Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(104)

He didn’t see to the call of nature in nature.

He did it there.

And he did it there because he didn’t want anyone to find it elsewhere.

His fear of discovery was so great, he lived with his own shit.

He lived with his own goddamned shit.

Chace moved his beam across the dirt along the wall.

There were three other piles, dirt loose on top, small mounds.

Fucking shit, he’d been there awhile.

Fucking shit, he’d been there awhile.

“Jesus Christ,” Chace whispered.

“Brother, he’s safe now, got sweet sittin’ right beside his hospital bed,” Deck said quietly from beside him.

“Jesus Christ,” Chace repeated.

“I f**ked up with the homeless guy, I gotta let that go and Chace, man, you gotta work past this and let it go,” Deck went on.

Chace stared at the hole.

Deck was silent, giving him his moment.

Then he stopped being silent.

“Do not let CPS get their hands on this kid,” Deck whispered.

Chace nodded, his eyes still on that f**king hole.

“Whatever drove him to this desperation, do not set his ass in the system,” Deck went on and Chace turned, cutting his eyes to his friend.

“He’s not goin’ into the system.”

Deck held his gaze.

Then he nodded.

Chace’s phone rang and he pulled it out as he walked around Deck and got the f**k out of that shed.

Once he was breathing clean air again, he took the call and put it to his ear.

“Keaton.”

“Chace, Silas,” Silas replied. “Listen, son, visiting hours are over and they made Sondra and Faye leave the room. Sondra’s got Faye in her Cherokee, we talked her into leavin’. Nothin’ she can do sittin’ in the waiting room and whatever she can do tomorrow she’ll do it better if she gets a little rest. We’re takin’ her home.”

“Right,” Chace muttered.

Silas said nothing.

“I’m still at the shed, Silas,” Chace told him when this silence stretched.

“Okay, son, but you didn’t answer my question,” Silas stated.

Chace blinked.

What question?

“Sorry, didn’t catch the question.”

“We’re takin’ Faye home.”

“Got that.”

“Son, I need to know which home we’re takin’ her to.”

Jesus.

Was the church deacon Dad of the virgin girlfriend he’d deflowered asking him which bed he wanted to sleep in with his daughter that night?

“Yours or hers?” Silas continued.

Fucking hell, he was.

Chace quickly processed this and the question and figured Faye would want familiarity around her.

“Faye’s,” he told Silas.

“Right. You gonna be long?”

“I’m leaving in five, trek to Sioux is about ten minutes, bit more and then I’ll be there a couple minutes after that.”

“Right. We’re idling, ready to leave now. We’ll probably arrive around the same time. See you there. If you get hung up, see you tomorrow.”

Tomorrow?

He didn’t ask.

He just said, “Right, Silas.”

“If I’m not there when you get there,” Silas continued, his voice soft. “See to my girl. Like her Momma, Faye is, in a lotta ways and not just hair and temper. She can stand strong through a lot of shit, son. So strong you won’t even know inside she’s sufferin’. But inside, she’s sufferin’. And now is one of those times. You gettin’ me?”

There it was. The reason Silas Goodknight didn’t mind Chace sleeping beside his daughter.

“I’m getting you, Silas,” Chace replied quietly.

“I reckon you are,” he muttered then, “’Bye, Chace.”

“Later, Silas.”

Chace disconnected.

Deck, Terry and Dave got close but it was Dave who spoke.

“What do you want done with the shit in there?”

“You take pictures?” Chace asked.

“Yeah, about a hundred of ‘em,” Terry answered.

“Good,” Chace said on a jerk of his chin. “The milk crates, the books, bring them back to the Station. Careful with those books. Keep them as they are however you gotta do that. I’ll come and get them when he can have them at the hospital and I want him to have them as he keeps them. Yeah?”

Dave gave him a nod and a, “Yeah.”

Chace looked at Deck. “I gotta get to Faye. They’ve left the hospital.”

“Right, Chace. I’ll help the boys here with the kid’s stuff.”

Chace nodded, gave a chin dip to Dave and Terry then turned back the way he and Deck came.

He walked through the dark, quiet night, the moon silvering the snow, the trees shadows, the only sound his boots crunching through the icy ground cover.

But the only thing he saw was the inside of that shed.

And he still smelled it.

He needed Faye.

Deck was right and he was wrong. He couldn’t use the thought of her to get past what he saw.

He needed her.

And Malachi, whoever the f**k he was, needed everything.