Chris Whitaker - We Begin at the End

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**'Surely destined to conquer the world . . . Astonishingly good' RUTH JONES**
**'So beautifully written . . . will remain with you for a long time' LYNDA LA PLANTE**
**'Contender for thriller of the year' JON COATES,** SUNDAY EXPRESS
*With the staggering intensity of James Lee Burke and the absorbing narrative of Jane Harper's* The Dry *,* We Begin at the End *is a powerful novel about absolute love and the lengths we will go to keep our family safe. This is a story about good and evil and how life is lived somewhere in between.*
**'YOU CAN'T SAVE SOMEONE THAT DOESN'T WANT TO BE SAVED . . .'**
**There are two kinds of families: the ones we are born into and the ones we create.** Walk has never left the coastal California town where he grew up. He may have become the chief of police, but he’s still trying to heal the old wound of having given the testimony that sent his best friend, Vincent King, to prison decades before. Now, thirty years later, Vincent is being released. Duchess is a thirteen-year-old self-proclaimed outlaw. Her mother, Star, grew up with Walk and Vincent. Walk is in overdrive trying to protect them, but Vincent and Star seem bent on sliding deeper into self-destruction. Star always burned bright, but recently that light has dimmed, leaving Duchess to parent not only her mother but her five-year-old brother. At school the other kids make fun of Duchess―her clothes are torn, her hair a mess. But let them throw their sticks, because she’ll throw stones. Rules are for other people. She’s just trying to survive and keep her family together. A fortysomething-year-old sheriff and a thirteen-year-old girl may not seem to have a lot in common. But they both have come to expect that people will disappoint you, loved ones will leave you, and if you open your heart it will be broken. So when trouble arrives with Vincent King, Walk and Duchess find they will be unable to do anything but usher it in, arms wide closed. Chris Whitaker has written an extraordinary novel about people who deserve so much more than life serves them. At times devastating, with flashes of humor and hope throughout, it is ultimately an inspiring tale of how the human spirit prevails and how, in the end, love―in all its different guises―wins.

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Duchess led Robin to a booth at the back, slid him in first then sat beside, fencing him off from a place he had no business being in. Star fetched them a soda each as Duchess set out her report, and then some plain paper for her brother. She took out his pencil case and laid his pens out.

“Will she sing about the bridge?” Robin said.

“Always.”

“I love that one. Will you sing it with her?”

“No.”

“Good. I hate it when she cries up there.”

Smoke drifted from spilling ashtrays. Dark wood, flags above the bar, the light dim enough. Duchess heard laughter, her mother sinking shots with two men, she needed them before she went on.

Robin reached for the bowl of nuts on the table, Duchess pushed his hand away. “Full of piss.”

She stared at the page, the space for her father, the long empty branches of her family tree. The day before, Cassidy Evans had stood up front and told of her lineage, then showed off a crooked, noble line that ran from her to the Du Ponts, so vivid was her telling that Duchess could almost smell the gunpowder.

“I drawed you.”

“Drew.”

He pushed the paper across and Duchess smiled. “My teeth that big?” She pinched his side till he laughed so much Star looked over and motioned them quiet.

“Tell me again about Billy Blue Radley,” Robin said.

“The way I read it he was fearless. He held up a bank then led the sheriff for a thousand miles.”

“He sounds bad.”

“He was looking out for his own. His men, like family.” She put a hand on his chest. “That’s our blood right there. We’re outlaws.”

“Maybe you are.”

“We’re the same.”

“But my daddy and yours, they’re not the same—”

“Hey.” She gripped his face lightly. “Radley blood, we’re the same. Just because our fathers were no good at all … we’re the same. Tell me.”

“We’re the same.”

When it was time the light dropped a little and Star sat up front on a stool and played a set of covers, a couple of her own. One of the men she drank with whistled and hollered and catcalled after each number.

“Assholes,” Duchess said.

“Assholes,” Robin agreed.

“Don’t say that word.”

And then the man stood, gestured toward Star and grabbed his crotch. He said something else, like there was history there. Called her a cocktease. Said maybe she was a dyke.

Duchess got to her feet, picked up her soda and launched the glass across the bar. It fell short and smashed by his foot. He stared at her open-mouthed, she stared back, arms out wide, telling him to bring whatever he could, that she wouldn’t turn away.

“Sit down,” Robin tugged her hand. “Please.”

She blinked down at him, saw the fear there, then turned to her mother, who mouthed the same words.

The man glared. Duchess flipped him off and sat.

Robin finished his soda as Star called for her daughter. Duchess, come up here. My baby can sing better than her momma .

Duchess sank into the bench, stared at her mother and shook her head no matter how many turned and beckoned and clapped. There was a time when she would sing, when she was smaller, before she knew about the world. She would sing at home, in the shower, in the yard.

Star declared her daughter no fun at all and moved on to the last song, the song that saw Robin set his pens down and watch their mother like she was the last of the blessed. “I love this one.”

“I know.”

When Star was done she slipped from the stage, collected her money and stuffed the envelope in her purse, maybe fifty bucks. And then the man was back, and this time he grabbed a handful of her ass.

Duchess was on her feet before Robin could plead no. She moved fast, across the floor where she knelt and picked up a shard of the glass.

Star pushed the man back but he reared, clenched a fist till he caught the eyes, not on him but beyond. He turned, and there she stood small and ready. She held it high, the jagged edge aimed at his throat.

“I am the outlaw, Duchess Day Radley. And you are the barstool pussy, and I’ll cut your head clean off.”

She heard the faint cries of her brother. Star grabbed her wrist and shook it hard till she dropped the glass. Other men came, stepped between and made things calm. Drinks were poured without charge.

Star shoved her out the door, scooped up Robin and followed.

The lot was dark as they climbed into the truck.

Star laid into her, yelled and told her she was dumb, that the man could’ve hurt her, that she knew what she was doing and didn’t need a thirteen-year-old looking out for her. Duchess sat still, waiting for it to end.

When it did Star moved to start the engine.

“You shouldn’t drive now.”

“I’m straight.” Star looked in the mirror and fixed her hair.

“You don’t drive my brother when you’re like this.”

“I said I’m straight now.”

“Straight like Vincent King was?”

Duchess saw the hand coming, didn’t turn from it, just took the slap to her cheek like it was nothing.

In the back Robin cried.

Duchess leaned over, took the key from the ignition and crawled back there with him. She smoothed his hair and tears and helped him change into his pajamas.

Duchess slept an hour, then climbed up front and handed Star the keys. They left the lot and drove toward home, mother and daughter side by side.

“You know it’s his birthday this weekend,” Duchess said, quiet.

A beat before Star answered. “Course I know. He’s my prince.”

It made Duchess’s stomach hurt. She had no money of her own. She worked a paper route, she pedaled and sweated each weekend, it did not pay well.

“If you can give me some money I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll sort it.”

“But—”

“Shit, Duchess, I said I’ll sort it. Have a little faith.”

She might’ve said she lost her faith each time her own birthday passed by without mention.

The car bumped along till they turned onto the highway.

“You hungry?” Star said.

“I fixed hotdogs.”

“Did you pick up any sauce? You know Robin likes it.”

Duchess looked at her mother with tired eyes. Star reached across and stroked her cheek. “You should’ve come up there tonight.”

“Singing for a bunch of drunks. I’ll leave that to the professionals.”

Star pulled a cigarette from her bag and gripped it between her teeth while she fumbled with her lighter. “If I put the radio on will you sing something for me?”

“Robin is sleeping.”

Star slipped a hand around Duchess’s shoulder and pulled her close. She kissed her head as they crawled along the freeway. “There was a guy there tonight, he’s got a studio in the valley. He gave me his card and told me to call. This could be it.”

Duchess yawned, her eyes growing heavy, the streetlights beginning to blur.

“The Duchess of Cape Haven. You know I always dreamed about having a daughter. Pretty bow in her hair.”

Duchess knew that.

“Do you know about Billy Blue Radley?”

Star smiled. “Your grandfather used to tell me about him. I thought he was making it up.”

“He was real. Radley blood, Mom.” She thought about asking after her father again, but let it slide because she was too beat to get into it.

“You know I love you, right?”

“Sure.”

“Serious, Duchess. Everything I do … all I got, it’s all for the two of you.”

Duchess stared out at the night. “I just wish …”

“What?”

“I just wish there was a middle, you know. Because that’s where people live. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing … sink or swim like that. Most people just tread water, and that’s enough. Because when you’re sinking, you’re pulling us down with you.”

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