many different shades of silence there were. This one shimmered around the edges, balanced on the verge of sound, like that suspenseful moment of emptiness in a symphony just before the strings come in at triple pianissimo.
Then everyone spoke at once, a murmur and chatter of sound that blew past her ears like a capricious gust of wind.
In its wake, C.J. said, with what she thought was a touch of belligerence, âLook, itâs the perfect place. Where we live itâs way out in the countryââ
âIt is that,â said Charly dryly. âC.J.âs right. Out there, the only neighbors are friends and family, and they all know one another. Itâd be just about impossible for any stranger to get close enough to Caitlyn to do her harm, and anybody dumb enough to try would have to go through all the brothers and in-laws firstââ she interjected a rich,warm chuckle âânot to mention Momma Betty. Personally, Iâd bet on Betty Starr up against a hit man any day of the week.â
Jake said, thoughtful and somber, âActually, itâs got possibilities. Thereâs no way to connect any of you with Caitlynâ¦.â She could tell by the clarity of his voice that he was looking at her, waiting for her reaction.
âHoney?â Her dadâs voice, cautious and distant. âWhat do you think?â
What did she think? She couldnât think. The silence was all around herâ¦vibrantâ¦waiting. Where was C.J.? Was he watching her? Were they all looking at her, watching for her response? Searching her face for revelations? Unable to see them, she felt exposedâ¦vulnerableâ¦naked. In self-defense, she fought to make her expression unreadable.
âIn case she needs lookinâ after, my sister Jess is a nurse, lives right there with my mother,â C.J. put in, rather like a punctuation markâas if that should settle it.
C.J., whoâd let her down and turned her in to the police and got Mary Kelly killed. Now he expected her to go home with him? Let him and his Southern relatives take care of her?
Caitlynâs head felt as if it might explode. Through the hum of sound inside it, like the conversation of angry bees, she heard a chorus of agreement:
âItâs not a bad ideaâ¦.â
âActually, itâs a great idea.â
âItâd be the ideal placeâ¦.â
âSheâd be protectedâ¦.â
âItâs the perfect solution.â
âWeâd have to get her there without anybody knowing,â Jake said slowly. âAnd I mean anybody. â Caitlyn felt his weight shift as he turned from her to address the others. She heard the rush of a sharply exhaled breath. âGetting her out of this place wonât be easy. Camera crews and news media everywhere youââ
âDo I hear somebody playing my tune?â That was a new voice, light and musical as birdsong.
Someone said, âEve!â and it was echoed around the room in varying tones of surprise and delight, along with cries of âHey, when did you get back?â and âI thought you were in Afghanistan!â
Jakeâs weight was gone from the bed. Caitlyn heard, âHey, Waskowitzâ¦â in a voice deep-throated and husky with intimacy, and after a moment, more softly, âYou just get in?â
âJust,â the newcomer murmured back. âI came as soon as I got your message.â
âHow was your flight? Get any sleep?â
âOkayâ¦not muchâ¦never mindâ¦â
Chafing with impatience, Caitlyn waited, listening to the exchange of mundane and essential information between partners and loversâfor that much was obvious from the first word spoken by the newcomerâreunited after a separation prolonged both in time and distance. She stared fiercely into the nothingness as if she could penetrate it with the sheer effort of her will, and was struggling against a childish
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