Rising Tides
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"Let's see her try to get through us to lay hands on Seth."
"She was pretty careful how she worded things," Ethan commented as he scanned the letter again.
"Doesn't make it less of a threat, but she's not stupid."
"She's greedy," Phillip put in. "If she's already angling for more after what Dad paid her, she's testing the depth of the well."
"She sees you as her source now," Anna agreed. "And there's no predicting what she'll do if she knows that source isn't easily tapped." Pausing, she pressed her fingers to her temples, ordered herself to think.
"If she comes back into the county and attempts to make contact with Seth, I can have her detained, legally barred—at least temporarily—from direct contact with him. You have guardianship. And Seth is old enough to speak for himself. The question is, will he?"
She lifted her hands, frustrated, let them fall. "He's told me very little about his life before he came here. I'll need specifics in order to block any custody attempt on her part."
"He doesn't want her. And she doesn't want him." Ethan resisted, barely, crumpling the letter into a ball and heaving it. "Unless he's worth the price of another fix. She let her Johns try for him." Anna shifted to face him, kept her eyes calm and direct on his. "Did Seth tell you that? Did he tell you there had been sexual abuse and she'd been a party to it?"
"He told me enough." Ethan's mouth went hard and grim. "And it's up to him if he wants to tell anybody else and see it put in some goddamn county report."
"Ethan." Anna laid a hand on his rigid arm. "I love him, too. I only want to help him."
"I know." He stepped back because the anger was too fierce and too likely to spew on everyone. "I'm sorry, but there are times the system makes it worse. Makes you feel like you're being swallowed up." He struggled to block out the echo of pain. "He's going to know he's got us, with or without any system, to stand with him."
"The lawyer needs to know she made contact." Phillip took the letter from Ethan, folded it, and tucked it back into the envelope. "And we have to decide how we're going to handle it. My first impulse is to go down to Virginia Beach, dig her out of her hole, and tell her in a way she'd understand just what's going to happen to her if she comes within fifty miles of Seth."
"Threatening her won't help…" Anna began.
"But it would feel damn good." Cam bared his teeth. "Let me do it."
"On the other hand," Phillip continued, "I think it might be very effective—and look very good if it ever comes to a legal battle—if our pal Gloria got an official letter from Seth's caseworker. Outlining the status, the options, and the conclusions reached. Contacting or attempting to contact a birth mother who may be rethinking giving up custody of her child—a child who's in your files—would come within the parameters of your job, wouldn't it, Anna?"
She mulled it over, knowing it was a fine line and expert balance would be required to walk it. "I can't threaten her. But… I may be able to make her stop and think. But the big question is, do we tell Seth?"
"He's afraid of her," Cam murmured. "Damn it, the kid's just starting to relax, to believe he's safe. Why do we have to tell him she's poking her finger back into his life?"
"Because he's got a right to know." Ethan spoke quietly. His temper had leveled off, and he was able to think clearly again. "He's got a right to know what he might have to fight. If you know what's after you, you've got a better chance. And because," he added, "the letter was addressed to the Quinns. He's one of us."
"I'd rather burn it," Phillip muttered. "But you're right."
"We'll all tell him," Cam agreed.
"I'd like to do the talking."
Both Cam and Phillip stared at Ethan. "You would?"
"He might take it easier from me." He looked over as Seth came through the door. "So let's find out."
"Mother Crawford put on extra hot fudge. Man, she just poured it on. There's about a million tourists up on the waterfront, and…"
His excited chatter trailed off. His eyes went from gleeful to wary. Inside his chest, his heart began to drum. He recognized trouble, bad trouble. It had its own smell. "What's the deal?" Anna took the large bag from him and turned to set the plastic-topped dishes of ice cream out. "Why don't you sit down, Seth?"
"I don't need to sit down." It was easier to get a head start running if you were already on your feet.
"There was a letter came today." It was best, Ethan knew, if hard news was delivered fast and clean.
"From your mother."
"She's here?" The fear was back, sharp as a scalpel. Seth took one quick step in retreat, going stiff as a board when Cam laid a hand on his shoulder.
"No, she's not here. But we are. You remember that."
Seth shuddered once, then planted his feet. "What the hell did she want? Why's she sending letters? I don't want to see it."
"Then you don't have to," Anna assured him. "Why don't you let Ethan explain, then we'll talk about what we're going to do."
"She knows Ray's dead," Ethan began. "I gotta figure she's known right along, but she's taken her time getting to it."
"He gave her money." Seth swallowed hard to gulp down the fear. Quinns weren't afraid, he told himself. They weren't afraid of anything. "She took off. She doesn't care that he's dead."
"I don't suppose she does, but she's hoping for more money. That's what the letter's about."
"She wants me to pay her?" Fresh and bright fear exploded in Seth's brain. "I don't have any money. What's she writing to me for money for?"
"She wasn't writing to you."
Seth took a ragged breath and concentrated on Ethan's face. The eyes were clear and patient, the mouth firm and serious. Ethan knew, was all he could think. Ethan knew what it was like. He knew about the rooms, the smells, the fat hands in the dark.
"She wants you to pay her." Part of him wanted to beg them to do it. To pay her whatever she wanted. He would swear in blood that he would do anything they asked of him for the rest of his life to honor the debt.
"She was pretty careful how she worded things," Ethan commented as he scanned the letter again.
"Doesn't make it less of a threat, but she's not stupid."
"She's greedy," Phillip put in. "If she's already angling for more after what Dad paid her, she's testing the depth of the well."
"She sees you as her source now," Anna agreed. "And there's no predicting what she'll do if she knows that source isn't easily tapped." Pausing, she pressed her fingers to her temples, ordered herself to think.
"If she comes back into the county and attempts to make contact with Seth, I can have her detained, legally barred—at least temporarily—from direct contact with him. You have guardianship. And Seth is old enough to speak for himself. The question is, will he?"
She lifted her hands, frustrated, let them fall. "He's told me very little about his life before he came here. I'll need specifics in order to block any custody attempt on her part."
"He doesn't want her. And she doesn't want him." Ethan resisted, barely, crumpling the letter into a ball and heaving it. "Unless he's worth the price of another fix. She let her Johns try for him." Anna shifted to face him, kept her eyes calm and direct on his. "Did Seth tell you that? Did he tell you there had been sexual abuse and she'd been a party to it?"
"He told me enough." Ethan's mouth went hard and grim. "And it's up to him if he wants to tell anybody else and see it put in some goddamn county report."
"Ethan." Anna laid a hand on his rigid arm. "I love him, too. I only want to help him."
"I know." He stepped back because the anger was too fierce and too likely to spew on everyone. "I'm sorry, but there are times the system makes it worse. Makes you feel like you're being swallowed up." He struggled to block out the echo of pain. "He's going to know he's got us, with or without any system, to stand with him."
"The lawyer needs to know she made contact." Phillip took the letter from Ethan, folded it, and tucked it back into the envelope. "And we have to decide how we're going to handle it. My first impulse is to go down to Virginia Beach, dig her out of her hole, and tell her in a way she'd understand just what's going to happen to her if she comes within fifty miles of Seth."
"Threatening her won't help…" Anna began.
"But it would feel damn good." Cam bared his teeth. "Let me do it."
"On the other hand," Phillip continued, "I think it might be very effective—and look very good if it ever comes to a legal battle—if our pal Gloria got an official letter from Seth's caseworker. Outlining the status, the options, and the conclusions reached. Contacting or attempting to contact a birth mother who may be rethinking giving up custody of her child—a child who's in your files—would come within the parameters of your job, wouldn't it, Anna?"
She mulled it over, knowing it was a fine line and expert balance would be required to walk it. "I can't threaten her. But… I may be able to make her stop and think. But the big question is, do we tell Seth?"
"He's afraid of her," Cam murmured. "Damn it, the kid's just starting to relax, to believe he's safe. Why do we have to tell him she's poking her finger back into his life?"
"Because he's got a right to know." Ethan spoke quietly. His temper had leveled off, and he was able to think clearly again. "He's got a right to know what he might have to fight. If you know what's after you, you've got a better chance. And because," he added, "the letter was addressed to the Quinns. He's one of us."
"I'd rather burn it," Phillip muttered. "But you're right."
"We'll all tell him," Cam agreed.
"I'd like to do the talking."
Both Cam and Phillip stared at Ethan. "You would?"
"He might take it easier from me." He looked over as Seth came through the door. "So let's find out."
"Mother Crawford put on extra hot fudge. Man, she just poured it on. There's about a million tourists up on the waterfront, and…"
His excited chatter trailed off. His eyes went from gleeful to wary. Inside his chest, his heart began to drum. He recognized trouble, bad trouble. It had its own smell. "What's the deal?" Anna took the large bag from him and turned to set the plastic-topped dishes of ice cream out. "Why don't you sit down, Seth?"
"I don't need to sit down." It was easier to get a head start running if you were already on your feet.
"There was a letter came today." It was best, Ethan knew, if hard news was delivered fast and clean.
"From your mother."
"She's here?" The fear was back, sharp as a scalpel. Seth took one quick step in retreat, going stiff as a board when Cam laid a hand on his shoulder.
"No, she's not here. But we are. You remember that."
Seth shuddered once, then planted his feet. "What the hell did she want? Why's she sending letters? I don't want to see it."
"Then you don't have to," Anna assured him. "Why don't you let Ethan explain, then we'll talk about what we're going to do."
"She knows Ray's dead," Ethan began. "I gotta figure she's known right along, but she's taken her time getting to it."
"He gave her money." Seth swallowed hard to gulp down the fear. Quinns weren't afraid, he told himself. They weren't afraid of anything. "She took off. She doesn't care that he's dead."
"I don't suppose she does, but she's hoping for more money. That's what the letter's about."
"She wants me to pay her?" Fresh and bright fear exploded in Seth's brain. "I don't have any money. What's she writing to me for money for?"
"She wasn't writing to you."
Seth took a ragged breath and concentrated on Ethan's face. The eyes were clear and patient, the mouth firm and serious. Ethan knew, was all he could think. Ethan knew what it was like. He knew about the rooms, the smells, the fat hands in the dark.
"She wants you to pay her." Part of him wanted to beg them to do it. To pay her whatever she wanted. He would swear in blood that he would do anything they asked of him for the rest of his life to honor the debt.
