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Authors: Rowan Speedwell

Finding Zach (24 page)

“Zach, a lesson,” David said soberly. “When you’re feeding someone a line of bullshit, less is more. Don’t over-explain.”

“It’s not…!” Zach protested.

“Right.” David glanced at Mike, who only rolled his eyes and grinned back at him.

 

 

T
HE
coffee shop was fairly busy for a Sunday morning, but Brian was able to find a booth in a quiet corner. For some reason, his contact had insisted on meeting him at the ungodly hour of ten-thirty, and between Brian’s late night and the drive from the Springs to Denver, he hadn’t been to bed yet. It was his own damn fault, of course; he really hadn’t intended on staying out so late, but there had been that hot blond he’d been working on all evening, and when the guy had invited him back to his hotel room… well, it had been all Brian could do to get out of there in enough time to get back to his apartment to shower and change out of his club clothes into something more respectable. He hoped this contact would be worth it. The last few weeks on this new assignment had been frustrating as hell; he
knew
there was more to be said on the story, but he’d run into continual roadblocks.

A young guy in jeans and a blue linen sports jacket came into the shop and paused in the doorway a moment before spotting Brian. Pushing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses back up on his nose, he picked his way through the crowd to the table. “Brian McCarthy?”

“Right. You’re Jeff?”

“Jeff Putnam,” the guy said, and held out a hand. He was mildly attractive in a nerdy sort of way, but looked nervous.

“Have a seat,” Brian said, shaking his hand and giving him his best non-threatening smile. He was an old hand at getting nervous sources to talk. “I was just going to get coffee and something to eat. I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. What’ll you have?”

“Just coffee. Um… Venti Americano, extra milk,” Jeff said, and reached for his wallet. Brian held up a hand as he slid out of the booth.

“My treat,” he said. “Least I could do, what with you coming out on a Sunday morning and all.”

While he was in the line, Brian kept a discreet eye on his source. It would be just his luck, and in keeping with the way this assignment was going, for the guy to freak out and run away while he was waiting for the coffee and scones. But Jeff stayed put, only glancing up from the tabletop when Brian returned.

“They had cranberry scones,” Brian said, “so I thought I’d give ’em a try. Want one?”

“Sure. Thanks.” Jeff took the coffee and scone. “So what did you want to talk about? I have to tell you, I haven’t seen Zach Tyler since high school—before the kidnapping and stuff.”

“That’s okay,” Brian assured him. “This is really more of a human interest story, what with the two-year anniversary of his rescue coming up. The problem for me is that I can’t seem to get a hold of him or the family to talk to; there’s so much security with Tyler Technologies that I can’t get to them directly. And the locals don’t seem inclined to talk. I mean, I can understand them being defensive of the family; they’re major employers in the area, and have contracts with the military, who are the other big employers around here. I don’t blame them at all. But you’re a writer; you know how things are when you can’t get information.” He nodded at Jeff encouragingly. Jeff nodded back. Brian smiled inwardly.
Bait taken and hook set
, he thought.

“No,” he went on, “what I’m looking for is some background, some insight into what Zach was like as a kid, before all that shit happened to him. You know what I mean. You said that you’d been all through school with Zach?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we both went to Foothills Academy. It’s a year-round private school, but it takes more than money to get in. Based on test results, the top thirty kids a year from the kindergartners in the area are invited to attend. Tuition’s on a sliding scale based on the parents’ income, so you have kids like Zach, who are not only smart, but richer than God, and you get kids like me, whose mom raised five kids on her own with a waitress job. Zach paid full price; I didn’t pay anything. But we both got the same education, played on the same teams, took the same classes, and hung out together along with two other guys—Frankie Hernandez and Jesse Wilmot. We were pretty good buds. Were on the soccer team the year we won regionals. That was right before Zach disappeared. Put a damper on the awards banquet that year.”

“So, you were like Zach’s best friend?”

Honesty warred with ego in the guy’s face a moment. Honesty won out. “No, it was the four of us, mostly, plus some of the other guys on the team. We were pretty tight. Zach’s best friend was probably this older kid, Davey. He was the Tylers’ housekeeper’s kid. He went to Foothills, too, but he was probably two or three years ahead of us. He was kind of the kid’s bodyguard and chauffeur, but he earned his way into the academy. As smart as Zach was, I think Davey was probably smarter. Zach was more of a smartass, though.”

“Arrogant?” Brian suggested.

“Oh, no, not that way. He was just—funny. He was always coming up with jokes and stuff. Big on nicknames. For instance, our algebra teacher in third grade was a guy from Norway; had a really heavy accent. Zach called him ‘Fortinbras’ or just ‘Fort’ for short.”

“‘Fortinbras’?” Brian frowned.

“Yeah. From
Hamlet
. The one who comes in at the end after everyone is killed off.”

“Oh, yeah, right. The guy who just conquered Poland or something. Not Hitler, the other one.” Brian shot him a grin.

Jeff laughed. “Yeah, that’s right. Anyway, Zach called him Fort and pretty soon everyone was. He called his parents ‘Dick and Jane’ from the old reading books; the principal’s first name was Kirk, so of course Zach called him ‘Captain’. It was just the way Zach was. But he wasn’t mean about it. He was a nice kid. People liked him, and not just because of his money. ” He sipped the coffee and went on. “That’s probably part of the reason you’re coming up against resistance in Wesley. The town might be just a suburb of Colorado Springs now, but it had its start as a silver-mining town back in the 1800s, when it was thirty miles from there, and it still thinks of itself as its own entity. And the Tylers have been a part of the town for generations. Rich Tyler’s old man started Tyler Technologies back when ‘computer’ meant a guy with a slide rule. People remember that, and they’re protective, you know? And when you got a kid like Zach, that everyone likes, and everyone feels sorry for, then they’re even more so. It’s an ‘us against them’ sorta mentality.”

“Did you have a nickname too?”

“Yeah.” Jeff grinned. “But I’m not sayin’.”

“What was his friend Davey’s?” Brian asked carefully.

Jeff thought a moment. “It was weird… Daffy? No. Taff. That was it. Something about him being Welsh. Most of us called him Davey, but Zach… Zach always called him Taff.”

 

 


D
AD
, you and Mom don’t mind if I skip therapy today, do you? Since Mike’s here, and all?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Richard said carefully. “Are you sure you want to do that? Both sessions? That’s two days in a row, since you were out biking with David yesterday.”

Zach thought a minute, then said, “Yeah… yeah. I think so. I’ll go again tomorrow. I think by this point me taking a weekend break isn’t a big deal. Do you?”

Richard regarded his son and smiled affectionately at him. “No, I think you’re doing okay, Zach. I know your mother and I are pleased with the way you’ve opened up the last couple of weeks. You seem like you’re feeling a lot better.”

“I guess so,” Zach said. He leaned back on the couch next to his father and picked at a thread on his jeans. “I’m getting there, I guess.”

“Still having the nightmares?”

“Yeah,” Zach admitted. “Not as bad as they were. I mean, I can usually get back to sleep after a while, and I usually only have one or two bad ones a night. And I didn’t have one at all last night, that I remember. So I’m getting more sleep. I’m not needing to take a nap in the afternoons like a baby anymore.”

“Well, your mother would say you’re still her baby, but for my part, I’m glad.” Richard tentatively put his arm around Zach’s shoulder. To his surprise, Zach didn’t pull away as he usually did, but settled in the crook of his arm.

“I know it’s been hard on you guys,” Zach said. “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to live with. I know there’s a lot of stuff I can’t talk about yet and might never be able to. But I do love you guys, you know.”

“I know.” Richard squeezed gently.

“It’s just that sometimes I don’t know what you expect, and I don’t know what
I
expect, and it’s kind of scary.” Zach was quiet a moment, then said, “I had a panic attack at Taff’s this morning.”

“Is that how you hurt your nose?”

Zach reached up and felt his nose with his fingers. “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s a bit red and swollen.” Richard grinned. “I’m thinking of calling you Rudolph.”

“Funny,” Zach nudged him with his elbow.

“So what happened? You bump into a wall or something?”

Zach hesitated, then said, “Um, no. Actually… Taff punched me.”

Richard froze. “He did
what
?”

“It’s not his fault, Dad. I was being a real dick to him. I… well, never mind how it all happened, just trust me. I deserved it and then some. I’m just lucky he wasn’t really putting any power behind it.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No! Jesus, no. It was totally my fault. And he felt bad afterwards.”

“David never hit you before,” Richard said. “I mean, even when you were kids.”

“No. But there were plenty of times I deserved it.” Zach grinned at his father.

Richard grinned back. “God, it’s good to have you back,” he said, and kissed Zach’s forehead.

“I’m not there yet,” Zach said ruefully. “But I have my moments.”

“Zach,” Richard said soberly. “You know that whatever you want is okay with your mother and I, don’t you?”

“Me.”

“What?”

“You said ‘with your mother and I’. It’s ‘with your mother and
me
’.”

“I’m a programmer, not a grammarian,” Richard said, “and that’s not the point. My point is that we don’t judge you—we won’t, and we never have. You know that, don’t you?”

“You mean about me being gay,” Zach said. “I know that, Dad. Why bring it up now?”

“Because of David,” Richard said.

“Oh.” Zach tilted his head so it rested against Richard’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you and David, if anything. I don’t need to know. But whatever the two of you want is okay with me and your mom.”

“What if what we want is to take over Tyler Technologies?” Zach grinned.

“Go ahead and try—you’ll be able to wrest control of it from my cold dead hands,” Richard shot back. “Besides, I know neither you nor David is the slightest bit interested in the company.”

“Actually, you’re wrong,” Zach said. “I’m kind of interested. Not enough to actually
work
there, but you know, if you want to occasionally talk about it, or something.” He yelped as Richard dug his fingers into his ribs.

“Are you abusing my son, Richard Tyler?” Jane looked over the back of the couch.

“Only in the most parentally necessary of ways,” Richard said. He grabbed Zach in a headlock and proceeded to rub his knuckles over his son’s head. Then he kissed the top of his head and released him.

“Assault,” Zach grumbled, and scrambled to his feet. “Taff done eating yet?”

“Yes, he’s in helping Annie clear, which would be a good idea for you too,” Jane said sternly. “And Mike’s up packing so he’ll have that out of the way. What are your plans for the afternoon after therapy?”

“Dad says I can skip therapy today,” Zach said. “Since Mike’s here. I thought we’d take the Jeep up around Garden of the Gods. Even with his sister living in Gunnison, he’s never been there and it’s pretty cool.”

“Davey going with you?” Jane asked delicately.

Zach snorted. “No, he’s got stuff to do. He starts school on Tuesday, you know. And I guess teachers have to have their homework done ahead of time. But he’s seen it. I told him we’d be back for supper and he could come by then if he wanted to.” He cocked his head at Jane. “That’s okay, right?”

“Duh,” Jane said, and whacked him gently on the side of the head. He grinned at her.

“And you complain of my abusing him?” Richard said indignantly.

“Yeah, that’s
my
job,” Jane said, and bent to kiss Richard, then Zach. “Why don’t you go help Annie until Mike comes downstairs, love?”

“Sure,” Zach said, and went back into the breakfast room.

Richard reached up and hauled Jane over the back of the couch onto his lap. She submitted with a faint shriek. “You going to tell me what you and Annie were talking about in there?”

“I will, if you tell me what you and Zach were talking about in here,” Jane said.

“Stuff. Guy stuff.”

“Hmph,” Jane said. “Well, we were talking girl stuff, so there. Did he tell you what happened to his nose?”

“Yep. Nothing important. Walked into something. He had a panic attack last night at Annie’s.”

Jane sighed. “I’d hoped he was done with those.”

“Apparently not. Give him time, Jenny. It’s been less than two years, and you know what he said just a week or two ago about still having trouble believing it was all over. You remember what they told us at that hostage clinic: it might be years before he’s put this completely behind him. But he’s so cheerful today, it’s like a miracle.”

“I think he slept with David,” Jane said.

Richard didn’t say anything, just held her.

After a moment, she went on. “I’m scared, Richie. What if they do get involved…?”

“If they’re sleeping together, I’d say they’re involved.”

“But what if they break up? What will that do to Zach? David’s had several serious relationships already, and he’s only twenty-five.”

“Jenny, we can’t play ‘what if’ with Zach’s life. We have to let him manage it on his own.”

“I don’t want him hurt.”

“Neither do I!” Richard dropped his head back on the couch cushion. “Damn it, Jenny, of course I don’t want him hurt again. He’s been through so much already. But you know what the shrink says—Zach’s got to feel free to make his own choices and to learn to take responsibility for his own actions. We can’t protect him any further than we have been.” He sighed. “There have been more requests for interviews lately, what with the anniversary coming up. And practically any time I talk to the press about new product or anything, Zach’s name comes up.”

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