Six

Shanna could tell the exact second Brendan arrived.

First, Boffo began to run in circles behind her, whining. Next, he ran outside through the special doggy door that Brendan had made in the screen. His behavior alerted the children, and recognizing the signs, they both dropped whatever they were doing and ran to the gate to wait for their hero.

Shanna set down her pencil, but she didn’t run to greet him.

Part of her was happy that her children finally had a good male role model, at least when Brendan was at his best, working by daylight in their backyard. So far they hadn’t seen him when he was tired after a long day and his patience was tested. Nor had she, and she wanted to keep it that way. She didn’t ever want to be on the wrong side of Brendan’s anger, especially after experiencing what it was like to be on the wrong side of Roger’s anger. After a few trips to the hospital, Shanna had promised herself, and God, that she would never permit herself or her children to be in that predicament again.

The night that Kathy had called Brendan to come watch the children while they rushed off to the forgotten charity fundraiser, she’d thanked God from the bottom of her heart that it hadn’t been a bad day for him. He’d been so sweet and a willing helper, and she didn’t want to do anything to change that. When she and Brendan went their separate ways, she wanted Ashley and Matthew to have good memories of him, because they certainly didn’t have good memories of their father. It was no wonder they didn’t appear to miss him. As awful as it sounded, she didn’t miss him, either.

From beside the house, the gate creaked. Boffo sat, with every muscle wiggling, but controlling himself to stay as he’d been taught. Ashley held the gate open for Brendan, who walked into the yard with his arms loaded with wood and his tools slotted into a pocketed belt slung loosely around his waist. Once inside the yard, Brendan deposited everything on the ground. Matthew hustled to transport the boards, one piece at a time, to the growing pile that would be their new fence, while Brendan went back to his truck for more. Ashley dutifully opened the gate for Brendan as he went in and out.

As she’d done so many times, Shanna stopped her work to simply watch. The children were eager to help, and Brendan was always obliging to give them something to do, even though most of the time she was sure that he could have done it faster without them.

The gate banged shut for the last time, so Brendan called Boffo to come. He praised the dog well for his good behavior, giving him hugs and pats and a large dog biscuit—the largest Shanna had ever seen. It was so big that both Ashley and Matthew stared at it with their mouths open. Brendan simply grinned, obviously very pleased with himself.

Before Boffo left with his new treat, Brendan again commanded Boffo to sit. He clipped the dog chain to Boffo’s collar, then secured the other end to the nearest leg of the playscape.

They all walked to the pile of tools, where he handed Matthew and Ashley each a small hammer. Together, they started with the first section of fence and began to take it apart. Brendan had promised Shanna that, because of the dog, he would replace one section at a time. That way, by the time he left at the end of the day, there would be no openings for Boffo to escape through before he returned the next morning.

When the first section was half down, the doorbell rang. Shanna checked the time, thinking it was a good thing that the UPS driver was early today. She hurried to the door, but when she opened it, it wasn’t the UPS driver.

Ray and his wife, Evelyn, stood side by side. Ray wore his usual jeans and stained white T-shirt with his leather vest, looking like an extra in a gang movie, except that this image was very real.

Evelyn looked every bit as rough around the edges as Ray. Instead of her typical skintight jeans, today she wore a skirt so short that Shanna didn’t know how she could walk without exposing herself. Evelyn’s makeup was about three layers too thick, and her hair was a different color than the last time Shanna saw her—it was bleached blond instead of Goth black. Shanna wondered how much more Evelyn’s hair could take before it started to fall out.

Ray glared at Shanna and held out a large envelope. “I brought the papers. Sign them.”

Shanna’s gut tightened. “I’ve told you a hundred times, Ray, I’m not giving you the car. You may have helped Roger keep it running, but I’m the one who made the payments.”

His eyes narrowed. “You know how many hours I spent working on that car. I’m the one who made it what it’s worth. You know you owe me more than you could get for it if you sold it.”

Evelyn stiffened and jutted her chin forward. “Yeah. Mechanics is worth like $95 an hour to fix a car and make it run like that.”

Shanna gritted her teeth. “No.” It was an old car and not worth half of what Ray claimed. But it ran well, and even if she sold it for what it was worth, at that price she could never buy another car in the same good condition.

With Evelyn beside him, Ray puffed out his chest and set his shoulders back, making them appear wider and him bigger, in general. His expression tightened, and he stepped forward.

Shanna’s breath caught. This was exactly the same thing Roger had done when she made him angry. Next, he would use what he called “just a bit” of force to change her mind.

Time seemed to stand still as Ray flexed his shoulder.

Outside, in full view of the neighborhood, she was safe. But inside, where there were no witnesses, she would never win.

Ray was standing so close that she wouldn’t have enough time to turn around, dash inside, and close, then lock the door.

Before Ray could think about what she was doing, Shanna shuffled one step backward, reached behind her, flicked the lock, and closed the door behind her. It wasn’t the dead bolt, which could be activated only from the inside; but it was enough so that the door couldn’t be opened without considerable force and, most important, noise.

“What are you doing?” he ground out between his teeth.

“I want to talk here—outside.” Shanna tried to gather her courage, but she was already shaking inside. “You didn’t fix the car with Roger to make money by selling it. You did it because he supplied the beer.”

“Some of the money Roger used to buy the car he traded in was mine, so I have a personal interest in this one. Now I want my investment back.”

“He had that old, junky car before we were married. He never told me he owed you any money for it.”

He stepped forward again, backing Shanna against the locked door. She cringed, wondering whether Brendan would be able to hear her over the banging and hammering if she screamed, since none of her neighbors appeared to be outside.

Ray raised the envelope. With nowhere for Shanna to go, he pressed the corner of it to her chest. “That isn’t my fault. I just want what’s mine. So between what Roger owed me and all my work, I want Roger’s car.”

She wanted to sound forceful, but her voice came out in a squeak. “I made all the payments on it, not Roger. It’s my car. Roger never told me he owed you money, and that old car wasn’t worth anything, anyway. They hardly gave him anything for it.”

He grabbed her arm, squeezing tight enough to make her wince. He gave her a shake. “This is the arm you broke on your little fall down the stairs. Wouldn’t it be too bad if you fell and broke it again?”

Her eyes began to burn, but she fought to keep herself under control. “You can’t threaten me. No one can threaten me anymore.”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m talking some sense into you. I want what’s owed to me.”

Shanna’s heart pounded, and she hoped she didn’t faint. She’d thought these times were behind her. “I’m not giving you Roger’s car. And if you threaten me again, I’ll—I’ll call the police,” she choked out.

“You won’t do that.” His lips curled into an evil sneer, and he squeezed her arm tighter until the pain made her breath catch. She wondered how much force it would take to rebreak the same place in her arm. His voice lowered in pitch so even Evelyn wouldn’t have been able to hear him. “Kids have accidents all the time. You fell down the stairs last year. Your kids might, too, and no one would question it.”

Shanna’s head began to spin. Like so many other women trapped in an abusive marriage, she’d foolishly told the staff at the hospital that she’d fallen. They’d known Roger had pushed her, because she’d had a black eye that night, too, as well as other bruises that happened before her alleged fall. But on the way to the hospital, he’d said he was sorry and promised it would never happen again—that he’d treat her right and he’d change.

The only things that changed were that he started drinking more and had an affair.

Shanna didn’t know if Ray was cheating on Evelyn, but she had seen bruises that Evelyn had tried to conceal with too much makeup. She knew he was equally capable of doing the same to her. She could protect herself when his anger flared like this by staying where there was at least one adult witness, not including Evelyn.

But Matthew and Ashley would never think that way. They didn’t like Ray, but they trusted him because he was their uncle. They were still too innocent to imagine the horrible things Ray could do to them. They wouldn’t see harm coming, and they wouldn’t know how to escape before it was too late.

For herself, it was one thing to report Ray to the police if he hurt or injured her. But it was different for her children. She couldn’t allow him to hurt them in any way, but there was no way to protect them 24/7. She couldn’t count on the police, because there was nothing they could do until after it happened. Then all they could do was arrest him, which didn’t protect them from harm; that only meant that Ray would be punished after he’d done it.

She couldn’t file for a restraining order, because Ray didn’t have a criminal record, and Evelyn would never tell the truth about what happened in the privacy of their home.

He released her with a shove. “I’ll be back tomorrow. And I don’t want that guy who was here last week involved. This is between you and me.”

Ray turned and strode to his pickup with Evelyn behind him, trying to keep up in her too-high spike heels.

As soon as the truck doors closed, all the adrenaline seeped out of Shanna. First her teeth started chattering; then her hands started shaking. It quickly rippled into a cascading effect until she was trembling all over.

She had to sit down before she fell down.

On shaky legs, she hurried around the side of the house and through the gate. When the gate banged shut behind her, the hammering stopped. That meant Brendan, Matthew, and Ashley were watching her and wondering why she was coming from the front, but she couldn’t stop to talk. She had to think—to figure out what to do. Roger had made her life into a nightmare. She couldn’t allow Ray to do the same thing.

“Mommy?” Ashley called out. “Where are you going?”

“I accidentally locked myself out,” she replied over her shoulder, then ran the rest of the way to the entrance to her office. Once inside, she dropped into her chair. Resting her elbows on her knees, she lowered her face into her palms just because she couldn’t keep herself straight anymore. Silent tears flowed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop them.

The banging and hammering didn’t resume. Instead, she heard Brendan’s voice, muted through the wall. “You guys stay here and keep working. I want you to put all those boards in piles for me, eighteen boards to a pile. I’ll be right back.”

The door creaked open, and Brendan stepped inside. “Shanna? I was wondering if—what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Her arm throbbed, but that was the least of her worries. She shook her head, not removing her hands from her face.

The metal wheels of her visitor’s chair glided across the room; then the chair creaked as Brendan’s weight sank onto the seat. Shanna peeked from between her fingers to see Brendan sitting directly in front of her, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

When he spoke again, his voice was low and firm. “Please tell me what happened.”

Not caring about her blotchy face or her red eyes, she raised her head, looked straight at Brendan, and let out a ragged sigh. “It’s Ray” was all she could say.