Софи Келли - A Tale Оf Two Kitties

Two.

“You don’t need to hurt Mia,” I said.

“Then give me the damn phone.” I hoped Mia had noticed. I hoped she knew something was about to happen.

“All right,” I said. And my ring finger.

Three.

I made a movement as though I was going to give him my phone, then I grabbed the wire book stand and swung it at him. At the same time I yelled, “Stop! Drop! And roll!” as loudly as I could.

The words echoed around the library. Mia went limp, dropping out of Victor’s grasp onto the floor, where she rolled to the left just the way she had when we’d practiced with the kids. At the same time Owen materialized and launched himself onto Victor’s back, digging in with four sets of claws. It was all the distraction I needed.

I picked up the heavy atlas and swung it with every ounce of strength I had. It made very satisfying contact with the side of Victor Janes’s head, a little karmic justice. His eyes rolled back and he fell backward onto the floor.

“Run!” I yelled to Mia, pushing her toward the front entrance. Then I grabbed Owen and ran after her.

chapter 18

Once we were outside I put an arm around Mia and kept her moving toward my truck. As soon as we were next to it I called 911. Then I gave Mia the phone so she could call her father. I unlocked the driver’s door of the truck and set Owen on the seat. He shook himself and gave me a self-satisfied look.

“You’re my furry hero,” I said, leaning my face close to his for a moment.

“Mrr,” he said, nuzzling my cheek.

I straightened up and turned to Mia. Her face was streaked with tears and there was dirt on her sweater from rolling on the floor.

“You did great,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. I had to stop and swallow back the surge of emotions that suddenly hit me. “What were you doing in the building? I thought you and your father were in Minneapolis?”

“We came back a bit early. I realized that I’d left my sociology textbook here. I came in to get it just before you closed and then I got a text and I got held up.” She folded her arms over her chest. “I saw your fingers,” she said.

I smiled. “I knew you would.”

“And when you yelled, ‘Stop, drop and roll,’ I didn’t even think. I just did it.”

I nodded. “That’s what I was hoping.”

She looked over at the door. “He killed Grandpa.”

I folded her into my arms. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“What if he gets up before the police get here?” she asked.

I let go of her with one arm and reached into the bed of the truck to pull out one of the hockey sticks. Given how hard I’d hit Victor with that atlas I didn’t think he was going to be getting up very quickly, but if he did, I was going to be ready.

“If he does,” I said, “I’m going to show him my slap shot.” I heard the sirens then. I kept Mia against my side with one arm and held my hockey stick with the other.

It was only minutes before the first police car pulled to a stop in front of the building. Marcus’s SUV fishtailed to the curb right behind it. He got out, said something to the uniformed officer and then came striding across the grass to us.

“Are you all right?” he said, putting a hand on my arm and studying my face.

“I’m okay,” I said, giving him a small smile. It was so good to see his face.

He turned to Mia. “What about you? You okay?”

She nodded. “Kathleen saved us,” she said.

Owen meowed loudly from the seat behind us. He wasn’t about to let his contribution not be acknowledged.

Mia turned and smiled at him. “And Owen, too.”

“Victor . . . killed his brother,” I said.

“I know,” Marcus said. “I just got off the phone with his health insurance provider. We finally got a judge to give us a subpoena.”

Suddenly I understood why Leo had wanted to talk to Harry’s ex-wife. “He’s not sick.”

Marcus shook his head. “No, he isn’t.” He glanced over at the building. The paramedics had arrived and were on their way inside.

“Go,” I said. “We’re all right.”

“We can take care of ourselves,” Mia said, squaring her shoulders.

“I can see that,” Marcus said. “Just stay here. I’ll be back.” He leaned over and kissed me and then started for the door.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Simon’s SUV pull to the curb. He got out and looked around. I raised a hand and he started toward us. “Your dad’s here,” I said to Mia.

Her face lit up. I kissed the top of her head and she ran to meet him. Owen walked his way over the seat to me and rubbed against my side. I leaned the hockey stick against the side of the truck and reached down to stroke his fur. My legs were trembling but I reminded myself that we were all safe and that was all that mattered.

Marcus came back out in a couple of minutes and had me walk him through what had happened from the moment Owen and I arrived at Everett’s apartment. “I’m sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “My phone died. That’s why you couldn’t get me.”

I put a hand on his arm. “It’s all right,” I said. “I broke my own rule about staff leaving together.”

I looked over at the building. Victor had already been taken to the hospital. I’d hit him pretty hard and I wasn’t the slightest bit sorry. “I know where the key is,” I said.

Marcus frowned. “You mean the one Leo got in the mail?”

I nodded. “At least I’m pretty sure I do. Send someone over to look at the clock in the hallway at Everett’s building. My dad has a clock like it and he keeps the key to wind it in a little envelope taped to the back. Rebecca does the same thing. I think Leo slipped his key in as well when he realized his brother was on the way.”

Marcus nodded. “I’ll send a car over.”

“Is it all right if I go home now?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll be there once I get things wrapped up here. It might be a while.”

“I don’t care,” I said. I reached up to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said. I watched him walk over to Simon and Mia.

Mia kissed her father on the cheek and started back over to me. As she got closer I realized she was carrying two take-out cups. She handed one to me. “Hot chocolate from Eric’s,” she said. She shrugged. “I don’t know how Dad got it delivered over here.”

I took the cup from her. “And I don’t think I really care.” I took a sip. The hot chocolate was hot and rich and warmed me all the way down to my toes. “How are you really?” I said to Mia.

“I’m not sure,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, I’m glad Uncle Victor’s been arrested, but Grandpa is still dead and it looks like Uncle Victor had something to do with my dad’s mother being dead, too.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I wish knowing the truth could somehow change things.”

Mia turned and looked back over her shoulder at her father and Marcus still talking. “You really love him, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded. “I do.” I couldn’t help smiling.

She turned back to me. “I was kind of hoping if you spent enough time with my dad maybe you could fall in love with him instead and then”—she swallowed hard—“you could be my mom.”

I couldn’t speak for a moment, overcome with a wave of emotions. A tear slid down her cheek and I reached over and brushed it away, and then I pulled her into my arms again.

“It would be an honor to be your mom,” I said. “But I promise you that no matter what, no matter where you are, I will always be your friend. You can call me anytime. You can show up at my door anytime. If you need me all you have to do is yell.”