Rising Tides
Page 73
She checked the clock, measured time. She wanted to be finished and gone before Ethan came in from work. Despite the purging wrought by labor, there was a small, simmering ember of anger still burning in her heart. She knew herself well enough to understand that it would take very little to fan it to full flame. If she fought with him, if she said even a portion of the things that had careened through her head over the last few days, they would never be able to be civil again, much less friends. She wouldn't force the Quinns to take sides. And she wouldn't risk putting her precious and vital relationship with Seth at risk because two adults in his life couldn't mind their tempers.
"I won't lose my job over it, either," she muttered as she went to work on the countertops. "Just because he can't see what he's throwing out of his life."
She hissed out a breath, scooped her fingers through her hair, which the heat and her exertion had dampened at the temples. And calmed herself by giving the drip pans on the ancient range a good scouring.
When the phone rang, she snatched it up without thinking. "Hello?"
"Anna Quinn?"
Grace glanced out the window, saw Anna puttering happily among the back garden. "No, I'll—"
"I got something to say to you, bitch."
Grace stopped, two steps from the screen door. "What?"
"This is Gloria DeLauter. Who the hell do you think you are, threatening me?"
"I'm not—"
"I got rights. Do you hear me? I got f**king rights. The old man made a deal with me, and if you and your bastard husband and his bastard brothers don't live up to it, you're the ones who'll be sorry." The voice wasn't just hard and harsh, Grace realized. It was manic, the words shooting out so fast that one ran into the back of the other. This was Seth's mother, she thought as more abuse rang in her ear. The woman who'd hurt him, who frightened him. Who'd taken money for him. Sold him.
She wasn't aware that she had twisted the phone cord around her hand, that it was so tightly wrapped it bit into the flesh. Struggling for calm, she took a deep breath. "Miss DeLauter, you're making a mistake."
"You're the one who made the goddamn mistake, sending me that f**king letter instead of the money you owe me. You f**kingowe me. You think I'm scared 'cause you're some ass**le social worker. I don't give a shit if you're the goddamn Queen of goddamn England. The old man's dead, and if you want things to stay like they are you're going to deal with me. You think you can hold me off with words on paper? You're not going to stop me if I decide to come back and take that boy."
"You're wrong," Grace heard herself say, but her voice sounded far away, echoing in her head.
"He's my flesh and blood and I got a right to take what's mine."
"Try it." Rage tore through her like a storm surge. "You'll never put your hands on him again."
"I can do what I like with what's mine."
"He's not yours. You sold him. Now he's ours, and you're never going to get near him."
"He'll do what the hell I tell him to do. He knows he'll pay for it otherwise."
"You make one move toward him, I'll take you apart myself. Nothing you've done to him, however monstrous, is close to what I'll do to you. When I'm finished, they'll barely have enough left to scrape up and toss in a cell. That's just where you'll go for child abuse, neglect, assault, prostitution, and whatever it is they call a mother who sells her child to men for sex."
"What kind of lies has that brat been telling? I never laid a finger on him."
"Shut up. You shut the hell up." She'd lost track, mixed Seth's mother and Ethan's into one woman. One monster. "I know what you did to him, and there isn't a cage dark enough to lock you in to suit me. But I'll find one, and I'll shove you in it myself if you come near him again."
"I just want money." There was a wheedle in the voice now, both sly and a little scared. "Just some money to help me through. You've got plenty."
"I don't have anything for you but contempt. You stay away from here, and you stay away from that child, or you'll be the one who pays."
"You better think again. You just better think again." There was a muffled sound, then the clink of ice against glass. "You're no better than me. I'm not afraid of you."
"You should be afraid. You should be terrified."
"I'm… I'm not finished with this. I'm not done."
The click of the disconnect was loud. "Maybe not," Grace said in a soft and dangerous voice. "But neither am I."
"Gloria DeLauter," Anna murmured. She stood just on the other side of the screen door, where she'd been for the last two minutes.
"I don't think she's human. If she'd been here, if she'd been in this room, I'd have had my hands around her throat. I'd have choked her like an animal." She began to shake now, fury and reaction crashing against each other inside her. "I'd have killed her. Or tried."
"I know how it feels. It's hard to think about someone like her as a person and not a thing." Anna pushed the door open, her eyes on Grace. She would never have expected to see that white-hot rage in such a mild-tempered woman. "I see it all too often in my work, but I never get used to it."
"She was foul." Grace shuddered. "She thought I was you when I answered the phone. I tried to tell her at first, but she wouldn't listen. She just shouted and threatened and swore. I couldn't let her get away with it. I couldn't stand it. I'm sorry."
"It's all right. From the end of the conversation I could hear, I'd say you handled it. You want to sit down?"
"No, I can't. I can't sit." She shut her eyes, but still only saw that blinding red haze. "Anna, she said she'd come back and get Seth if you didn't give her money."
"That's not going to happen." Anna moved to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of wine. "I'm going to pour you a glass of this. You're going to drink it, slowly, while I get my notebook. Then I want you to try to tell me what she said, as close as possible to exactly what she said. Can you do that?"
"I can. I can remember."
"I won't lose my job over it, either," she muttered as she went to work on the countertops. "Just because he can't see what he's throwing out of his life."
She hissed out a breath, scooped her fingers through her hair, which the heat and her exertion had dampened at the temples. And calmed herself by giving the drip pans on the ancient range a good scouring.
When the phone rang, she snatched it up without thinking. "Hello?"
"Anna Quinn?"
Grace glanced out the window, saw Anna puttering happily among the back garden. "No, I'll—"
"I got something to say to you, bitch."
Grace stopped, two steps from the screen door. "What?"
"This is Gloria DeLauter. Who the hell do you think you are, threatening me?"
"I'm not—"
"I got rights. Do you hear me? I got f**king rights. The old man made a deal with me, and if you and your bastard husband and his bastard brothers don't live up to it, you're the ones who'll be sorry." The voice wasn't just hard and harsh, Grace realized. It was manic, the words shooting out so fast that one ran into the back of the other. This was Seth's mother, she thought as more abuse rang in her ear. The woman who'd hurt him, who frightened him. Who'd taken money for him. Sold him.
She wasn't aware that she had twisted the phone cord around her hand, that it was so tightly wrapped it bit into the flesh. Struggling for calm, she took a deep breath. "Miss DeLauter, you're making a mistake."
"You're the one who made the goddamn mistake, sending me that f**king letter instead of the money you owe me. You f**kingowe me. You think I'm scared 'cause you're some ass**le social worker. I don't give a shit if you're the goddamn Queen of goddamn England. The old man's dead, and if you want things to stay like they are you're going to deal with me. You think you can hold me off with words on paper? You're not going to stop me if I decide to come back and take that boy."
"You're wrong," Grace heard herself say, but her voice sounded far away, echoing in her head.
"He's my flesh and blood and I got a right to take what's mine."
"Try it." Rage tore through her like a storm surge. "You'll never put your hands on him again."
"I can do what I like with what's mine."
"He's not yours. You sold him. Now he's ours, and you're never going to get near him."
"He'll do what the hell I tell him to do. He knows he'll pay for it otherwise."
"You make one move toward him, I'll take you apart myself. Nothing you've done to him, however monstrous, is close to what I'll do to you. When I'm finished, they'll barely have enough left to scrape up and toss in a cell. That's just where you'll go for child abuse, neglect, assault, prostitution, and whatever it is they call a mother who sells her child to men for sex."
"What kind of lies has that brat been telling? I never laid a finger on him."
"Shut up. You shut the hell up." She'd lost track, mixed Seth's mother and Ethan's into one woman. One monster. "I know what you did to him, and there isn't a cage dark enough to lock you in to suit me. But I'll find one, and I'll shove you in it myself if you come near him again."
"I just want money." There was a wheedle in the voice now, both sly and a little scared. "Just some money to help me through. You've got plenty."
"I don't have anything for you but contempt. You stay away from here, and you stay away from that child, or you'll be the one who pays."
"You better think again. You just better think again." There was a muffled sound, then the clink of ice against glass. "You're no better than me. I'm not afraid of you."
"You should be afraid. You should be terrified."
"I'm… I'm not finished with this. I'm not done."
The click of the disconnect was loud. "Maybe not," Grace said in a soft and dangerous voice. "But neither am I."
"Gloria DeLauter," Anna murmured. She stood just on the other side of the screen door, where she'd been for the last two minutes.
"I don't think she's human. If she'd been here, if she'd been in this room, I'd have had my hands around her throat. I'd have choked her like an animal." She began to shake now, fury and reaction crashing against each other inside her. "I'd have killed her. Or tried."
"I know how it feels. It's hard to think about someone like her as a person and not a thing." Anna pushed the door open, her eyes on Grace. She would never have expected to see that white-hot rage in such a mild-tempered woman. "I see it all too often in my work, but I never get used to it."
"She was foul." Grace shuddered. "She thought I was you when I answered the phone. I tried to tell her at first, but she wouldn't listen. She just shouted and threatened and swore. I couldn't let her get away with it. I couldn't stand it. I'm sorry."
"It's all right. From the end of the conversation I could hear, I'd say you handled it. You want to sit down?"
"No, I can't. I can't sit." She shut her eyes, but still only saw that blinding red haze. "Anna, she said she'd come back and get Seth if you didn't give her money."
"That's not going to happen." Anna moved to the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of wine. "I'm going to pour you a glass of this. You're going to drink it, slowly, while I get my notebook. Then I want you to try to tell me what she said, as close as possible to exactly what she said. Can you do that?"
"I can. I can remember."
