A piercing cry cut through the mournful sigh of the wind as Jake ran up the embankment toward the house. With knife-like pain stabbing his temple where Malcolm had hit him with the shovel, he glanced up to the roof and saw Margot and another woman up there, both fighting and locked in some obscene shuffle.
He quickened his pace, kicking up snow, pushing his arms and legs until they screamed from the abuse. Frigid air cut into his lungs. Sweat broke on his brow and chilled his already cold skin as he raced toward the house.
Suddenly, they rolled off the roof. He heard the sickening thump as both bodies hit the ground. Nothing but stillness and silence carried over the wind.
“No!”
He stumbled, caught his balance by grabbing onto a tree branch, and charged out into the clearing and over to Margot’s motionless body.
“For the love of God, don’t do this—”
Jake collapsed onto his hands and knees beside Margot, uncaring of the snow’s bitter cold against his bare palms. She lay face up, both arms flung out at her sides, her eyes closed, her skin almost as white as the snow around her.
Quickly, he checked for a pulse and found one, strong and steady against his fingers.
“Margot?” His words scraped against his throat. “Can you hear me?”
Her lashes flickered, but remained shut. He glanced over at the other woman several yards from her side. Joyce. The short blonde hair gave her away. Her body rested face down in the snow, unmoving. Knowing Joyce wasn’t going to be much of a threat any time soon, he turned back to Margot.
She hadn’t stirred. Scared of the seriousness of her injuries, he didn’t attempt to move her. He didn’t have the equipment or know-how to work with a possible spinal injury. He wasn’t that type of doctor. He rose on one knee with the intention of calling for an ambulance, but paused when a sigh whispered past Margot’s lips.
Her lids flickered open, and she squinted up at him. “My head. What—”
“Can you move? How are your limbs? Do they have feeling?”
She wiggled her fingers in the snow beside her. “Okay, I think.”
He helped her struggle into a sitting position.
She winced and placed a hand to her brow. “Oh, yeah. I have feeling. It feels like a semi-truck flattened me.”
“I wouldn’t make any sudden moves. You’re bound to have hurt something with that fall.”
Panic flared into her eyes, and the rest of her face leached of color. “Where’s Joyce?” She pivoted at the waist and stiffened. “Oh, God. She shot and killed Malcolm and tried to do the same with me.”
She backpedaled, flinging snow with the heels of her shoes as she slid away from Joyce and into Jake’s arms. He caught her head against the crook of his arm and chest.
“Is she...”
“I don’t know.”
He held her in his arms and ran a soothing hand over the silk of her hair. She was shaking in shock. Her body felt like a damn block of ice. He needed to get her in the house and soon, before she went into hypothermia.
He also had to check on Joyce. Easing his arms from around Margot, he rose to his feet and stepped over to Joyce’s prone body. He rolled her onto her back. Snow clung to her lashes and hair and an ugly gash cut across her temple. Blood had congealed in thick patches over her brow, temple and cheek. More blood stained the snow where she’d lain, while her eyes, unblinking and blind, stared up to the sky. He felt for a pulse to double-check.
“She’s dead.”
Jake glanced up at the second story of the house and the open window. Malcolm must be up there. Dead. Jake didn’t know what he felt. There was no relief, no exhilaration, absolutely nothing but indifference right now. Maybe that would change.
“We need to call the deputy on duty,” Margot said from behind him. “The house phone is dead. I have my cell somewhere. Probably in the kitchen. They haven’t filled Carl’s old position yet. I don’t know how in the world I’m going to be able to explain this.”
He glanced over his shoulder and found Margot standing behind him. She was looking at Joyce with a mixture of horror and disbelief. If at all possible, the pallor to her face had worsened. Jake needed to get her away from here.
“When it comes to Joyce, I guess it would be self-defense. It’s not like I murdered her or for that matter Malcolm. They’re not going to think I tried to kill him. He did force his way in.” She let Jake lead her across the yard, up the stairs and into the house. “The police will see how dangerous Malcolm really was. They just have to look into his history. There’s the police report filed when the house was vandalized, and his arrest. And of course, there’s the restraining order back in Boston. That should clear any suspicion of foul play.”
He stiffened, alarm crawling across his flesh. He shut the door behind them and turned to face her. “What are you talking about?”
She shrugged. “Nothing.”
“No, it’s something.” He frowned down at her. “I want to know. What happened in Boston?”
She blinked, and looked up at him now with clear, focused eyes. “After the divorce, I’d put a restraining order against Malcolm. I’d since had it revoked, but at the time I was afraid of him.”
“Why?”
“His temper.”
Margot sensed the immediate change in Jake’s body. It fairly oozed with tension, while the planes of his face had grown rigid. She placed a reassuring hand on the corded muscles of his forearm. “It was an accident. He caught me in the parking lot of the apartment where I’d moved after filing for the divorce. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. He wouldn’t listen, but followed me up the stairs to my place on the second floor. He wouldn’t leave me alone. We argued. I don’t remember the particulars—probably subconsciously blocked most from my mind. I do remember being on the landing and thinking that he was going to hit me. I stumbled, tripped over something I think. I’m not sure. The cement stairs were closer than either one of us thought. I fell down them and ended up in the hospital with a broken hip.”
He pulled her gently into his arms and cradled her head against his shoulder with a trembling hand. “I’m so sorry. Life’s hit you below the belt too many times.” He kissed her lightly against her temple. “You’re one strong lady. Any other person would have cracked.”
“You don’t understand. I almost did. I was so close to being hospitalized. I had to get on anti-depressants for a while.” She pulled back and gazed up at him. “As for today, if not for you, I’d still be drinking, hiding behind some drunken fog. Don’t get me wrong, I still have that craving—probably always will—but I can beat it. You gave me the insight and will to climb out of the hell-hole I dug myself into.”
“Well, you’re not alone now. I want you to know that you can count on me. Always. I’ll do whatever it takes. Remember that.”
His words touched her heart like nothing else could. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” Reluctantly she drew away. “I guess it can’t be delayed any longer. I’ll make the call to the police. You need to disappear for a couple of hours.”
“Oh, no. I don’t think so. I’m not about to let you do this alone.”
“Oh yes, you are.” She straightened her shoulders. “I’m not budging on that. Having you in the picture is going to raise questions. Questions neither one of us want to answer. We haven’t gone through all this just to have Miracell become public knowledge. You’ve been dead against it from the beginning. And I’d be the first one to agree that it’s just too dangerous. You know it.” When he looked like he might argue, she lifted her chin and shook her head. “I don’t need to be coddled. Do you understand?”
His lips firmed, but when she continued to argue her point, he finally nodded to her relief.
“You’re too damn stubborn.”
She lifted a brow. “And of course, you aren’t?”
After Jake disappeared from the house, she found her cell phone and made the call to the authorities. It didn’t take long for the coroner and police to get to the house and do their thing. The questions were direct and to the point along with her answers. She didn’t have anything to hide. Not really. As to any suspicion directed toward her, there was none. Only sympathy.
As she watched them carry Malcolm and Joyce away in body bags, it really hit her how final and real everything had become.
Several hours later, she stood in front of the window above the kitchen sink and watched the last police car drive down and disappear behind the trees. The coroner had left an hour earlier. Several minutes later, she heard Jake enter the kitchen and join her at the counter, but she continued to stare out the window.
“Well, it’s finally over,” she said.
But was it? Margot wondered. Joyce’s words came back to whisper inside her head. Was her brother still alive? Could he be out there somewhere and not tell her?
Never. Johnny would never be that cruel. Still…
Tomorrow she’d mention to Jake what Joyce had said. But not this moment. This moment she needed to heal her shattered body and mind from the day’s events before she had the needed strength to investigate further.
“Yeah, it’s over,” Jake said softly beside her.
She grabbed the edge of the counter with tight-fisted hands. “I killed someone today. And not just a stranger—someone I considered a friend at one point.”
He eased up from behind and wrapped both arms around her waist. “Don’t say that,” he whispered thickly against the crown of her head. “It was an accident.”
She sighed hard. Closing her eyes, she leaned against his chest. “I know.”
But even knowing Jake spoke the truth, she still felt tainted. Today, she’d lost her innocence, but at the same time she’d gained something more important—the knowledge that she was a survivor. She could take life’s blows and come up for more. She’d always had little self-confidence. First it had been her parents, then Malcolm to bring her down. When she’d taken those baby-steps to gain that inner strength, Malcolm had rebelled against it. But she was strong. Stronger then she could have ever imagined. Yes. She’d become a survivor.
She searched and found Jake’s hand across her stomach. It felt strange yet wonderful to touch warm skin instead of the cool leather of his glove.
“I love this—having you here with me.”
“The feelings mutual.” His hold tightened around her.
She smiled, feeling the brush of his lips against her hair as she turned in the circle of his arms. Looking up, Margot caught her breath at the expression in Jake’s eyes. She realized she’d stumbled on something far more profound than the will to survive.
Love. Simple and honest. The emotion softened the rugged lines of Jake’s face and darkened his eyes to indigo.
Who would have thought? When Jake came into her life, she’d been drowning in despair and self-pity, but somehow she’d managed to claw her way out. She wouldn’t have done it without Jake. And now with him in her life, the future held so much promise.
“It all feels too good,” she whispered. “What if something—”
“Don’t.” Rubbing a thumb over her lower lip, he slowly searched her face. “I’m not about to question anything. Not anymore. Because, you know what? When I ran from Boston, I’d been so terrified of dying that I missed out on what really mattered. And that’s the journey, not the end. So don’t start doubting the future. Instead, when something good comes along, take it and savor the moment.”
And Margot did exactly what Jake suggested as he bent down and brushed his lips against her mouth. She savored the taste, the feel and the heat of Jake’s kiss.
THE END
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