Making It Right (Most Likely To #3)

Thanks to Tina, he’d found the meaning of his sexual life. Not just once, either. She was into it, and he was constantly on the lookout for places they could duck away and learn something new. They used condoms and she told him she was on the pill. He’d thought about saying the L word but wasn’t completely sure he was. Besides, she was going away to college, and he was going away somewhere too. Even though they were temporary, neither of them brought that up.

Then there was state. He’d made it, along with Tim. Together they hoped to bring home a respectable place. Coach Ward had told them both that they’d already earned a spot at River Bend’s hall of sports fame, but they both wanted to bring home number one.

Either way, Drew’s senior year had been worth the long runs, and late night study sessions. He missed parties between his dad and Coach Ward. He could hardly wait until he could come home from wherever he ended up and buy Coach Ward a drink.

He’d come to terms with the fact that he and his dad were never going to be the tight ends on any team. Drew realized that part of the reason he wanted to join the marines was because his father was so against it. He was also smart enough not to jump at this final shot at rebellion. He might be better off getting a tattoo instead.

Drew would make a decision after state, after graduation.

He skipped through the door, shouting to the house. “I passed!”

His mom yelled from the kitchen, “I’m in here.”

Drew smelled cookies. “This day is getting better and better.”

Wearing jeans and a T-shirt, his mom looked like just about every other mom in River Bend. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, had shoulder length hair that he thought maybe she was dyeing these days. He made a point after she’d been to the hairdresser to say she looked nice, but that was usually followed by a request for twenty bucks for a movie or something.

And there were cookies.

He took one from the top of the pile. It was warm.

“What about washing your hands?”

Drew snorted. “Germs help build your immunity to crap. I learned that in chemistry . . . which I passed.”

His mom smiled. “One more final and that’s it?”

“English.”

“You better hope Mrs. Walters doesn’t hold a grudge.”

“Way to dash my hopes, Mom.”

“Yeah, well . . . pranks like that happen after the person you’re pulling them on is no longer in charge of your academic life.”

He immediately thought of the stash of toilet paper he and the seniors had in store for Coach Ward’s house.

“Any more decisions about what you’re going to do after next week?”

She was asking about the service.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not sure college is right for me.”

“You told Oregon State you were interested.”

“I am . . . but only because of track. I realize I’d be throwing away a free education if I said no, but what if I hate it?”

“What if you love it?”

He leaned against the counter, shoved a second cookie in his face. “Would it be so bad . . . me joining the marines?”

He hated the stress he put on his mom’s face but needed her to know that he was serious about the option.

“I’d be scared every day.”

“Every day if I were shipped off.”

She attempted to smile and failed.

“Dad is a cop, don’t you worry about him?”

“It’s not the same here. Maybe if we lived in New York or something.”

“What if I wanted to be like Dad?”

She sighed. “I’d be proud of you either way, Drew. I know your father would be proud of you, too. It’s your life and your decision to make.”

He knew her words were hard for her to say. Drew leaned in, kissed her cheek, and went in for his third after-school snack before turning to walk away.

“Nice decoy,” she told him. “Now take out the trash.”

Oh, yeah . . . every day after school . . . you’d think after eighteen years he’d remember.

Well, he probably didn’t do it when he was two.

He bundled up the plastic bag full of kitchen garbage and headed out the back door.

The cans on the side of the house were full and starting to smell in the warm weather.

He shooed away a dozen bees before opening the blue barrel.

Something on top of the white plastic bags attracted the buzzing insects. The stench had Drew choking back his cookies.

He peered closer and gagged.



“I think it’s a rabbit.” From the little bit of fur Jo noticed on the thing.

“Been dead a day or two,” Gill said.

“You took the trash out yesterday, right?” Karl asked Drew, who still looked green.

“Yeah. That wasn’t in there.”

Caroline stood to the side, a finger under her nose.

Jo was at the station when Caroline called Karl about the dead animal in the trash can. Not just a dead rabbit that may have come to some unfortunate demise and then been tossed into a garbage can, but one that was staged with missing parts.

“Who is doing this, Dad?”

Karl glared beyond the cans. “I don’t know, but I sure as hell am going to find out.”

His conviction made Jo pause.

“If this is someone’s sick idea of a joke, I’m going to ki—”

Jo cut Drew off with a hand to his shoulder. “You’d have to find them first, and you have school to concentrate on.”

Scared came out as angry in Drew’s gaze. Jo attempted to smile. “C’mon.” She encouraged him to walk around to the backyard so she could speak with him alone. “How was your run this morning?”

He ducked his head and walked with her.

“I don’t want to talk about my workout.”

“Okay.”

“This is sick. First the dog, then . . .” He waved his hand toward the garbage cans. “Whatever the hell that was. I feel like every time I turn around I find something dead. When will it end?”

When I’m dead in a trash can. Jo winced with her thought. “Figuring out who is doing this is my number one priority, Drew. I will put a stop to it.”

“I watch CSI. Psychos do this kind of shit. And they don’t stop with animals.”

Smart kid. “You sure you don’t want to be a cop instead of a marine?”

He made a face that looked like he bit into an apple and found half a worm. “No thanks.”

Jo offered a small smile and placed an arm around his shoulders. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll find this guy. You just pass your finals and run fast on Saturday.”

“Jo?” Gill called.

They both looked up.

Gill paused, looked at Caroline and Karl, then back.

“What?”

Gill shook his head and waved her over.

“You okay?” she asked Drew.

“Yeah.”

She patted him on the back before joining the others to investigate.





Chapter Thirty




Much as Jo didn’t like the thought of being there, Gill convinced her to take a trip to the cabin. The last five miles were slow, bumpy, and nerve-racking.

“When was the last time you were up here?”

She clenched her fists. “Once after my dad’s death, and another time once I was elected.”

“Twice?”

She nodded once.

Gill placed a hand on her knee.

“You see things I don’t,” he told her, “or I wouldn’t have suggested you come.”

Jo closed her eyes and mentally kicked herself. “I should be over this by now.”

“You haven’t had the opportunity to move on.”

Jo covered his hand with hers. “Thank you.”

“For what?”