Dan Sharp Mysteries 4-Book Bundle (86 page)

Ghazi came into my room again last night. I was nearly asleep when he climbed into bed and covered my mouth with his hand. I could feel his erection through my nightgown. He rubbed up against me like he was a dog in heat while he called me filthy names like “cunt” and “whore.” I jerked him off without a fight this time. It was just easier and way less painful than getting pinched and punched. I threatened to tell Mother last Saturday when he forced me to go down on him, but Ghazi said I'd regret it big time. I'm not even certain that she doesn't know. Her golden boy blinds her to all else. I hate him!!! At least he's careful not to “damage” me for my future husband. Big joke.

Ghazi said that he's going to pick me up tomorrow to go to his class and take notes for him like I did last week. He called me his slave and said from now on I have to do whatever he wants. He's met someone and they're planning to screw like dogs somewhere private — his words, not mine. It would be nice if he gives it all to her and leaves me alone. I can't let on that I like going to his class. This is as close to a university education as I'll ever get. I wish I was a bird and could just fly away from here. My only regret would be leaving Dalal and Meeza.

A noise in the hallway. Dalal tucked the diary under her mattress and listened. Her parents were downstairs watching television and Ghazi was still out, as far as she knew. He never came home early anymore. She'd heard her mother scolding him for missing supper so often. Tonight she'd eaten a silent meal with her mother and father, Meeza still “sick” in her room and Ghazi out, doing whatever it was he did after class. Maybe he was with this woman Nadirah talked about in her diary.

Dalal pulled the book out from its hiding place and turned to the page she'd meant to read all along.

I finally called the number on the bulletin board that I saw at the entrance to the building. “Queen's Help Line: Anonymous help a phone call away,” or that's what the poster said. I hung up the first time someone answered. It took me two more tries before I spoke to a woman. I didn't have to give my name and she said she couldn't read my phone number. It wouldn't have mattered anyhow. I used a payphone. Thankfully Ghazi was late picking me up because it all came spilling out like this anonymous woman had turned on a tap inside me. It felt good to tell somebody what is going on in our family. Probably stupid. She gasped when I spoke about Ghazi like she had a hard time believing me at first. Then she told me that I should speak with someone about it who could help me, like the police. Another big joke. Ghazi just wrote the exam to become a cop. He passed and is scheduled for a physical. If they take my brother, what other animals do they take? I said I'd think about it and hung up just before Ghazi sashayed through the front door like king shit. I hate the sight of him.

Dalal rolled onto her back and dropped the diary onto her chest, folding her hands across the cover. She could almost recite the last section by heart. Every time she read the part where Nadirah recognized the voice of the woman on the help line ask a question in the psychology class, Dalal rejoiced along with her.
Leah
. Such a pretty name. Nadirah had followed her from class and worked up the nerve to talk to her. This girl Leah had said she couldn't help at first. But Nadirah called her again at the help line and Leah had finally changed her mind. They'd met secretly a few times at the Sunshine Bakery, not far from campus but far enough to be away from prying eyes. They'd been careful though. They sat at different tables and pretended not to know each other when customers came into the shop.

They'd come up with a plan. And now Leah Sampson would bring them to Nadirah.

Dalal heard her mother's footsteps heavy on the stairs and stuffed the book under her pillow before the door opened. She didn't question her mother's sixth sense when it came to sniffing out lying. Her mother was always suspicious. If only she knew that this time it was with reason.

“I'm going to have my bath now and then am going to bed,” her mother said, her eyes darting around the room and back to Dalal's face. “It's been a long day and I'm tired.” Under her arm, she held her silk pajamas and faded flower robe with the big pockets.

“Can I see Meeza?” Dalal asked. She knew her mother would wonder if she didn't ask. “I'm worried. She hasn't even left her room to go to the bathroom.”

“Your sister's fine. I have a pot in her room for that.”

“Yuck.”

“She's too weak to make it to the toilet. A few more days and she won't be infectious.”

“Maybe she should see a doctor.”

“Meeza has a virus, nothing more. Her temperature has come down and the fever has broken. I'm checking on her now. You can see her when she's better.”

Her mother pulled the door closed. Dalal jumped from the bed and listened with her ear against the door. She heard the key scrape in the lock to Meeza's room and then the rise and fall of her sister's voice, pleading to be let out. Her mother's voice rose in an angry hiss before the door to Meeza's room slammed shut.

Dalal had racked her brain for two days, trying to figure out how to get Meeza out of her room without anyone knowing. Without fail, her mother had locked Meeza in after every visit and kept the key with her at all times. She never left the house. Meeza would be turned over to Mr. Khan on the weekend and escape was getting more and more hopeless.

Just before eleven o'clock Dalal heard her father climb the stairs and enter her parents' bedroom. She crept across the floor to her bedroom door and opened it a crack. The bedsprings creaked when he lay down next to her mother. She listened to him toss and turn for a full five minutes before he got comfortable and silence spread down the hallway to Dalal's sentry post.

She looked toward Ghazi's room. A light was on under his door. He'd come home around ten and talked to her father before going into his room. The music was beating through the wall so the chance of him hearing her walk across the carpet was slim. For practice, Dalal walked as silently as she could in bare feet to the bathroom to brush her teeth while she worked up the nerve to slip into her parents' room to find the key. The thought of what her mother would do to her if she caught her sent a long shiver down the length of her back.

The bathroom smelled of rosewater from her mother's recent soak in the tub. Dalal brushed her teeth and placed her toothbrush back in the holder. She swung the door shut with her foot to sit on the toilet while she bought herself some time. Lifting her skirt, she sat on the toilet seat and rested her elbows on her thighs with her chin resting on her bent fingers. She finished peeing and looked up. Her eyes widened. She froze at the possibility hanging before her on the back of the door.

Her mother's flowered housecoat.

She took a moment to still her heart and suck in her breath.
Please, please, please
. She lowered her skirt and washed her hands. Gently, gently, she crossed to the door. Her right hand reached into the first pocket and her fingertips searched.
Nothing.
She held her breath and regrouped. Her hand snaked into the remaining pocket. This time her hand brushed against a hard object and victoriously wrapped around the key to Meeza's room.

Dalal scooted back to her room and shut the door. Her knapsack was packed in the closet and she grabbed it and retrieved Nadirah's diary from under her pillow. She ran across the room and searched her desk for anything she'd missed that might come in handy. She stashed away her comb and some loose change from the top drawer and raced over to the door to her room.

Slow down,
she ordered herself with her hand on the doorknob.
Don't blow this chance.
She leaned an ear against the door and listened. Ghazi had turned off his music and was either going to sleep or waiting for her to make a move. The question was, which? She crouched on the floor and opened her door a crack. The light was off under his door. Was he watching and listening in the dark like her? Well, she would outwait him.

Dalal rested against the wall in the shadows and checked her watch. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour, crept by. She dozed. The night's silence drew her in like ether and she fell into a deep, dark slumber. The minutes, then hours ticked by.

When her eyes snapped open, the room had lightened slightly and a tidal wave of terror rushed through her. She grabbed the knapsack from the floor and scrambled to her feet. The time for caution was long past. She stepped into the hall and made it across the landing to Meeza's door. As silently as she could, she jiggled the key in the lock until the tumbler clicked. She didn't even chance a look down the hallway. She closed the door after her and found her way to Meeza's bedside. Her sister was curled into herself under the covers, her face troubled even in sleep. Dalal clasped one hand over Meeza's mouth and shook her shoulder until her eyes opened as wide as silver dollars.

“It's me, Meeza. I've come to take you out of here. Will you come with me? You'll have to be quiet as a mouse.”

At Meeza's nodding head, Dalal released her hand from her mouth. The emptiness in Meeza's eyes frightened her and she rubbed Meeza's cheek gently with the back of her knuckles. “Where's your bag?” Dalal stared with dismay at the luggage near the closet. “Put on your skirt and a T-shirt. We'll buy you some clothes when we find Nadirah. You can bring Boo.”

Meeza nodded again and got out of bed. She crossed to the suitcase and took out the clothes on top. Dalal helped her change before handing Meeza her teddy bear. Meeza clasped him close under one arm with her hand near her face. She put her thumb into her mouth and took Dalal's hand with her other. She hadn't said a word the entire time.

They made it down the stairs and outside just as the grandfather clock in the living room struck five o'clock. They had a few hours to make their escape before their mother would notice them gone. Dalal knew a place where they could hide until she felt safe enough to call for help.

W
olf
got to the help line just after Mark. He'd decided that he might as well give Mark a few hours while he waited for the okay from the police to leave town. Answering calls might take his mind off the drunken black hole he'd wallowed in since Leah died. It was past time he pulled himself together.

“Thanks for coming in, man,” Mark said. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he wore tan khakis and a white shirt. “I'm interviewing people today and wasn't sure how I was going to swing it.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Wolf steered away from Leah's chair and sat at Jucinda's desk.

“Java?” Mark lifted the coffeepot skyward and Wolf nodded. Another cup might chase away the beer fog.

“Been to see Gail?” Wolf asked, taking the mug from Mark.

Mark leaned against the desk and sipped on his coffee before answering. “Nate went over with some flowers but didn't get in. They have a cop on the door. Family only, or at least it was when he went. You?”

“Thinking about it. I was kind of waiting until they don't think I was the one who beat her up.”

“I hear you, man, but none of us seriously thinks you did it. The cops'll come around. That Stonechild's been hanging here a lot. I expect she'll be back soon.”

“Great.”

Wolf took a few calls but the line was quieter than usual. He thought word had gotten around that the place was jinxed.

Mark exited his office at ten. “I'm just heading to the deli for a sandwich. Want anything?”

Wolf looked up from the
Psychology Today
magazine he was flipping through. “No thanks. I'll grab something when Nate shows up at two.”

“Good enough.”

After Mark had been gone twenty minutes, Wolf took a chance and went to the washroom. The phone was ringing when he got back and he dashed across the room. He picked it up and was relieved not to hear a dial tone.

“Help line,” he said, catching his breath. “What can I do for you?”

“I have to speak to Leah Sampson.”

The voice was a girl's, older than twelve, but not by much. Wolf lowered himself onto the chair, gripping tightly onto the receiver. “Did Leah give you her name?”

“Nadirah.”

“Excuse me?”

“My sister, Nadirah gave me her name. Can I speak to Leah, please?”

“Are Nadirah and Leah friends?”

There was silence on the other end of the line and Wolf feared he'd lost her. He had to keep talking. “I'm Leah's boyfriend. She's not here today, but she asked me to look after her callers. Can I help you with anything?” He leaned onto his knees and strained to understand what this caller asking for Leah could mean. How could this girl know her name? Was this part of the puzzle that had led to Leah's murder?

“We need to find Nadirah. Leah knows where she is. Nadirah said if we were in trouble to call Leah at this number.”

“Leah knows where she is.” He echoed her words, giving non-judgmental, positive reinforcement as trained. He had no idea what he was wading into.

“Can you come get us?” Her voice wavered. The fear was stark.

“Of course I can. Where are you?” He spoke gently, keeping the urgency from his voice.

She'd covered the mouthpiece and he heard her talking to someone. She released her hand. “We're at the Frontenac Mall. Near the Harvey's.” More talking to someone and then her voice, stronger. “What's your name?”

“Wolf. They call me Wolf. I'm tall with dark brown hair and a beard. I'm wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with red flowers embroidered under the collar.” Silence again. He needed to convince her. “Leah would want me to help you. She'd want to make sure you're safe.”

The long silence again before the girl said at last, “Please come.”

“I don't know your name. How will I know who you are?”

“You don't need to know. We'll find you.”

The phone went dead in his hand. He leaped up and started toward the door before remembering he was alone. “Damn!” He returned to the desk while hitting Mark's number on his cellphone. The phone went directly to voicemail. “Have to leave, Mark. An emergency. Get back right away.”

He snapped the phone shut and found a pen and paper to leave Mark a note as added insurance. The guy was due back any minute and the place would be safe until then. The phones had been quiet and hopefully nobody needing help would call in the next ten minutes. If Mark made a stink later, Wolf would deal with it.

Kala waited at the top of the crest of land for Taiku. He'd run the length of the beach and swum in the lake but disappeared into the underbrush when he realized they were heading back to the cottage. It was his old trick to gain time outside. Kala couldn't blame him. She'd been putting in long days and he'd been shut up alone in a stranger's house. She checked her watch. Twenty more minutes wouldn't hurt anything.

She found a lichen-encrusted slab of rock and sat down to wait. A white mist hung over the water. Gulls circled overhead, their shrill call breaking the morning silence. The breeze had died down and the lake was still. She couldn't see much past the shoreline and felt alone and cocooned in a foggy netherworld. Her navy pullover was enough to keep the chill out once she tightened the hood over her head and tucked her hands into the pockets. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind, letting the morning peace seep into her being.

Taiku finally darted out of the bush just as she thought it was time to go in search. He stood in front of her with tongue hanging to one side of its mouth and tail down. A leaf and twig had entangled themselves in his fur.

“Got that out of your system, then?” she asked. She called him to come and knelt down to remove the debris. She slung an arm around his neck. “When these cases are over, I promise we'll go on a canoe trip. We've both earned one.”

Back in the house, she fed him and went upstairs to change for work. Her cellphone rang as she finished braiding her hair. She checked the number before answering.

“Ray?”

“Hey, Kala. Good to hear your voice. I guess you know why I'm calling.”

“Lily?”

“Yup. She showed up here at Birdtail with that con Gil Valiquette she's hooked up with and her daughter Dawn, oh 'bout twenty-four hours ago. I tried to talk her into going to the cops, but she wasn't having any of it. She always was more bull-headed than was good for her.”

“It's not really any of my business, Ray. Lily made that clear when she took off without leaving a forwarding address.” Kala didn't quite succeed in keeping the bitterness from her voice.

Ray was silent for a moment before saying, “I could talk your ear off about why that girl runs away from people who care about her. You of all people oughta know. She's in trouble and she's dragging that girl Dawn down with her.”

Kala considered what he said. His concern overrode her resolve not to get involved. “What do you want me to do? Are they still there with you?”

“Nah, they headed west to Calgary before light. They were gone when I woke up. I was scared to call you with Valiquette watching me the entire time they were here. I was hoping you had some contacts who might intervene, you know, unofficially. The guy she's with is a first-class loser and I'd like to see him locked up. She's scared of him.”

“She said that?”

“No, but I could tell from the way he spoke to her that there's a problem. She kept trying to keep Dawn away from him. The man is trouble through and through.”

“They robbed a liquor store with a gun, Ray. They took hostages, which raises this crime into another category altogether. I got a call a few days ago.”

“Shit. I knew it had to be something like that. He's behind it, Kala. Lily wouldn't do anything like that. Not with Dawn to look after. I know Lily's been trying to turn her life around, but this guy is pulling her back down. Can you help?”

“I'm not promising anything, but I can try. She'll still be charged once the police catch up with them, but the court will have to look at her entire history. That should count in her favour, having such a lousy childhood and all.”
And they'd never find out the half.

“Well, that's all I can ask. If she calls, I'll let her know you're working things from your end. Maybe if she sees a way out …”

“You can give her my cell number. I'll do what I can.”

“Thanks, kid. And how about you? Doing okay down there in Kingston?”

“Yeah. I'm doing okay. Not sure if I'm going to stay here into the winter, but I'm working on a few cases for Rouleau and will see them through. Speaking of which, I'd better get a move on.”

“Well, talk to you soon, then. Let me know if you hear anything from Lily.”

“Take care, Ray.”

Kala leaned against the doorframe and looked out the kitchen window without seeing anything. She felt an urgency to drop everything here and go rescue Lily and Dawn from this man who had Lily under his thumb. If only she hadn't gotten so deeply involved in the Leah Sampson murder case. The best she could do now was to call Shannon in the Dryden OPP office and get her to use her contacts in Calgary to help out. Shannon had cop friends in every city and most towns across the country. The important next step would be to get Lily and Dawn away from this guy.

Kala slammed the palm of her hand against the wall. “Damn. Damn. Damn, Lily. Why do you keep messing up?”

She pulled her cell out of her pocket and opened the address book to find Shannon's number. She tried to ignore the flicker of hope that she'd be reunited with Lily and Dawn when this was over. That was a road that would likely lead to more heartache. Still, knowing that Lily might have had little choice but to leave Ottawa without saying goodbye meant she could have misread the situation.

That could count for something.

Kala found a parking spot across the street from the University Help Line. It was later than she'd meant, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that Mark Withers was going to have the girl call her cellphone if she decided to make contact. Kala had to concede that the odds of a call were diminishing with every day that passed.

She got out of the truck and locked the door. Two cars passed by before she was able to dash across the road. She reached the sidewalk when the help line front door burst open. Wolf was halfway down the stairs before he saw her.

“I'm glad you're here,” he said. “I got a call from some kid who was asking for Leah and I'm on my way to meet her.”

“I've been waiting for her to call again. Didn't Mark tell you?”

“No. He must have forgotten. I'm off to meet her now at the food court in the Frontenac Mall, although it sounds like she's got somebody else with her.”

Kala waved him off. “Thanks for the information, but you can stand down. I'll be going alone.” She turned and took a step away from him.

“You need me,” Wolf yelled above the rumble of a passing truck.

“Excuse me?” Kala half-turned and squinted up at him. The angle of the sun hurt her eyes as she tried to make out his features through beams of light.

“She's expecting to see a man of my description. She sounded jumpy and I doubt she'll show herself except to me.”

Kala hesitated. This kid was scared and could run. Wolf moved down two steps closer.

“You need me,” he said again. “Admit it. You can't make contact alone.”

It was crazy to bring along a civilian, who was still considered a murder suspect. Things could turn ugly real fast. Still, her options weren't all that plentiful and time was ticking. There was only one choice really.

“We'll take my truck,” she said, scowling up at him. She turned her back and began walking. “Get a move on,” she tossed over her shoulder. “I don't want them bolting before we get there.”