Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(142)

“Is that so?”

While Gabe watched, the officer once again began to question her. Now that he had an audience, his manner became even more overbearing. “You got a job, Miz Snopes?”

She refused to look at Gabe. Instead, she watched her Impala being towed away. “Not at the moment. And my name is Stone.”

“No job, and no money from the looks of things.” Armstrong rubbed his chin with the back of his hand. His skin was florid, she noticed, the complexion of a man who burned easily but was too stupid to stay out of the sun. “Maybe I should take you in for vagrancy. Now wouldn’t that be a story for the newspapers. G. Dwayne Snopes’s fancy wife arrested for vagrancy.”

She could see him relishing the prospect. Edward pressed his cheek to her hip, and she patted him. “I’m not a vagrant.”

“Sure looks that way to me. If you’re not a vagrant, tell me how you’re supporting that boy of yours.”

A flutter of panic went through her, an urge to pick Edward up in her arms and run. A flicker in Armstrong’s small, dark eyes told her he’d noticed her fear. “I have money,” she said quickly.

“Sure you do,” he drawled.

Without looking at Gabe, she dug her hand into the pocket of her dress and withdrew the money he’d given her, one hundred dollars.

Armstrong sauntered over and glanced down at what she held. “That won’t hardly cover Dealy’s towing fee. What’re you planning to do then?”

“I’ll get a job.”

“Not in Salvation. People here don’t appreciate anybody hidin’ behind the Lord’s name to make a fast buck. My wife wasn’t the only one who lost a big chunk of her savings. You’re foolin’ yourself if you think anybody’ll hire you.”

“Then I’ll go somewhere else.”

“Dragging your kid with you, I suppose.” A sly look came over his face. “Seems to me social services might have something to say about that.”

She went rigid. He’d spotted her fear, and he knew where she was most vulnerable. Edward’s free hand clutched her skirt, and she had to fight to keep her composure. “My son is just fine with me.”

“Maybe, maybe not. I’ll tell you what. You ride on into town with me, and I’ll give the child-welfare people a call. We’ll let them be the judge.”

“This isn’t any of your business!” She tightened her grip. “You’re not taking me in.”

“I do believe I am.”

She backed away, bringing Edward with her. “No. I won’t let you.”

“Now, Miz Snopes, I suggest you don’t add resistin’ arrest to everything else.”

An awful roaring sound surged through her head. “I haven’t done anything wrong, and I won’t let you do this!”


Edward made a soft sound of distress as Armstrong pulled a set of handcuffs from his belt. “It’s up to you, Miz Snopes. You comin’ willingly or not?”

She couldn’t let him arrest her. She wouldn’t, not when she knew they might take away her son. She hauled Edward up into her arms and braced herself to run.

Just then, Bonner stepped forward, his expression stony. “That won’t be necessary, Jake. She’s not a vagrant.”

Her hands tightened around Edward’s hips. He squirmed against her. Was this a trick?

Armstrong scowled, clearly unhappy with the interruption. “She’s got no place to live, no money, and no job.”

“She’s not a vagrant,” he repeated.

Armstrong switched the cuffs from one hand to the other. “Gabe, I know you was raised in Salvation, but you wasn’t around when G. Dwayne ripped the heart right out of this town, not to mention most of the county. You’d best let me take care of this.”

“I thought this was about Rachel being a vagrant, not about the past.”

“Stay out of it, Gabe.”

“She’s got a job. She works for me.”

“Since when?”

“Since yesterday morning.”

Rachel’s heart lodged in her throat as she watched the two men stare each other down. Bonner provided an imposing presence, and Armstrong finally turned away. Clearly unhappy about having his authority challenged, he slapped the handcuffs back on his belt.

“I’m gonna be checking up on you, Miz Snopes, and I’m warnin’ you right now that you’d better watch your step. Your husband broke nearly every law on the books and got away with it, but believe me when I tell you that you ain’t gonna be so lucky.”

She watched him walk off, and only when he had disappeared did she release her grip on Edward and let him slide to the ground. Now that the crisis had passed, her body betrayed her. She took several uneven steps and slumped against the trunk of a maple to support herself. Although she knew she owed Bonner her gratitude, the words stuck in her throat.

“You told me you were staying with a friend,” he said.

“I didn’t want you to know we were living in the car.”

“Get over to the drive-in right now.” He stalked away.



Gabe was furious. If he hadn’t interfered, she’d have run, and then Jake would have had the excuse he was looking for to arrest her. Now he wished he’d let it happen.