Chapter TWENTY-TWO
Jamison looked like he had the night before, when he’d been determined to do who-knows-what to find the truth about his friends. Skye was wary of taking his hand, but consoled herself in the fact that Jamison wasn’t mad at her this time.
At the hospital’s front desk the volunteer didn’t want to tell Jamison which room his granddad was in. Hippa rules, or something, she claimed. She had to call ahead and ask if it was all right to let them up. By the time they got off the elevator on the fourth floor, Jamison was mad at everyone.
Standing in front of her son, Raging Bull, Lori Shaw held out her arms. She should have run screaming.
Skye stood on the battle front. She had no choice; her fingers were entwined with Jamison’s and she didn’t want to draw his attention by removing them.
The fight, however, lasted less than a minute.
“Why didn't you tell me they were moving him? I went to the Recovery Center and his room was empty and the nurse said you'd been there this morning to get all his stuff. I thought he was dead!”
“Oh, Jamie!” His mom fell on his neck and sobbed. “I looked for you last night after Skye's family came looking for her, 'cause I'd forgotten to tell you, but I couldn't find you. I sent you a text. I thought you wouldn't check your messages until you were out of school.”
Unaware of the size of spoon, Lori fed her son enough guilt to shut him up for the rest of the day. If he’d never taken Skye to the tree house or skipped school, there would have been no miscommunication.
She and Jamison donned masks and gowns to get into the section of the hospital where Kenneth was staying, and even then they had to speak to him through a clear plastic wall. Jamison told him they'd come see him again when he felt better. He blinked a couple of times and moved a finger, but then he was out again.
His mom never asked why they were out of school so early in the day. She finally looked up when Jamison said he was going with Skye to another Somerled compound and wouldn't be back until really late.
She said it was best, that she'd be staying at the hospital late anyway, then hugged them both and went to the restroom. She probably needed to cry in peace.
Taking a road trip with Jamison was like riding home with the football team, after they'd lost “the big one” to a team on the other end of town. He rarely turned his head in her direction, and any questions she posed got only a grunt or an ‘I don’t know’ in reply. His face was flat and emotionless, even though she knew a mighty storm was raging behind it.
Skye considered getting a bus ticket for the return trip.
She didn't actually need Jamison to come with her, but it was nice not to be going alone. She might see a familiar face. After all, Marcus had frequently dealt with Somerleds in this area. But for the most part, she felt like a vampire, going to see other vampires. They were her own kind, but that was where it ended. There wasn’t much of a possibility of danger, though. No one would try to eat her mortal escort for a snack.
Surely.
They made good time without Jamison speeding too much. The gas station attendant couldn't stop staring, even while talking to them. He must have never seen a Somerled with a non-Somerled before.
Around one o’clock they started up the canyon. Half an hour later, they entered a glorious valley and Skye was grateful for the ability to appreciate the surreal shades of green that deepened with every mile. Vast fields of crops, and stock yards bursting with livestock lined both sides of the road up to the ranch house. The earth was so moist that their tires kicked up very little dust on the unpaved driveway that took them to the expansive front lawn. Jamison parked at the edge of the grass and they both climbed out.
A woman came out on the porch, wiping her hands, smiling at Skye, then frowning at Jamison.
“Don't worry, Jamison. They have no reason to mess with your memory,” Skye whispered across the car roof.
“Yet,” the woman hollered. “No reason yet.”
When it looked like Jamison was going to jump back in the car and drive away, the woman started laughing and waved them inside.
Skye was happy to see another Somerled woman. Already she’d proven friendlier than the one in Flat Springs.
The woman didn't wait at the door for them, so Skye opened the screen and walked inside, dragging a reluctant Jamison behind her. The entry was dim, in spite of the hour. More generous light and the sounds of activity drew them to the back of the house.
Four women, besides the one who had greeted them, stood around high wood tables, cutting up pumpkins, separating the seeds, chopping up the sides. They were covered in orange up to their elbows, their short shirtsleeves rolled up like army recruits, their white aprons only white around the edges. Their hair was pulled up tight and covered with bandanas. All that was missing was a cigarette hanging between their lips and they'd look like a nineteen-forties ad for Uncle Sam, only they weren't manufacturing guns or ammo.
“Be careful.” One woman grinned. “Lanny reads minds whether you want her to or not. If you've got something to hide, better get out of the valley.”
The others laughed, including the one Skye suspected was Lanny.
Skye tried to picture the list of Somerled communities in her mind, trying to remember how far away the next one was.
“Too late, missy. I already know why you've come. No need to leave until we've got you straightened out.”
Lanny was still grinning. The others had stopped laughing and exchanged looks that made Skye change her mind—she was grateful there weren’t more females at home.
***
“You there.”
Jamison looked around. Lanny was glaring straight through him, making him feel as transparent as a ghost. He put a thumb up to his chest and hoped it wasn’t shaking.
“Me?”
“Yes, you. Get out of my kitchen. Go help the menfolk, if you can. We’ll deal with this one. Don’t need you in here, mucking things up.”
“No.” Jamison didn’t know where his sudden abundance of balls came from. He was just happy they’d arrived. “I’m not going anywhere without her. She’s not going anywhere without me.”
“Aw, look ladies. Ain’t he sweet? A regular Romeo.”
“More like a dog in love with a cat.” The tallest woman wiped her arm across her face. Jamison was glad the arm was orange, and now, so was the woman’s cheek.
Lanny laughed, and Jamison knew she’d read his thoughts.
He tried what he’d used on Lucas the night before, focusing on other things.
The road, the white line down the middle, the drying grasses along the side...the road, the white line, the grasses...
Lanny laughed again, then stopped like she’d hit a brick wall. “Son, I told you to get...out...of my...kitchen.”
He stepped forward and took Skye’s hand and someone tisked.
“Come on, Skye. Let’s get out of here.” Over his shoulder he called, “Sorry, to have bothered you.”
Thankfully, Skye didn’t resist. In fact, if he’d have gotten out of her way, she probably would have beaten him to the front door. She seemed genuinely frightened, and even if she had always believed she had nothing to fear, that Somerled woman had gotten to her too. The fact that Skye should be able to trust these people, but didn’t, creeped Jamison out big time.
Finally they were out the door and headed across the lawn, but they froze in unison.
The car was gone.
With all the Stephen King movies he’d seen, Jamison thought the smartest thing to do would be to run like hell. Screw the car. Knowing how these people could manipulate the police, he’d never see his old beater again, no matter what he reported; he had the feeling Lanny’s suggestions, in the mind of the local sheriff, would drown out Skye’s any day.
His cell vibrated. Did he dare look down long enough to read it?
He and Skye stood back to back. No Somerleds in sight. He opened the message and read it out loud.
“Daddy’s asking for u. Hard time w/ treatment. Are you far?” His stomach lurched.
Skye squeezed his hand. “Oh, I shouldn’t have left, or brought you with me. And now there’s no car.”
Jamison couldn’t fall apart. He needed to get home. He’d explain to these people that he had no time for their Twilight Zone games. Leaving Skye behind wasn’t an option, he didn’t care if they were Somerleds or a farm full of harmless Amish. He wouldn’t leave without her. Besides, Granddad would be as happy to see Skye as he would to see Jamison.
“Skye?”
“Yeah?”
“Is there any way you can, um, like, transport yourself to the hospital from here?”
She snorted. “No. No beam-me-up-Scotty-tricks up my sleeve. And even if I could, I wouldn’t just leave you here.”
“It’s not like they’re dangerous, though. Right?”
“Who knows? They might try to take your memories, drop you on a corner somewhere.”
“Not very Christian.”
“Funny.” She looked up at the house. “I have no idea what their primary duties are. I can’t guess what they can or can’t do. I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t kill you. Does that make you feel better?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess. I thought that Lanny woman might have been considering it when I wouldn’t get out of her kitchen.”
His phone vibrated again.
Jamie, can you come?
He typed out his reply, sick that he couldn’t tell his mom what she wanted to hear.
Sorry mom. We’re hours away. Tell him we’ll be there by morning.
Jamison prayed it was true.