Red Rain: Lightning Strikes: Red Rain Series #2 (2 page)

He saw the television’s glow and could probably hear the low murmur it still made. If he saw those things then he knew she was waiting up, and out of everything that happened today, perhaps that was the worst for Alan. Everything at work was part of the mission—but her waiting up meant problems not involved with the mission.
His
mission.

He entered the doorway and Marie’s heart broke as she laid eyes on him. He didn’t see what she did, wouldn’t even if she pointed it out in a mirror. Weariness dripped off his face the same as wax from a candle. Maybe the TV’s lighting caused it, or more probably, the hours he worked, but the lines across his forehead looked deeper.

“Hey,” he said, still standing at the doorway.

“Hey,” Marie said. She patted his side of the bed. “Come sit down.”

He walked over and lay down, his legs halfway off and his head not quite reaching the pillow.

“Hungry?” she said.

Alan shook his head. “I’m sure you’re not waiting up to feed me.”

“No, I’m not, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

Alan swallowed before speaking. “So why are you up?”

“I’m not going to give you any speeches, Alan.”

“You rarely do. Maybe that’s the worst part. No speeches means I can do whatever I want, huh?” he said.

“Up to a point.”

“Have we reached that point yet?”

She looked at him as he stared up at the ceiling. Had they? The point where she said enough was enough—and would she tell him something like that right now, given this mission he created for himself?

“No,” she said. “We haven’t. But we will, soon. I’m not going to give you a speech, but what I’m going to say is non-negotiable. You can either agree to it or not. I’ll love you forever, no matter what, but I can’t stay with you if you don’t agree.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. “What is it?”

“When you finish this case, I want you to quit. The police department.”

He didn’t open his eyes, but he did smile—the grin he always wore when he thought she wasn’t making sense. “And do what? What other skills do I have?”

“You can work for any private firm in America, especially given your time in the military. You’ll find work, but this isn’t a debate.”

He was silent for a long time, neither of them touching. He finally spoke. “Okay. After this one.”

* * *

D
ays had passed
since Alicia watched her brother commit adultery.

She could barely stomach it; certainly time wasn’t making it any easier. John had been calling the past few days, but she didn’t answer. Rather, she sent him to voicemail, unable to listen to anything he had to say.

Until today.

Alicia decided she couldn’t go on living like this, knowing what she knew and avoiding her brother. She had to put it out in the open and he needed to answer for himself. Perhaps she would answer some things as well, why—for instance—she followed him. Alicia could handle those questions though, especially if it meant she understood what she saw the other night.

What everyone had been experiencing the past couple weeks.

She didn’t bother hiding in her car this time, but rather parked in his work’s garage, got out, and walked to his car. She leaned against the driver’s side door and waited.

“What are you doing?” John said, walking up from behind her.

She turned around, her eyes glancing behind him to make sure no one else was going to their car. She was angry, disgusted, but wouldn’t cause a scene that might impact his work.

“Waiting on you.”

“Did your phone break or something? I’ve called like a hundred times. You could have just called rather than showing up.” He placed his bag down next to the car, standing on the rear driver’s side.

The seedling of anger Alicia planted when she first saw him pull into that nice neighborhood now threatened to shoot up to a full grown forest in a single second. She wanted to slap him, hard, across the face—leaving a red welt.

“So why did you come?” he said, both still staring at each other.

“I saw you the other night, John.”

His eyes didn’t flicker or dart away, but the moment she finished her sentence she knew that
he
knew what she meant. No signs, nothing that anyone observing could point to, but Alicia knew her brother—knew his soul, and he had never been good at hiding things. The alcoholism (
he wasn’t drunk that night, Alicia, don’t you remember?
) stood as a perfect example. The family found out in John’s twenties—many alcoholics kept the ruse of sobriety up for decades.

“Where?” he said.

“In Denton. That neighborhood you went to.”

“You followed me?”

She nodded.

“Why?” He didn’t look bewildered at the thought of her act, only angry.

“Because I wanted to know what was going on with you, why the whole family is worried. You missed Mom’s goddamn anniversary, John.”

“Get in the car,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m not talking about this out here. Get in the car.”

Alicia turned and looked through the driver’s window. “How long are we going to be?”

“Does it matter? Did you care how long it took you to follow me the other night? Or did you tell Mark you were working late?”

She looked back at him, fire in her eyes as well as her heart. “I did it for you. I didn’t realize you were fucking someone and that’s why you’re acting so different.”

John picked his bag up and moved past her, brushing her roughly with his shoulder. “Get in the car.”

Fire in her heart … but was fear in her belly as well? Did she feel scared of John right now? Had he ever spoken to her like this before? She watched as he opened the door and put his bag in, realizing that if she wanted to continue the conversation she would have to get in the car.

Alicia turned and walked to the passenger’s side.

* * *

J
ohn watched
Harry climb into the backseat just as Alicia opened her door.

“She only thinks I’m having an affair,” John said, his eyes finding Harry in the rearview.

“Is that right? I haven’t read the news today, but what are the odds they start talking about old Larry from Marketing’s murder?”

Alicia shut the door and John started the car. He backed out of his parking spot and drove through the deck in silence.

“Where are we going?” his sister said.

“So, John, what are the odds, would you say?” Harry spoke from the back.

John didn’t look to him or her, but kept his eyes on the road as he pulled out onto the street.

“John?” Alicia said, her voice harsh yet a strand of worry running through it too.

“You shouldn’t have followed me,” John said.

“Good, good,” Harry said from the back. “Go ahead and set her up to not trust you. Great thinking.”

“I had to understand what was going on. You wouldn’t tell me. You wouldn’t tell Diane. Everyone was scared, and now … I just can’t believe you would do something like this. You’re going to ruin everything. Did you even think about the kids?”

John swallowed and brought his other hand up to the steering wheel, knowing that it would turn into a fist if he let it remain in his lap. “It’s not that,” he said.

“Oh, Christ, what in the hell are you about to tell her? You going to tell her you actually went to the house to murder someone and not lay pipe? That your plan?”

“Then why were you there? Who was it?”

John could barely keep up with the two conversations and his own thoughts jetting through his mind like missiles in the sky. He couldn’t process it all and then come up with a plausible excuse. He simply didn’t have enough time, especially with both banging questions off him like body shots in a boxing match.

“It was someone from work,” he said, still not looking away from the road, knowing that if he did make eye contact with anyone, the story would unravel before it even began.

“I figured that much. Who?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he said.

“Then tell me what the hell is going on. I haven’t told Diane yet, but one of us is going to, John. I can’t live knowing about this and I can’t watch what it’s doing to your family.”

“The person from work, it’s a guy.”

“Oh my God, you’re kidding?” Alicia said.

“Just listen. I’m not gay. It’s not an affair.”

The car came to a red light, John slowing down to a complete stop.

“I go over there a few times a month just to get away.”

“Ha!” Harry shouted from the backseat. “That’s your plan! This is like something out of a romantic comedy! Oh, I bet she buys that, John!”

“To get away?” she said. “What does that even mean?”

“From it all. To get away from Diane, from the kids. We watch movies, eat junk food. He has a few beers. We do guy shit,” he said and finally looked over to her. “I don’t tell Diane because it’ll hurt her. If I didn’t have that outlet, though, I’d go back to drinking.”

Harry looked to her too. “She’s fucking buying it, John. I can’t believe it, but she is. And just when I was about to say you’re going to have to kill her.”

“You swear to me?” Alicia said.

“I swear on everything.”

“On Mom?”

“Oh, dear,” Harry said. “That’s the atomic bomb.”

“Yes, on Mom. There’s nothing going on. You can come over if you want and see for yourself.”

“Keep talking, John. Keep it up. We’re going to have to put her down, too,” Harry said, smiling in the back. John glanced in the rearview and a chill moved down his spine like an ice-born slithering snake.

* * *

“
Y
ou going
to keep following me?” John said as they pulled back into the parking garage.

“No,” Alicia smiled, wiping tears from her eyes with a tissue John gave her from the glovebox. “I’m just happy that nothing is happening. I was so disappointed in you.” She looked to him. “I love you, John, and I’ve always looked up to you.”

John reached over and hugged her, closing his eyes as he did. He breathed in the smell of her hair and tried to hold himself in the moment, not wanting to let a single piece go. He wanted to cling to it forever, because he knew what awaited when he released.

Eventually, though, he did let go and Alicia got out of the car.

He listened as Harry stepped out of the backseat, watched in his mirror as Harry walked around the back of the car, and then got in the passenger’s seat.

Harry closed the door.

“It’s over,” John said. “Everything.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She’s going to find out. There’s no way to keep it from her forever. I already fucked up all those years ago, when I had her come pick me up—if this comes out? The cops coming to my goddamn office? She’ll know soon. It’s over, Harry.”

John stared out his window, eyes watering. Harry looked at him, cocking his head slightly to the left. “Stop being such a pussy. This is far from over. If she finds out, and if she doesn’t want to play along, then there’s more fun to be had there—”

“Shut your damn mouth,” John said, his own voice low and grave.

“No. I won’t. Because you’ve gotten us into this. You and your silly mistakes. Calling her all those years ago. Not keeping a close lookout the other night. Even today, your story was something a high school kid would have made up for his teacher. I’m not going down because you can’t hold it together.”