At least he still had the credit card Ms. Stephanie had given him. He grabbed a backpack, threw in a change of clothes and headed for the airport. He didn’t think things could get any worse—until the pretty lady at the United Airlines ticket counter took out a pair of scissors and cut his shiny, black MasterCard in half.

Josh
had another mini-flashback when he crawled into bed. But it was the same as before. Pain. Flash of light. No lasting memory.

He put his earbuds in and scrolled through his playlists. His breath caught when he found one labeled, “Our songs.” The first few notes of the first song triggered another flashback. He yanked the earbuds out and waited for the pain to fade then tried it again with the second song, and the third. After the fourth, he gave up. If he could remember the flashbacks, it would be worth the pain. But this was pointless. He checked the time on his phone. One thirty.

He felt as if he’d just fallen asleep when stripper music blared out of his phone. He’d forgotten about Hunter. “Hey.”

“Can you come get me?”

“That depends. Where are you?”

“Starbucks. At the Twenty-ninth Street Mall.”

“What are you doing at the mall?” Josh pulled his phone away from his ear long enough to check the time. It was only six thirty-eight.

“I ran out of gas and money. I’m stranded.”

“You drove here? From Vegas?”

“It’s a long story. Are you gonna come get me or not?”

Josh held his phone to his ear with his shoulder and stepped into his jeans. “I’m on my way.”

“You think you’ll be able to recognize me?”

“I don’t know. Will you be wearing something other than a black speedo?”

Hunter laughed.
“I forgot about putting that picture on your phone. But that’s what you get for picking stripper music for my ringtone.”

“Does it bother you?”

Hunter sighed.
“I’m a dancer. A highly skilled, exotic dancer.”

“Same thing.”

Hunter groaned.
“How long’s it gonna take you to get here?”

“About fifteen minutes.”

“Can you bring a gallon of gas with you?”

Josh had no trouble picking Hunter out of the early-morning caffeine junkies. His look screamed “Vegas.” Sun-bleached hair; tanned skin; leather jacket over a super-tight t-shirt with three half-naked men and the words ‘Her Lady’s Pleasure’ screen printed on the front. His artfully ripped and faded jeans looked like they’d been sprayed on. Snakeskin boots and a heavy gold chain around his neck completed the look. But it was the
energy
he felt radiating off the guy that set him apart. It was similar to what he felt around Diego’s sons, but stronger. Much stronger.

Hunter reached for Josh’s hand, but instead of shaking it, he pulled him closer and gripped the back of his neck. “Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll get her back. I promise.”

That was enough to trigger another burst of painful light. At least it wasn’t a flashback. Josh backed away from Hunter and pointed at his chest. “Do you see this?”

“See what?”

Josh glanced at the barista behind the counter and rubbed his chest. “Never mind.”

Hunter held the door open for Josh. “You mean your heart-bond?”

Josh waited for the door to click shut. “You know about it, but you can’t see it?”

“Most mages can’t see someone else’s heart-bond.”

Josh looked around. “Where’s your car?”

Hunter nodded at a green Kawasaki crotch rocket.

Josh’s eyes widened. “That’s yours?”

“I ain’t exactly sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“It was a gift, but the giver’s not too happy with me at the moment.” Hunter scratched the back of his head. “Can we get on the road? I’m pretty dang worried about Channie.”

“You want to go after her? Right now?”

“Her momma’s addicted to dark magic. The whole reason you two ran away from Vegas was to keep the crazy bitch from cutting Channie’s heart out of her chest.”

Josh clutched his own chest. The pain stole his breath, even without the agony of a flashback. He wanted to go. He even knew what direction. East. But what was he supposed to do when they found Channie? And her mother? Josh doubted the crazy woman would give up her daughter without a fight. And there was no way Mom would let him take off on a cross country trip in the middle of the semester. “I can’t leave.”

Josh expected Hunter to throw a fit like Diego or at least argue with him, but all he did was press his lips together and nod.

“That remember-not spell must have been a doozy to make you forget how much you love Channie. I’ll go get her.” Hunter cringed as if he were in pain. “But I’m gonna have to ask for my money back. What’s left of it anyway.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course. It’s back at my dad’s house. Look, I know I should be going with you, but—”

“Naw. It’s okay. I understand.” Hunter sighed, lifting his shoulders so high they almost touched his ears. He dropped them as he exhaled then shook his head. “I just hope Channie does.”