The Law of Moses (The Law of Moses, #1)(71)
“I don’t know, man. Go see if Georgia can help you out. I hope it’s still there. Sheriff Dawson made noises about impounding it, saying something about a search.”
“I didn’t even own that truck in July. I bought it in August, remember? What in the hell do they think they’ll find?”
“That’s right. I forgot about that!” Tag cursed and I heard someone telling him his time was up.
I said a few choice words that Tag heartily repeated and told him I would figure something out and I would be there to pick him up in the morning.
But morning found me with no solutions. I could go to Georgia, but I decided I’d rather steal a bike and peddle home with Tag on my handlebars than ask Georgia to help me bail my friend out of jail.
By the time the cleaning girl arrived in an old white van sporting a nervous smile, I was at my wits end. I took one look at her ride and offered her $500 to let me drive it in to Nephi. Her blue eyes got wide and she readily agreed, nodding her bleached-blonde head so vigorously her big pink bow slid over and fell in her eyes. I promised to have it back to her by the time she was finished in the house, and I headed out the door.
Georgia
I THOUGHT I SAW MOSES drive off in Lisa Kendrick’s white van. He drove past our house with his head averted, as if he really wished I hadn’t seen him. I had just come back from the post office and was stepping out of my little Ford pick-up when the van shot past. I never drove Myrtle again after Eli died. My dad had sold her to a friend in Fountain Green so I didn’t have to see her anymore. Maybe it was melodramatic. But as my Dad had kindly said, there are some battles you have to fight in order to heal, and this isn’t one of them. Just sell the truck, George. So I did.
I watched the van as it slowed at the corner, turned, and headed for the highway. He was headed north toward Nephi. Which could mean anything, but considering Tag had left the night before in Moses’s truck, I had a pretty good idea that’s where Moses was headed too. But in Lisa’s van?
I slammed the door and headed for Moses’s house, not caring if I was being a nosy neighbor. I wanted to get the photo album, and now I wouldn’t have to face Moses again in order to do it. He’d asked me about Eli’s pajamas . . . his Batman pajamas. I thought for a minute he was trying to wound me. But he couldn’t have known Eli died in those pajamas. He couldn’t have known. But it had shaken me, and I hadn’t lasted very long after that. I wondered if Moses had continued turning pages after I’d gone.
The front door was unlocked and I called up the stairs as soon as I entered.
“Hello?” I thought I could hear water running. “Hello?”
The water shut off and a woman’s voice shouted back down to me. “Just a minute!”
“Lisa? Is that you?”
Lisa Kendrick rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, wiping her hands on a rag, her hair frizzing out wildly from her head.
“Oh my gosh! Georgia, you scared me!” She fanned her face with the damp rag. “This whole house gives me the creeps.”
“Did you let Moses take your van?” I asked, ignoring the comments about the house. The whole town needed to get over it already.
“Yes. I did . . . Should I have said no?” The teenager immediately started worrying her lip. “His friend took his truck, I guess. He just needed to get into Nephi, and he offered me $500 bucks. But my mom will kick my trash if anything happens to the van. But he said he’d bring it right back! I shouldn’t have let him take it. He gives me the creeps too, actually. He’s hot. But he’s creepy. Kind of like Johnny Depp in Pirates? Totally hot, but way freaky.” She was babbling and I was already bored.
“I’m sure it’s fine. Don’t let me get in your way. I just stopped by to grab something I left last night.” Lisa’s eyes widened, and I could see that she really wanted to know what I could possibly have left in the creepy house of a freaky hot guy, but she restrained herself and turned back to the bathroom, albeit slowly.
“I don’t mind you sticking around. I don’t like being here alone,” she added. “My mom told me I couldn’t take this job. But when I told her how much he was paying, she gave in. But I’m supposed to call her every half hour. What if she stops by and the van isn’t here?” Lisa’s voice rose in alarm. “I am going to be in so much trouble.”
“I’m sure it will all be fine,” I repeated, waving as I ducked through the arch and away from the girl. It amazed me that people were still talking about Moses Wright. Clearly, Lisa’s mom hadn’t shared the fact with her daughter that Moses and I had been involved at one point. I’d gotten my fair share of talk when Eli was born. People had quickly spread their conclusions about my baby’s parentage. But maybe because I never talked, because I kept my head down and just lived, the talk had died and people stopped starring at Eli when we were out. I foolishly thought I would never have to talk about Moses. But then Eli had turned three, gone to pre-school, and suddenly, he had his own questions. And my son was as stubborn as I was.
“Is Grandpa my dad?” Eli had asked, spooning up mac ‘n’ cheese, and trying to get it in his mouth before the little noodles escaped. He refused to let me help him, and at the rate he was going, he was going to starve.