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I ran in the front door of the credit union and Jethro had his gun
trained on the back of the robber in front of Arlene. Jethro told them
to drop their guns but it didn’t happen. The other robber turned and
leveled his gun at Jethro.
Bang.
I took out the second robber with a shot to the head. He crashed
to the floor and his weapon flew out of his hand.
Arlene and the other teller screamed when the gun went off, then
both of them hit the floor to get out of the way.
When his partner crashed down a foot away from him with half his
head missing, the robber in front of Arlene threw his gun to the floor
and put his hands in the air. “Don’t shoot. I give up.”
“Cuff him, Jethro.” I moved closer, kicked the gun away from the
robber while Jethro got cuffs on him. I called Doc Munson to come
from the clinic two blocks away for the dead guy. Our only doctor
was also the medical examiner for our county.
Then I called Daddy across the road in his office and told him
about the attempted robbery. “I’ll be right over, Clover. Everybody
okay?”
“I think so, Daddy. Come now. We’ve got a prisoner.” To Jethro:
“Daddy is on his way over. As soon as he gets here, you and I will
take this mutthead and lock him up.”
Jethro was still shaky and Arlene was crying.
“Everybody okay?” I hollered. “Did any of y’all get hurt? Doctor
Munson is on his way.”
The manager who was watching from the end of the hallway
leading to his office said, “I think you and Jethro got here just in time,
Clover. We’re all okay.”
Daddy came through the door and glanced around at the scene.
One guy cuffed and one dead body with his head blown half off. He
let out a breath. “All under control, I see.”
“We’ve got this, Daddy. Jethro and I will take this guy and book
him, you wait for Doc Munson.”
“Copy that, Clover. Nice work.”
Jethro and I got the robber to his feet and pushed him towards the
door. While we escorted him across the street, I looked around to
see what vehicle they were driving and didn’t see one.
“Wonder how they got here.”
“Maybe they ain’t from out of town,” said Jethro. “They could’ve
walked.”
“Make for a slow getaway,” I said.
Jethro grinned. “Unless they’re fast runners.”
Sheriff’s Office.
I helped Jethro book the robber. His prints were in the system and he
had a record. Had served time in Beckley Prison for armed robbery.
His name was Dwayne Willoughby and his current address was in
the same trailer park north of Hinton where my former almost-
boyfriend, Flint Carver lived. I’d been to that trailer park a couple of
times.
We locked him up and I asked who his partner was.
“None of your business, you cop bitch. Don’t matter now, does it?
You fuckin killed him.”
“It is my business, Dwayne, because we have to notify his next of
kin.”
Dwayne sat on the bunk in his cell with his head in his hands and
never said another word.
We locked up the run and left Dwayne to his own devices. “Jethro,
check the bank parking lot. See if you can come up with a vehicle for
these bozos. Might help us figure out who the dead guy is.”
“Yep, I’ll check on Uncle Cade and Doc Munson while I’m over
there.”
“Make sure your wife is holding together too, Jethro. She just went
through a traumatic experience and she’ll be upset.”
“I’ll ask her if she’s okay.”
I nodded. “I’ll hold the fort until you get back.” I poured myself a
coffee from the pot Daddy had on the warmer and I had time for one
sip before Jethro was back.
“Think this might be it, Clover. Old clunker that I ain’t never seen
before. There were only five other cars in the lot and I know who
they belonged to.”
“Run the tag and see what you get.”
“You do it, Clover. I’m not good at it. Ardal always did all that stuff
for me.”
“You have to learn to do it, Jethro. Sometimes you’ll be here
alone.”
“Don’t wanna be, Clover. I hate working the office alone. Freaks
me out. I told Arlene that too.”
I smiled at my cousin. “What did Arlene say?”
“She said when I hit a stumbling block to call you or Uncle Cade.”
“Exactly. Call for help. No shame in that.”
I ran the tag and the old Chevy belonged to a guy named Vance
Serban. Twenty-four years old. Address in the same trailer park. “He
lives in Hinton Estates too. Same one Carver lives in.”
“The truck driver?” asked Jethro.
“Yeah, him. I went to his trailer once but nothing happened. For
about a week we were supposed to be a couple but no couple stuff
ever happened with him. Then he dumped me. Never could figure
him out.”
“Can’t see guys dumping you, Clover. They must have a fuckin
screw loose.”
“Thanks for that, Jethro. You’re my only fan.”
“Nope. Don’t think so.”
LaFontaine Residence.
Bobo cut the engine and pulled into the dock when they got to
Angelique’s place. The boat was close enough to the dock for Ardal
to jump out easily.
“Thanks, Bobo.” He gave his new cousin a wave. “Y’all have a
great day.”
Bobo backed the boat away from the dock and turned east.
Ardal ran up the grassy slope to Angelique’s new bungalow her
sons had built for her. A better, more substantial house than most
folks in the bayou were privileged to have.
The inside door was open and Ardal called through the screen,
“Angelique, I’m here to work on the poppets.”
Wearing her beautiful smile, she opened the door and hugged
him. “Come in, Ardal. I’ve been expecting you.”
“You knew I was coming?”
“Der are many things you need to know before you live in da
bayou,” said Angelique.
“I have a lot to learn,” said Ardal. “We only scratched the surface
on the doll magick the last time I was here.”
“Sylvan so happy to have a son. He tell everyone in da bayou
about you coming to live wid him.”
Surprised that Sylvan was already spreading the word, Ardal
didn’t say anything about the test not being confirmed as of yet.
Angelique nodded her head and the wooden beads braided into
her waist-length hair rattled musically. “Don you worry about da test.
It be positive. Sylvan your daddy. No doubt about it.”
“You know something I don’t know?”
“Sylvan knows it. Great powerful witch like him don come along
every day. When you came to him, he could feel the power in you
and he been happy, happy since dat day.”
“I didn’t know he felt my power,” said Ardal. “He didn’t mention it
to me. I’m glad he’s pleased we found each other.”
“Come, sit down. Before we start, you and Luc eat some crawfish
pie. You need energy to practice da spells we learn together.”
“Luc is home?”
“Oui. He fish da river and collect from da traps early. Before dawn
he be all done. He sleep for a couple of hours when he get home.”
“Luc is a hard worker,” said Ardal.
“Oui, work is all Luc have right now.”
What happened to Luc that I don’t know about?
After eating more crawfish pie than he should have, Ardal
watched as Angelique cleared the table and brought out a huge
basket of supplies for the making of the poppets.
Ardal made a swirling motion with his arm and white sparks flew
through the trees like a flock of white doves. A murder of crows
watching them from high in a cypress tree flew up into the sky,
piercing the air with ear-splitting cawing.
Thunder crashed up above in a clear blue sky and a bolt of
lightning struck the ground next to Ardal. A circle of fire surrounded
him and the ground smoldered around him in a perfect ring.
“There, I think that’s got it,” he said.
Ember’s black eyes were wide. “You have great power, Ardal. You
be son of da great Sylvan for sure.”
“Thank you, Ember.”
“Der, dat’s done,” said Tarana. “Let’s cool down with a glass of
sweet tea before y’all go home.”
Ardal and Ember followed Tarana inside her small wooden house
and sat down at the kitchen table. The room was spotlessly clean
with everything in its place.
Against the longest wall stood a huge old cupboard—originally
painted blue—most of the paint chipped off and gone. The cupboard
was full of Tarana’s salves and potions. All made from recipes
passed down from her mother—who was a sister to Bobo’s mother.
Ardal had learned that little bit of genealogy from Bobo.
Ardal had seen Tarana in action and she was a formidable witch
herself. For each of her cures, she used only organic materials she
gathered in the swamp. The bayou was a rich source of medicinal
flora found in few other places.
The girls chatted together about topics that interested the two of
them and Ardal felt a little like an intruder. He wondered if he should
leave them and make his way back to Angelique’s house.
Tarana answered that question for him. “You see Ember home,
Ardal. Make sure she’s safe. I have to start supper for Marc. He be
home soon.”
“Sure. I’d be happy to do that.” Ardal smiled at Ember. “Do you
live far from here?”
“Not far.”
“Thanks for the tea,” said Ardal. “Let me know tomorrow if the
thieves bring the tools back.”
Tarana smiled. “Dey will. I’m sure of it.”
“I wish there were security cams to record it happening,” said
Ardal. “I guess that’s not a common thing in the bayou.”
Especially with no electricity.
Ember lived two properties over on the river—each plot of land being
a couple of acres. Her home was close to Sylvan’s property and
when Ardal moved in with his father, Ember would be his neighbor.
That was a pleasant thought and a definite bonus.
As they walked, Ardal asked a few questions to get to know her
better. Ember was a shy girl and she didn’t volunteer much
information.
“Did you grow up here on the river?”
“Oui. Lived here all my life. Never been nowhere else.”
“A calm and peaceful place to live,” said Ardal.
Ember nodded.
“I’ve lived in a lot of places looking for my true home,” said Ardal.
“Do you go to school?”
“No school here. I learn from Tarana and from Madam Angelique.
Dey teach me da ways.”
“Uh huh. When I was growing up I learned a lot from my sister.
She’s two years older than me. I’m eighteen. How old are you?”
“Seventeen, jus past.”
“Did you have a birthday recently?”
“Last week.”
“Happy birthday, Ember.”
“Merci.”
They reached her house and she turned to say goodbye to him.
“Will I see you when you come to live with Sylvan?”
“Yes. As soon as I bring my stuff, I’ll come to see you.”
She smiled but didn’t make eye contact with him. “Okay.”
Ardal watched her go into the little house on stilts, then he jogged
all the way back to Angelique’s place. He hadn’t been this happy in
months.
Chapter Three
Cade saw Jethro walk by the door of his office, the girl behind him
poking a gun into Jethro’s side. A situation he had to do something
about. There was no time to call Clover. She’d be asleep anyway
after working half the night.
“Open up the door, bozo,” said the woman.
“I haven’t got the key. The sheriff has it.”
“Hey, Sheriff,” the woman hollered, “come and unlock this door or
I’m gonna shoot a hole in your deputy.”
“Hang on, I’m coming.”
Cade walked down the hallway with the keys to the run in his
hand. “Let him go and I’ll open the door for you.”
“No way I’m letting him go or falling for any of your tricks.” She
waved the gun towards the door. “Open the goddammed door.”
Jethro looked a little pale as Cade unlocked the door to the run.
He pushed the door open and the girl shoved Jethro inside, keeping
the gun snugly up against him the whole time.
She hollered out, “Hey, Dwayne, I came to get you out of here.”
“Margo? What the hell are you doing?”
“Breaking you out of jail, that’s what. What does it look like?” She
turned to Cade and yelled at him, “Unlock Dwayne’s cell. I want him
out of there. I’m taking him home.”
As she turned her focus away from Jethro to holler at Cade,
Jethro slammed her up against the bars of the cell and tried to grab
the gun out of her hand.
Margo kicked and clawed at Jethro as they wrestled around,
Jethro doing his damndest to get the gun out of her hand. She
cursed the whole time as she fought hard to hang onto the gun and
Jethro battled just as hard to get it out of her hands.
“Give me that gun, girl.” Jethro held her tight up against the bars
with his strong left arm across her throat while he tried to get the gun
away from her with his right hand.
Margo twisted and turned, screaming at the top of her lungs the
whole time. With a quick move, she rammed her knee upwards into
Jethro’s package and when he bent forward with a groan, she jerked
the gun away from him.
Bang.
The gun went off as she yanked it hard out of Jethro’s grip. The
shot went wild and Dwayne yelled. “You shot me, you dumb bitch.”
“Wasn’t my fault, Dwayne. This bozo made me pull the trigger.”
She hung onto the bars of Dwayne’s cell crying. “I’m sorry, Dwayne. I
came to get you out of here. I want you to come home.”
Jethro grabbed the gun and tossed it on the floor. He took hold of
Margo’s t-shirt, turned her around roughly and shoved her into the
next cell. “Get in there and stay there, crazy woman.” He slammed
the door shut on Margo who was crying and screaming apologies to
Dwayne.
Cade was on the phone calling Doctor Munson. He turned and
asked, “Where are you hit, Dwayne?”
“Left shoulder.”
Cade relayed that information to the doctor and ended the call.
“Doc will be right over. He wants you to sit on your bunk and don’t
move around. You’ll bleed less if you sit still.”
“Okay.” Clutching his bleeding shoulder, Dwayne grimaced in pain
as he sat perfectly still on his bunk.
Margo peered through the bars into Dwayne’s cell and wailed. “I’m
sorry Dwayne. It was an accident.”
Doctor Munson’s clinic was only two blocks away and he arrived a
couple of minutes later. Jethro showed him where Dwayne was and
unlocked the cell.
Doc set his medical bag on the floor and assessed the damage.
“Let’s get the top of your jumpsuit off so I can see what I’m dealing
with.”
Dwayne stripped off the top of his orange coverall. “Hurts like hell,
Doc.”
“Bullet wounds usually do smart a little.”
The bullet had missed the bone and had gone right through
Dwayne’s upper arm. “Through and through,” said the doctor as he
cleaned up the blood. “You were lucky.”
Dwayne nodded and gritted his teeth. “Don’t feel lucky.”
An hour later Dwayne was all cleaned up, stitched up and his arm
was bandaged. After Doc Munson left, he sat on his bunk sipping a
cup of hot coffee Jethro had brought him.
Margo wailed and kept on and on and Cade was tempted to put a
spell of silence on her. At least that would be practice. He was still
mad at Glenny for suggesting he needed it.
“Would you shut up, Margo?” Dwayne hollered to her in the next
cell. “Just shut up. You did a stupid thing and it’s over. You can’t
undo it. Who’s at the trailer watching little Wayne?”
“I left him sleeping in his crib.”
“What?” Dwayne was on his feet sprinting towards the bars
separating them. “How could you do that Margo? Were you high
again? Where did you get the fix? We ain’t got a fuckin dime.”
“I didn’t think it would take me long to get you out of jail and we’d
be back home before his next bottle.”
“Bottle?” Cade’s eyebrows went up. “You left an infant at home
alone?”
“Margo fried her brain, Sheriff,” said Dwayne. “I don’t let her look
after my son. I do it myself.”
“Give me your address and I’ll send someone to take care of him.”
“Don’t send social services people,” pleaded Dwayne. “They’ll
take Little Wayne and I’ll never get him back.”
“Is there a neighbor or a relative who could go get him?” asked
Cade.
“Don’t know nobody who could,” said Dwayne. “Only Vance’s wife,
Mona, and she’s a meth head like Margo. Wouldn’t trust her for a
second.”
“Never mind, I’ll send my daughter down to get him.”
“Thanks, Sheriff. I mean it.” There were tears in Dwayne’s eyes.
“He’s only a little baby.”
“Give me the address.”
Dwayne rhymed off an address in Hinton Estates trailer park and
Cade jotted it down. “I’ll call her right now.”
Sheriff’s Office.
With Clover dispatched to the trailer park, Cade got back to
business. Another prisoner.
“What are we charging the wife with Uncle Cade?”
“Umm…let’s see. Assault with a deadly, attempted murder of a
police officer, and there will be a bunch more for leaving her child
unattended… and all that end of things.”
“Do we have a charge for trying to bust your husband out of jail?”
asked Jethro.
“There must be one to cover it, but I’ll have to look that one up.
I’m not familiar with it.”
“I need a beer,” said Jethro. “Helluva morning.”
“Morning is gone, son, and we got no beer here. You’d better
order lunch for the prisoners. Hell, order lunch for all of us and go get
it. Four burger specials.”
Jethro smiled. “Copy that.”
Shadow Mountain.
Mama was waiting for me on the porch, a cup of coffee in her hand,
Porky and Alice sitting beside her chair. The dogs jumped up and ran
to greet me but they were more excited to see Lulu than me.
“I’ve got him, Mama. Dwayne cried when he had to give him back
to me in the jail. He does love his son and I think that’s what made
him rob the bank.”
I lifted Little Wayne out of his transport box and handed him to
Mama. “You take him and I’ll bring in the stuff from the market. He
had nothing of his own and I had to start from scratch. I hope I
bought the right stuff.”
Cradling the baby in her arms, Mama wasn’t listening to me. She
carried Little Wayne inside talking to him the whole way.
Mama had a spot set up for the baby in the spare room. From the
loft in the shed, she had resurrected my old wooden cradle—the one
Daddy had made before I was born. Mama had cleaned it up and
fitted it out with quilts.
“Aw, at least he has a bed. Nice one, Mama.” I piled all the stuff
from the bags on Ardal’s bed for Mama to sort out later. While the
baby slept in his new bed, I got my first cup of coffee. Mama took
pity on me and made me a chicken sandwich.
Hinton Courthouse.
By the time we got to Hinton, Margo was coming undone. Needing a
hit, she twitched and yelled and screamed as Jethro and I took her to
the holding cells in the basement of the courthouse building.
Once she was locked up waiting for her turn in front of the judge,
she was the bailiff’s problem and not ours.
“She’s gonna be no good in front of the judge,” said Jethro. “Look
at the mess of her.”
“Not our problem.” I chose seats about halfway to the front of the
courtroom and we sat down to wait. “If we weren’t getting Margo
back we wouldn’t even need to be here.”
“Wish we knew that ahead of time,” said Jethro.
Margo’s case was the second one called. We lucked out, so our
wait wasn’t too long. The bailiff brought her from the lockup and
stood beside her in front of the judge’s bench.
The clerk read the list of charges Daddy had filed against Margo
Willoughby and she stood there quietly until the charge of child
abandonment was mentioned. Then she snapped.
“Liars,” she screamed. “Y’all are a bunch of liars. I didn’t abandon
my baby. I left him in his crib while I went to break Dwayne out of jail.
I was only gonna be gone for a few minutes, then me and Dwayne
was coming right back home. Little Wayne was sleeping and he
didn’t even know I was gone for chrissakes.”
The judge peered over his glasses listening to Margo, then said in
a deep voice, “The prisoner is hereby remanded into custody for a
psychiatric evaluation and I’m recommending a period of not less
than thirty days in a drug rehabilitation facility.”
Whack.
Down came the gavel. The bailiff took Margo away and the next
case was called.
Jethro smiled at the outcome. “Let’s go, Clover. Margo’s going to
rehab and she ain’t our problem no more.”
I gave my cousin a fist bump and we ran to the parking lot.