After The Fires Went Out: Coyote (Book One of the Post-Apocalyptic Adventure Series) (75 page)

And then Justin had five or six more.

He was asleep before ten o’clock.

Kayla dropped by a little while later.

“He’s asleep?” she asked me as she gave me a hug.

“Pretty much.”

“How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Not sure what the hell we’re going to do with him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was hard enough to deal with when he had a family. Now he’s alone and angry and looking to hurt people.”

“He wants to hurt us?”

“He thinks New Post set the fire. To get back at him.”

“That’s... there’s no way.”

“There’s not much chance of it. But enough of a chance to drive him crazy.”

“You don’t think that’s actually possible, do you? That they’d want to murder Justin’s family?”

“No... you’re right. It’s not possible. But try telling him that.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Neither do I.”

“We just need to wait... wait and see...”

“This isn’t going to end well. I don’t think he’ll let this go. It would have been better for him to die, too.”

“Yeah,” Kayla said. “Better for all of us.”

I nodded. “I’m not coming home tonight.”

“I know. That’s why I’m here.”

“We have plenty of booze.”

“Yeah... but I think you need some of me. I just want to hold you, Baptiste. That’s all I want to do.”

I led her to the bedroom and we laid together on the bed.

And then I fell asleep.

Justin wasn’t there when we woke up.

Kayla went to check the grove where we’d buried his family.

I checked for his car.

He’d left McCartney Lake.

And I didn’t have a way of finding him.

If he’d gone to New Post, I wouldn’t get there in time to stop him.

If he’d gone off to kill himself... I wouldn’t want to stop him.

Kayla had gone to take care of the goats and chickens; I’d stayed behind at the Tremblays’ in case Justin came back.

He came back just before sunset, right as I was starting to get hungry for dinner.

“You pick up a pizza?” I asked as he came in.

“Two walleyes,” he said. “I guess I can share.”

“You went ice fishing?”

“There are huts at the old ranger camp on Wade Lake. Just dragged one out and got it done.”

“Okay...”

“I’m feeling okay, Baptiste. Really.”

“That’s good, man.”

“Yeah... thanks. I think I’ll be alright here. You can head home.”

“What about the fish?”

He smiled. “I don’t actually want to share.”

Something about his smile didn’t seem real to me.

But I might just be passing how I feel onto him.

I can’t tell him how to get better.

Today is Thursday, January 24th.

I’d given Justin back his phone when Kayla and I had gotten back from our trip through Aiguebelle.

He came by after we’d finished breakfast to tell me he’d received a call.

It wasn’t from Alain, or Lisa or Graham.

He showed me a message from Fisher Livingston.

Funny story. What was Sara’s nickname in high school?

“I have no idea what it means,” Justin said.

“He’s fucking with me.”

“He calls me because he wants to fuck with you? By asking some obscure question about Sara?”

“Vachon
tampon,
” I said.

“Tampon? What?”

“It can mean a lot of things in French. But yeah... tampon.”

“Fuck... French kids are messed up.”

“Send it back to him,” I said.

“Why?”

“Please, Justin. Just send it. I want to know what the hell he’s doing.”

Justin typed out the response.

“Signal’s weak,” he said.

“Signal’s always weak.”

Justin sat down on the couch in the living room.

I took the recliner.

We sat silently.

I wanted to ask: “Hey, you still plotting revenge?”

But I didn’t. I knew at least some part of him was.

Justin’s phone chirped. He took a look.

“He wrote back already,” he said.

He handed the phone to me.

Still at McCartney Lake?

“Small talk?” Justin asked.

“I don’t know... do you think he actually has Sara with him? I’m not sure I can believe that.”

“Why wouldn’t he just come out and say it?”

“Maybe he doesn’t trust you.”

“Trust
me
? You’re the one who threatens him as a hobby.”

“I do that to everybody. Just tell him yes.”

“You tell him. I’m sick of being the go-between. I think you two will make a lovely couple.”

“I’m just going to come out and ask him.”

I typed out a reply:

At McCartney. Do you have Sara?

“You guys have anything to eat?” Justin asked.

“Oh yeah... I guess you don’t have much food at the Tremblays.”

“They left a jar of wheat germ and a bag of raisins.”

“I wouldn’t have left raisins behind. Just check the kitchen. Take whatever, as long as you keep track so I can update our numbers.”

Justin nodded and took to the kitchen.

Another chirp.

LOL.

“What the fuck?” I said.

“What?”

“He typed ‘LOL’.”

“He
is
fucking with you.”

I heard footsteps on the porch.

Kayla stepped inside.

“Take a look at this,” I said to her.

She came over and took the phone.

“He’s with her,” she said. “I think he’s trying to find a way to bring her home.”

“Then why doesn’t he just say it?”

“I don’t know... he’s nervous... he’s worried that someone’s tracking him somehow?”

“I do think he’s with her,” I said. “He’s found his way to Kapuskasing or wherever Stems is really keeping her, and he’s decided to taunt me.”

“That’s not like him... you know that.”

“Then what do I do with this?”

“Nothing. Just trust him.”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Well you don’t have to trust him, then. But maybe if we’re lucky, Fisher Livingston’s about to help us out.”

“Yeah... maybe.”

I really did want to believe that.

It was Friday, January 25th.

Every day starts off pretty much the same. Maybe you wake up with a different girl in your bed, or with no one, but from most mornings you get about the same feeling.

You don’t see what’s coming.

That day I woke up and everything was the same. Same as it’s been since Sara was taken, anyway.

But I found out before breakfast that everything was changing.

Matt’s been handling the horses lately, which has worked out better than I’d expected. That morning he ran back in after just a couple of minutes outside.

“The horses are gone,” he said.

“You didn’t close the stall doors?” I asked.

“The cart’s gone, too. Someone took it.”

“Who could have done that?” Kayla said.

I already knew.

“He’s taken the cart,” I said. “So either he doesn’t think his car can handle where he’s headed, or he doesn’t want people to know it’s him.”

“He’s going to New Post,” Kayla said.

“That’s suicide,” Matt said.

I walked over to the chest by the door.

It was unlocked. And empty.

“He took both sets,” I said.

“So you couldn’t follow him,” Kayla said.

I nodded. “Won’t stop me.”

“I’ll come, too,” Matt said.

“No one else is coming. People are going to be dying today. But none of my people. You two get over to Fiona’s. Take the Mossberg. Stay there until I get back.”

“There’s no way he can get through,” Kayla said. “They’ll stop him at the gate.” It sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

“He won’t get through on his own,” I said.

“You’re not planning on helping him.”

“No... but Justin isn’t stupid. I’m not sure he’s doing this on his own.”

“Detour Lake?”

“That’s the most likely possibility. I doubt he’d be able to convince Aiguebelle to come with him to shoot at old people and children.”

“I don’t know, Baptiste,” Kayla said. “I think you should stay. You can’t go up against them. Not on your own.”

“Don’t you see, Kayla? I have to try. If I don’t at least try... then Stems has no reason to believe that this wasn’t us. He’ll take it out on you... and Fiona... and I’m not willing to give him an excuse.”