Chapter 5
"That reporter called again for you. I told him this isnt the best time, but hes being awfully persistent. He left his cell phone number."
Jim sighed and looked at his office manager Susan, a college student who was studying to be a teacher. "Ugh, I hate interviews. Still though, I suppose the publicity would be good for the school. You did call the magazine and make sure he really writes for them?" Jim had one experience in the past with a tabloid reporter that he did not care to repeat. As he learned from his adopted father, the price of being wealthy came with a certain loss of privacy at times.
"Oh yes," she assured him.
"Well, in that case, I guess I might as well call the guy. At least it will get him off your back."
"Hey, I can keep playing phone tag with himits no big deal," Susan smiled at her boss. She really liked working for himhe was fair, he never minded when she had to take off for school projects and he trusted her to do her job without micromanaging her. Too bad hes married, she thought to herself, not for the first time.
"No, no Ill call him. Itll take my mind off things, actually." Susan knew about Kyleeveryone who worked at the school did. Without going into personal details, Jim had warned all of them to be on the lookout for anybody who didnt belong. Jim only told Regan, who was in charge of the school stables and gave riding lessons to the students, the whole story. Regan had been extremely upsetin fact, Jim couldnt remember ever seeing him that angry. Kyle wouldnt know what hit him if he tangled with Bill Regan!
"Youre the boss," she smiled, handing him the slip of paper, returning to her desk.
Jim glanced at his watchhe had 30 minutes before he had to meet with Regan to discuss a few students. Might as well get this over with, he thought, going into his office and shutting the door.
* * *
"If I ask you something, do you promise not to get mad at me?" Honey asked.
"Yesssss," Trixie said slowly; curious.
Honey braced herself. "I need to do a follow-up interview with Mr. McCallister, hes too busy to leave the office right now so I said Id come over there, and I want you to ask Dan to come over here so youre not all alone in the office," she spoke in a rush without taking a breath.
Trixies first impulse was to be annoyed, but the look on Honeys face was so much like a child whos just made a confession that she just knows is going to get her into a heap of trouble, that she laughed instead. "When do you need to be there?" she said, spreading her hands in an oh-what-the-hell-my-life-is-one-big-joke gesture. She already knew that everyone wished shed just stay home until all this blew over. She also knew that would be completely unbearable.
Honey smiled. "Dont think I dont know how hard this is for you."
Trixie nodded. "It is hard, but not for the reasons youre thinking. The hardest thing has been knowing that the people I care about are worried and upset". Honey started to protest and Trixie cut her off. "Youre my best friend, so I know what youre going to say. And believe me, I appreciate it. I do."
"Im glad. Im also glad that you dont see our concern as proclamation that you cant take care of yourself," Honey admitted.
Trixie suddenly grinned. "Gee, I wonder what could have ever given you that idea?" The two women laughed, remembering what an issue that used to be with her, how admonishments and safety warnings used to fire her temper like nothing else. "God, it used to make me sooooo mad when Jim would warn me to be careful. I never could believe then that he wasnt trying to make me feel like a helpless female."
"And now ?"
"Grown up since then." Trixie was delighted to take part in any conversation that didnt involve Kyle Dalton.
"Still though, Jim was a bit over the top sometimes when we were younger. When I first saw Emma at the movies with Diana, we were both totally reminded of Jim in all the Mr. Knightly scenes. We couldnt stop laughing about it afterwards." Honey smiled in remembrance. "Badly done Emma! Very badly done!"
"Oh you are so mean!" Trixie gasped, trying not to laugh, but it was impossible. "He never said THAT to me. And anyway, I saw that movie too. And Mr. Knightly tells Emma at the end of the movie that hes sorry he lectured her so much, remember?" And then he asks her to marry him and he looks so sweet when she says that hes her Mr. Knightly
As if reading her mind, Honey sighed. "Oh yes. Jeremy Northam was so fine."
Trixie laughed at her lovestruck expression. "I hope Brian doesnt know you have lust in your heart for another!"
Honey sniffed. "Hmph! Celebrity crushes dont count. Besides, you cant tell me that Brian really wanted to see Mask of Zorro three times because the script was so well written!" She glanced at her watch. "Yikes! I need to leave in 15 minutes. Do you think Dan will be able to come on such short notice, or should I re-schedule?"
"You were all worried about asking me for no reasonDan said he was stopping by at 3:00 anyway." Trixie smirked at her partner mischievously, ducking when she threw a paperclip at her.
"Skank!" Honey growled
Honey was spared her follow up insult by the ringing of Trixies cell phone. "Hello?
"Its me."
Honey wondered if Trixie had any idea how soft and dreamy her face could get. She discreetly went into the kitchenette on the pretense of getting something to drink.
"Hi me."
"Hows it going today?"
"Good. Nothing from our favorite creepazoid." Not yet, anyway.
"Good."
"Its been almost 2 weeks. Maybe hell just get tired of it and go away."
"Nothing would make me happier, beautiful."
Trixie sighed. "I think we both know thats not going to happen."
Jim sighed back. "I suppose not. Hey, remember that reporter Ive been telling you about? Well, I finally decided to meet with this guy and get it over with, which puts me pretty near your office. How about a hot date tonight, baby?!"
"Ooooh, I dont know how my husband would feel about that!"
"Brat."
"What time will you be finished?"
"Im meeting him at 4:00, and hes getting 1 hourthats all I can stand."
Trixie laughedshe knew how much Jim hated this sort of thing. "I cant wait."
"Me either. Well, I have to run or Reganll never let me hear the end of it. See you laterI love you."
"I love you too. Bye." Trixie folded up her phone, feeling warm and happy.
"Trix? I see Dan heading this way, so Im taking off. Ill see you tomorrow," Honey called from the front.
"Kay," Trixie called back. She heard them exchange greetings and called to let Dan know she was in the back room.
"Whats with you?" Dan asked, lifting his hand in greeting and plopping down in Honeys vacated chair.
"What do you mean?" Trixie asked, puzzled.
"Youve got a Cheshire cat thing going on."
Trixie blushed slightly; wishing for the umpteeth time that she had a better poker face. Then she shruggednext to Honey, Dan was her best friend. Why should she care if he caught her grinning like a fool? "I have a hot date lined up for tonight," she said breezily, smiling wider.
"Does Jim know?" Dan shot back, his voice amused.
"I dont have to tell him every little thing!"
"Dont tell me, let me guess. Youve finally succumbed to Captain Molinsons charms."
"Another secret bites the dust. Cant a girl have a little mystery?" Trixie joked. Then she told him about Jims phone call.
Dan nodded, then confessed, "I too have a hot date tonight. This town will never be the same!"
"Holly?"
Dan shook his head. "Ah Trix, keep up, will ya? The charming Nicole has graciously agreed to accompany yours truly to dinner."
"Ohhhhh, your partners cousin. Now I remember you mentioning her. But what happened with Holly? She seemed pretty nice."
"She was. Is. We decided we made better friends than " he broke off and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"I just dont get it. Now dont go getting a swelled head, or the wrong idea, but youre such a great person, not to mention one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen in real life. Why cant you meet anyone?"
"What are you talking about? I meet people all the time!" Dan took a brief moment to thank God that he wasnt as prone to blushing as she was.
Trixie kicked him in the foot. "You know what I mean. Im talking about meeting the one."
Dan grinned wolfishly. "Who says I havent?"
"You mean Shana?" Trixie asked before she could stop herself.
Dan jerked, his dark eyes surprised, his smile evaporating. "How did you "
Trixie stopped him. "Dan, Im sorry. I shouldnt have said that. Me and my big mouth."
"But how did you know about her?" Dan persisted.
"I dont know about her. Its just when you came over to watch movies with me and Jim the other night and you fell asleep, I was putting a blanket on you and you said her name in your sleep." And you sounded so lost.
Dan was silent as unbidden pictures flashed into his head, a slideshow of ache and sadness.
"Tactful Trixie strikes again, as Mart would say," Trixie said quietly, her blue eyes sorry.
"No, dont its okay. I think Id like to tell you about her, if you dont mind."
"Oh Dan, of course I dont mind."
He stared down at his hands for a moment. "She lived on the streets too. A few times we crashed in the same place and just started talking. She had split from a foster home, her mom had recently died I guess we just related. We became each others sleep guard."
"Sleep guard?"
Dan looked at her, decided she could handle it. She wasnt a kid anymore. "When you sleep in the streets, anything can happen. Youre open preyits one of the main reasons I ended up joining the gang in the first place. Someone could steal your money, take your shoes, do stuff to you." He broke off, wondering if hed said too much.
"Did anyone ever do stuff to you?" Trixie was clearly upset.
"No, no. Thank god. But it was something I had to worry about. Anyway, after I joined the gang, I couldnt see her as often, but I knew where she hung out and Id check up on her from time to time. It had to be secretthe gang didnt take kindly to outside interests." Dan let out a short bitter laugh. "One day, I looked in all the usual places, but nothing. I talked to a few people and finally tracked her down to this homeless encampment." Dark emotions played across his face and a lump unexpectedly formed in his throat. Almost against his will he could see a small determined face, dark expressive eyes framed by sweeping brows, an uplifted chin. His friends never knew the real reason he walked out of Alien Resurrection; the 40-foot high image of Winona Ryder temporarily destroying him
"Dan, you dont have to say anything more "
Dan took a deep breath. "Are you saying that because you dont want to hear more? Because Im cool with that."
Trixie shook her head. "Im saying it because if this is too hard for you, I dont want you to feel like you have to finish." She smiled a little. "Ive grown upI wont die if I dont find out all there is to know!"
Dan smiled back at her. "Dont grow up too much, Trix!" He welcomed the opportunity to get his emotions under control. "I tracked her down to this encampment," he repeated, his voice steady again. "This guy, I cant even remember his name, points to the dumpster, says he saw her go back there." He felt his stomach clench; so much for being in control. "I she she was lying on the ground, it was like she had just crawled back there like a wounded dog. She was really hurt, nothing could be done "
Trixie gasped. "My God, why didnt anybody help her? Didnt anybody see anything?"
"Even if they did, these werent people who would get involved. Survival is a very selfish thing." Dan stopped, his face pale, remembering a young voice whispering his name "She died," he finished simply. What else could he say?
"Oh Dan, I am so, so sorry." Trixies eyes filled with tears as she took his hand. As much as she wanted to throw her arms around him she instinctively knew that would be too much for him at the moment. She contented herself with a heartfelt squeeze of her fingers.
"She wanted to be a writershe was always writing stuff down in this notebook she carried around. I looked for it, but " Dan shook his head.
"So awful; such a waste "
"I shouldnt have laid this on you."
"Dont say that, Dan; you can tell me anything. What are friends for? Ive burdened you with my woes plenty of times!" Trixie smiled, remembering a few conversations that managed to last all night long. Then she added, "When all is said and done, its the people you can call at 2:00 in the morning that matter the most."
Dan suddenly grinned. "I never minded that either." He found to his amazement that his heart actually felt lighter. Maybe there was something to this revealing secrets business after all. It depends on who you share it with, he decided.
"Its too bad you couldnt find her notebook."
"I do have a poem she wrote. Want to read it?"
Trixie nodded and Dan removed his wallet, carefully pulling out a worn piece of folded paper. He handed it to Trixie, who unfolded it gently.
I outgrew childhood once,
served the full sentence
of innocence myself,
Grew scales and calluses
to cover all but the
underparts of memory,
a rotting tree trunk
with green vines growing
through its old knot holes
Like flowers through the
sockets of a skull.
Dan, in more than sleep
Recurrent dreams come true:
I live it all awake with you.
"Wow thats thats " Trixies hand was shaking slightly as she handed the poem back, words completely failing her. I wonder if thats why Dans become a serial monogamist?
"Yeah, pretty good, isnt it?" was all Dan said.
"I wish " Trixie stopped, bit her lip, stayed silent. How could she tell him that she wished that he didnt have that time in the city? How naïve and corny was that?
Dan looked at her and knew what she was thinking, loved her for it. "Thanks," he said simply. "Youre a good friend. If Id had more people like you in my life back then, I probably wouldnt have " he shrugged, his lips twisting in a bitter smile. "Then again, who knows? I could be a real jackass in those days."
"No!"
Dan laughed. "Oh, I know its hard to believe, a charming guy like me!" They sat in companionable silence for a moment. Then he said thoughtfully, "This may sound weird, especially considering what I just told you, but Im starting to realize that as awful as that time was, and as much as Ive tried to forget, its God how can I explain itits kind of made me the person I am today. I couldnt help her then, but I can help people now."
"I hope you dont...I mean, you dont think its your fault, do you?" Trixie had to ask.
Dan steepled his fingers. "I did for a long time. I had all kinds of thoughts like, maybe if Id been around it wouldnt have happened." He shook his head. "We were both just a couple of kids. Its a big mistake to think you have that much control over what happens in life."
"Dont get me started on control!" They both laughed.
Dan was about to comment when the phone rang, startling them both. Trixie took a deep breath and answered it. "Belden-Wheeler Detective Agency, may I " When she heard the familiar voice she looked at Dan, who hit the record button, activating the equipment.
"Youve been such a big help alreadyI want you to suffer, suffer, suffer." Kyles voice was rough and low. Trixies breath caught when she realized that this time he wasnt hanging up.
"Kyle, what do you want?" Dan straightened as he realized he was staying on the line, his body tense and alert.
Laughter, vile. "You know what I want."
Trixie made her voice deliberately calm and cold. "No, I really dont. Why dont you tell me?"
"You ruined my life. I want to ruin yours. Its very simple."
The phone went dead with an abrupt click. "I dont know if that was long enough," Dan said, anticipating Trixies question.
She sighed. "Well just have to waitif theres anything to be traced, Coopll let us know. What is Kyle hoping to accomplish? If he knows Im here, why doesnt he just come over and start something?" It had been puzzling her ever since this mess beganwas he just trying to drive her crazy, or did he really mean to make physical contact with her? She knew she had to prepare for the latter, although she flat out refused to stop coming to work or living her normal life. If you can call my life normal!
"These calls are getting uglier. Are you sure you dont want to reconsider "
"Dan, no. I refuse to live my life that awayIm not running away and Im not hiding. Thats what he wants." Trixie shook her head, her expression suddenly hardening in a way Dan had never seen before. "Im not some stupid little college sophomore anymore either. Ive had some good self-defense training since then." She noticed Dan watching her, the concern evident in his dark eyes. "Besides, Ive got some good people watching my back," she added, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards.
"Well now, thats true!" Dan was glad to see her more normal expression.
"And Jims been begging me to be careful for so many years that you know what? I am careful!" Trixie spaced the words for effect, her eyes suddenly sparkling. For some reason this struck both of them and they began laughing hysterically, doubling over.
"Are, are, are you now?" Dan gasped, banging the desk, his dark hair falling into his face.
"Ssssure! Nnnothing ever happens to me; my life is so darn calm and quiet," Trixie stuttered, holding her stomach and rocking back and forth. She had been under so much tension the last few weeksit felt good to blow off a little steam. Who did this Kyle think he was anyway? Enclosed in the protective circle provided by Jim, Dan, Honey and CoopTrixie suddenly felt almost invincible. "Ya know what? This guys really getting on my nerves. Id like to make him suffer, suffer, suffer!" Trixie said, smacking the flat of her hand on the desk.
"Good for you!" Dan grinned, enjoying seeing the old Trixie. "And if anyone knows how to make someone suffer, its you. And you wanna know why? Cause youre good enough, youre smart enough and "
"Doggonit! People like me!" she finished, laughing. She took a deep breath, let it out. "Whew! That felt good. I feel like my sense of humor has been completely wrecked ever since this nutball came back into my life."
"Oh, so now Im a nutball, eh?"
Dan and Trixie turned, startled. They had been so involved in their hilarity they hadnt heard anyone come in.
"Glad to see youre so alert and prepared for danger, kiddo," John Simms, Trixies former boss from her FBI days continued, half-serious, his eyes merry.
"Johnny! What are you doing here? Arent you supposed to be taking it easy?" Trixie cried, coming around the desk and giving him a hug. Hed had surgery only a few months before.
"Theres only so much taking it easy I can stand. I wanted to come down here and check up on things myself after Johnson filled me in," he replied.
"Who?" Trixie asked saucily. John never called Frank Johnson "Coop" like everyone else did.
John just gave her a look; he had little tolerance for nicknames. Trixie was the only one who dared to call him Johnny. For some reason, it didnt bother him when she said it. He shook Dans hand, remembering him from Trixies goodbye party. "I see shes recruited you into this mess too?"
"Believe it or not, I volunteered," Dan replied. "I always was a glutton for punishment."
John suddenly looked serious. "Im awfully sorry this is happening. That damned parole officer should have contacted you, warned you Dalton was being released, allowed you to prepare." He looked at Trixie, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, that would have been helpful. Maybe then I wouldnt have been so freaked out by that first message."
"Let me hear the tape; I want to hear for myself what this gonad has been saying," John replied gruffly, the vulnerable look on Trixies face suddenly filling him with anger. He could never repay her for the role she played in saving his sons life; if she and her partner hadnt been there, it could have ended very badly. Trixies current situation was unbearable to him. He sat on the corner of the desk, waiting.
"Theyve all been pretty shortnothing even remotely traceable so far. Well, except for the one that just happened." Trixie popped in the cassette and hit play. The three of them listened to the litany of hate-- you ruined my life, Ill make you pay, youll be so sorry before Im through
"Hmmm. You know, its pretty strange..." John stood up and paced in front of the desk, his brows knit in concentration.
"Well, yah-huh!" Trixie said, widening her eyes at her former boss.
"No, no. I mean he doesnt make any specific threats. Usually these kinds of calls are very detailed."
"In what way?" Dan asked.
"Specifics. Im going to kill you, Im going to cut your throat, that kind of thing."
Trixie was nodding. "Youre right. I hadnt thought of it. All of his messages seem to center around one theme, but hes never said what hes going to do to me " she broke off, a strange look coming over her face. She suddenly thought of another threatening phone message, one left for John that she and Coop listened to only a few months earlier
I want you to suffer, like Ive suffered. No, I wont kill you. Ill just kill Jack. I think thats fair, dont you? I have no life so why should he? And youll be responsible again. Youll have to live with it. I want you to live a long, long time; knowing everyday that your son is dead because of you
"Oh oh God." Trixies voice was barely a whisper as everything suddenly came together in a rush, her heart freezing in her chest. All those calls really were randomKyle didnt care if I was here to answer them or not. Im not the one hes been watching all this time. Suffer, suffer, suffer I finally decided to meet with this guy and get it over with
"What is it?" Dan and John spoke at the same time. She looked at the Special Agent and their eyes locked as he suddenly nodded, his eyes bleak as he comprehended her expression.
"Trixie, what is it? Whats wrong?" Dan was practically shouting, the silent communication between them filling him with an unknown dread.
"He doesnt want hes not after me. Oh God, Ive been so stupid!" She tried to stand and sank back down, her legs trembling. "Oh Dan, dont you see? He wants me to suffer, he wants to ruin my life "
Dans face darkened with comprehension. "Holy sh " The phone cut him off with its abrupt ring. Trixie answered it shakily, putting it on speaker when she heard who it was.
"Hey its Coop. We traced the call. Youre not going to believe this. The call came from a cell phone, and the area puts it right near your own house, not your office at all. What the hell can this mean?"
Trixie started to cry. "Ill tell you what it means. Kyle never intended on doing anything physical to me." Her voice was terrible and certain. "He wants to kill Jim."
To be continued
Miscellaneous notes from the author: Thank you, Koribeth, for the word "creepazoid"! J
The poem quoted is To My Son, Approaching 11 by Linda Pastan and is mischievously reprinted without any permission whatsoever! I hope some lawyer type doesnt make me suffer, suffer, suffer! In my own defense, I was going to write my own, but this one just seemed so perfect I couldnt resist. Id like to thank everyone who has posted comments; you have no idea how encouraging they are. God Bless Us, Everyone!