Kate Carlisle - One Book In The Grave

“Where is he?” I asked.

Guru Bob glanced around the room. He seemed unsure of himself. And that was just one more oddity in a day filled with them. Guru Bob had never been unsure of anything as long as I’d known him.

I happened to catch Dad giving a minuscule nod to Guru Bob.

“Wait!” I said, wondering whether my eyes could possibly bulge out of my head more than they already had. “Dad? You knew about this?”

“Jimmy?” Mom whispered, betrayal clear in her hushed tone.

“But…why?” I stammered. “How?”

“Yes, why, Robson?” Mom demanded, turning her back on my father, who winced as if in preparation for what would no doubt be an unpleasant evening later. “It’s not as if Max were some sort of master spy or something.”

“Becky-” Dad started.

Mom whipped around. “Don’t you ‘Becky’ me, mister. How could you keep something like this from me? I loved that boy. His family was devastated. How could you-”

“His life was being threatened,” Guru Bob said flatly. “When the people after him began to direct their threats toward his family and his fiancée, Emily, Max made the decision to stage his own death to protect them all.”

“But that…that’s crazy,” I muttered lamely. “Where were the police?”

“It was an unusual situation,” Dad said. “The police weren’t helpful.”

“So you stepped in and helped him get away,” Derek surmised, his gaze directed at Guru Bob. “With Jim’s help?”

“To one of your safe houses?” Gabriel said.

My mouth gaped open. “Wait a minute.” Safe houses? I felt as if I’d wandered into an alternate reality, where Guru Bob was a spymaster and my own father was capable of keeping state secrets. “Safe houses?”

“What?” Mom screeched the word, and Dad covered his ears. “You have safe houses ? Plural? As in, more than one safe house ? Why? And, Jimmy, you knew? What else aren’t you telling me?”

Guru Bob flashed Gabriel a fulminating look, but Gabriel seemed unfazed that he’d just busted the secret wide-open. Then again, he didn’t have my mother throwing daggers at him or me yelling at him. Not yet, anyway.

Robson turned to my father. “James, you mentioned a new Phelps Viognier you wanted to try.”

“Damn straight!” Dad said joyfully, and bounced up from his chair in sheer relief. “Must be time for a little wine tasting.”

“Jimmy.” Mom’s voice held a tone of warning, but Dad ignored her and rushed off to the kitchen.

He was back a few seconds later with a chilled bottle and a corkscrew. “You’re going to love this baby. It’s got a creamy mouthfeel with hints of apricot and mint that’ll go down like silk and ease your troubled mind.”

I raised my hand weakly. “Yes, please.”

Derek laughed. “I’ll try a sip or two, Jim.”

“James Francis Wainwright, I asked you a question,” Mom said, her normally smooth forehead lined in distress.

I cringed at that. Mom used our full names only when she was about to ground us for eternity. I’m not sure how that translated for one’s spouse, but I knew Dad was in deep trouble.

“What’s that, sweetie?” Dad said as the cork popped out of the bottle. He glanced around, feigning confusion, then said, “Oh, hey. We’ll need some glasses.”

“I’ll get them,” I said quickly, earning a suspicious look from Mom, who threw her hands up in disgust.

“Thanks, Brooksie,” Dad said, cheerily ignoring Mom’s wrathful vibe.

I raced into the dining room and pulled six wineglasses out of the cabinet. I would’ve used any excuse to get out from between Mom’s eyes shooting flames at Dad.

As I walked back into the living room, I caught Mom waggling her finger at Dad. She was strutting now and her head was moving back and forth on her neck like a bobblehead doll. “Jimmy, you got some ’splainin’ to do.”

Derek laughed, and Gabriel, who hadn’t said much up until now, grinned with delight. “God, I love you people.”

It took the whole bottle of Viognier to ease our troubled minds enough to calm down and listen to Guru Bob’s explanation. In the past three years, he had purchased five safe houses, all under different names in remote areas of northern California. Max’s had been the first.

“For two months after he ‘died,’” he explained, “Max camped on the Columbia River up in Oregon. Once the Marin house was purchased, he moved there.”

Mom had calmed down considerably, but she still scowled at her longtime spiritual teacher and friend. “So you just go out and buy houses and new identities for people?”

Dad and Guru Bob exchanged glances. Finally, Guru Bob said, “I provide…sanctuary.”

“Oh.” Mom thought about that for a few seconds; then her shoulders relaxed. “All right. That makes sense. Thank you, Robson.”

He nodded solemnly, as if that settled everything.

“Wait. It makes sense? Really?” I was almost more confused than before. And not that I would mention it in front of Mom, but did Dad have something to do with those safe houses? I’d seen that look he gave Guru Bob.

“Yes, sweetie,” Mom said. “Sanctuary is a good thing.” She looked around at the faces in the room and smiled. “Now, who’s ready for lunch?”

Huh?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m always up for lunch. But where did my mom go? Her expression had transmogrified into the Sunny-Bunny smiley face she made whenever she didn’t want to discuss an uncomfortable topic.

Maybe she was lying low, figuring she could get more answers by grilling Dad later. Or maybe the idea of Guru Bob providing sanctuary for those in need was honestly something she could get behind. Sanctuary was, after all, considered a noble cause by some. But I had a feeling there was more to the story than that.

And there was still the little matter of Max being not dead. And the fact that Guru Bob and my dad had been lying about it for three freaking years.

However, everyone but me seemed relieved to drop the subject for now. And with the lure of food, I was cajoled into relaxing for a while, too. We all stood and helped bring the various casserole dishes and platters of food outside to the sunny terrace. As usual, Mom had prepared enough food for a small army, and we ate at the patio table under their big, colorful umbrella.

“Who wants dessert?” she asked when everyone had eaten their fill. “It’s apple crisp.”

Derek held his stomach. “I’m stuffed to the gills, but I can’t resist.”

“Me, too,” Dad said, and sat back in his chair, clearly suffused with a sense of contentment.

Gabriel helped Mom bring out the dessert, and, sure enough, she’d made her amazing apple crisp with caramel sauce. She served it with ice cream on the side. After we were finished, we all looked ready to nod off.

Once the dishes were cleared, we went into the kitchen and Robson announced he was leaving. Mom gave him a hug and he patted her back. “If it makes you feel better, Rebecca, I plan to sell the homes soon.”

“Sell them? Why?”

Dad snorted. “They won’t be safe houses now that everyone knows about them.”

That was when Mom flashed her scary, wild-eyed rodent glare at him. No one in the family-heck, no one in the county -crossed her when she glared at you like that.

Guru Bob glanced at Derek, then over at Gabriel. “I would like someone to drive out to see Max and warn him of these latest developments.”

“I’ll go,” Derek said immediately.

“I’m on it,” Gabriel said at the exact same time.

Robson smiled. “Thank you both. That is what I hoped you would say.”

“Can’t you just give him a call?” Mom said, proving to me that she was still on top of her game.