Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(105)

“If you’re trying to make things better, you’re going about it the wrong way.” She wouldn’t let him watch her fall apart, so she turned away and headed for the kitchen, only to have him follow her.

“Just listen. I don’t know if it was the shock of what I’d done, or . . . For the first time, I felt as if I were really seeing him. Only him. Not Jamie.”

“Gabe, leave me alone, will you?”

“Rach . . .”

“Please. I’ll meet you at the drive-in at six.”

He didn’t say anything, and, finally, she heard him walk away.

She packed up everything she and Edward owned and loaded it into the Escort. As she pulled away from Annie’s cottage, she swallowed her tears. This small cottage had been a symbol of everything she’d dreamed about, and now she was leaving it behind.

At her side, Edward groped for Horse, and when he didn’t find his old companion, chewed on his thumb instead.

Rachel called Lisa Scudder from Kristy’s condo and got the name of a reliable high-school girl to watch Edward, then fixed him an early dinner from the leftovers she’d brought with her from the cottage. She was too upset to eat anything herself. By the time she’d changed into a clean dress, the sitter had arrived, and when she left, the two of them were safely tucked in front of Kristy’s television.

Rachel would have given anything not to have to go to work that night. She didn’t want to see Gabe, didn’t want to think how he’d betrayed her trust, but she spotted him the moment she pulled into the drive-in. He stood in the middle of the lot with his fists clenched at his sides. There was something unnaturally still about his posture that alarmed her. She followed the direction of his gaze and drew in her breath.

The middle of the screen had been defaced with streaks of black paint like some giant abstract painting. She jumped out of the car. “What happened?”

Gabe’s response was low and toneless. “Someone got in after we closed last night and wrecked the place. The snack shop, the rest rooms . . .” He finally looked at her, and his eyes seemed empty. “I’ve got to get out of here. I called Odell, and he’s on his way. Just tell him I found it like this.”

“But—”

He ignored her and headed for his truck. Moments later, it shot out of the lot, leaving nothing behind but a dusty trail.

She rushed over to the snack shop. The lock had been smashed and the door stood partially open. She looked inside and saw broken appliances littering the floor, along with spilled soft-drink syrup, melted ice cream, and cooking oil. She hurried to the rest rooms and found a sink partially ripped off one wall, rolls of paper towels stopping up the toilets, and broken ceiling tiles scattered over the floor.

Before she could inspect the projection room, Odell Hatcher arrived. He got out of his squad car along with a man she recognized as Jake Armstrong, the officer who’d tried to throw her into jail for vagrancy.

“Where’s Gabe?” Odell asked.

“He was upset and he left. I’m sure he’ll be back before long.” She wasn’t sure of anything. “He told me to tell you this is the way he found it.”

Odell frowned. “He should have waited around. Don’t you leave until I say it’s all right, y’hear?”

“I wasn’t planning to. Just let me call Kayla Miggs and tell her not to come in.” Tom Bennett lived farther away, and he would have already left by now, so it was too late to contact him.

Odell let her make her call, then had her accompany him to inspect the damage and see if anything was missing.

The hundred dollars in change Gabe had left in the register was gone, along with the radio he liked to play when he worked, but she couldn’t tell if anything else had been taken. As she stared at the desecration, she remembered Gabe’s awful stillness. Would this send him back to that empty place he’d been dwelling in before she’d come to Salvation?

Tom appeared and, after he’d been filled in on what had happened, accompanied them to the projection room. The FM receiver that controlled the sound equipment had been flung to the floor, but the projector itself was too large for that, so the intruder had pounded it with something heavy, probably the folding metal chair that lay on the floor.


The destruction was so mindless that it gave Rachel the chills. She turned to Odell. “I have to block off the entrance before the customers start arriving. Tom can tell you better than I if anything’s missing up here.”

To her relief, he didn’t protest, and she fled. But she had just descended the outside stairs when a white Range Rover roared into the lot. Her heart sank. Of all the people she didn’t want to see right now, Gabe’s big brother headed the list.

Cal jumped out and stalked toward her. “What’s going on? And where’s Gabe? Tim Mercer heard on his police radio there was trouble out here.”

“Gabe’s not here. I don’t know where he went.”

Cal caught sight of the drive-in screen. “What the hell happened?”

“Someone vandalized the place last night after we closed.”

He cursed under his breath. “Any idea who did it?”

She shook her head.

Cal caught sight of Odell and rushed up the steps. She made her escape to the ticket booth.

As soon as she got there, she fastened the chain across the entrance, then dragged the sawhorse with the Closed sign into place. She’d painted that sawhorse herself. The same purple as the ticket booth.