Kelley Armstrong - The Gathering

In the old days, his dad was always dressed up—shirt and tie, pressed pants, shiny shoes, dark hair slicked back, clean shaven, smelling faintly of cologne. Now, he still wore the shirt and slacks, but they were rumpled and stained, the shoes scuffed, his hair slick with oil, face covered in stubble. The only thing he smelled of was booze, so strong he seemed to have showered with it.

“I asked where you’re going. You tore the kitchen apart trying to cook dinner, and now you’re going to leave me with the mess?”

“No,” Daniel’s voice was low and calm, like he was talking to a child. “I said I’d clean it before bed. Maya and I are going out for dinner.”

His dad blinked at me, like he hadn’t seen me there. Then he scowled. No awkward joking for me these days. He didn’t have much patience for any of Daniel’s friends, but he seemed to like me the least, I suppose because I was the one Daniel stayed with when he needed to escape.

“Maya,” he said. “Can’t stay away, can you? Always coming around, teasing the boy.”

Daniel’s fingers wrapped around my elbow “We’re leaving, Dad. There’s a casserole in the—”

“You like teasing, don’t you, Maya?” His dad stepped closer as Daniel pulled me back. “Just like all the girls. Tease and flirt and keep the boys running after you, spending their money building a climbing wall for you. Maybe get a kiss on the cheek for it. Holding out to see if he makes something of himself, because that’s what counts for you girls. Is he going to be a hotshot lawyer? Olympic wrestler? Or just a lowly public defender? Or washed-up gym teacher?”

“That’s enough.” Daniel eased me behind him, while casting glances at the surrounding houses. He wanted to get out of there, but he didn’t want to make a scene. “I’ll be back—”

“Of course you’ll be back. Got nowhere else to go. You’re a parasite, boy. Just like your little not-yet girlfriend here. She’s waiting to see what you’ll make of yourself first, so she can live off you. That’s what all women want. Find a good man. A stupid man who’ll keep paying the bills even when she brings home a brat that doesn’t look anything like you. She’ll tell you he’s yours, and you’ll believe her until one day she finds someone else, and off she goes, leaving you to raise the bastard brat.”

“See if they’ll give you another job in the company,” Daniel said. “Leave me here and go.”

His father laughed. “You think they’ll allow that? I’m trapped here, looking after a freak who isn’t even my son—”

“And wishes to God that was true,” Daniel muttered.

His dad swung. Daniel caught his arm and yanked it behind his back, spinning his dad around.

“If you don’t think I’m yours, test it,” he said. “You’ve got access to everything you need. But you won’t, will you? You know I’m your son. You just like to torment me. You think that’s getting back at her somehow. Well, it isn’t.” He wrenched his father’s arm up until his eyes bulged. “I’m tired of it.”

Daniel thrust him out of the way. They faced off. It didn’t last long before his dad spun and walked away, spitting curses.

“I’m sorry,” Daniel murmured to me. “He’s just—”

“Drunk. And angry and bitter, and taking it out on you.” I looked up at him. “Come stay with us.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’d better not go home tonight.”

“I mean for good.”

“It’s only another couple of years, until I can escape to university like my brothers.”

“Can they help? I’m sure there’s something—”

“No. They’re gone and happy to be gone. When they come home, they see things are worse and just pat me on the back and tell me to hang in there.”

“Will you think about it? Staying with us full-time? Please? We’ve got the room, and my parents have always said you’re welcome for as long as you want.”

“I’ll … think about it.”

As we walked, I knew I wouldn’t be telling him what Rafe had said tonight. He had too much else on his mind. It could wait. Let me work it out for myself first.

We reached the Blender—a soda shop owned by the Morrises. It looks like something out of the fifties, and sells burgers and ice cream. There’s even a jukebox in the corner.

We walked in as Mayor Tillson and his wife were walking out, Nicole dawdling behind them, Sam even farther back.

“Maya. Daniel.” The mayor gave us an election-poster smile and thumped Daniel on the back. “Practicing for regionals? Good to see it.” He winked. “Even if you could already win it with one hand tied behind your back.”

Mrs. Tillson rolled her eyes, murmuring, “Leave the kids alone, Phil,” and smiling as she prodded him past us.

Nicole frowned at me as her parents left. “Daniel said you were eating at Rafe’s.”

“It didn’t work out.”

“Nicole,” her mom called. “Dad has a town meeting tonight.”

“What’s this with you and Rafe?” Sam said as she walked up.

“Nothing.” I turned to Nicole. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Tonight,” she said. “Call, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

She looked hurt by that, so I said I would call. She left, Sam trailing after her, casting glances back at us, like she was trying to figure out what was up.

When we sat, Daniel said, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I want to talk about our plans for tonight.”

While we ate, we quietly made a list of things to look for. As we left the Blender, Dr. Hajek drove by. She honked and waved. Then Chief Carling passed and did the same.

“Looks like the whole council is going to that meeting,” Daniel said. “Aren’t they usually the last Tuesday of the month?”

I nodded. My dad went if there was anything on the agenda about the park.

“So why call a special …?” He stopped walking.

“Mina Lee,” I said. “They’re meeting to discuss her death. Guess we have a stop to make.”

THE TOWN COUNCIL MET at the school. That meant we knew exactly how to sneak in. There was a window in the guys’ locker room that never closed right. Well, it didn’t after grade eight, when Corey and Brendan broke in to set up a video camera in the girls’ locker room. No videos were ever taken. Daniel had caught them and said if the camera wasn’t gone by Monday morning, he’d give us photos from the last time they went skinny-dipping, when the lake had been really cold and … well, the photos wouldn’t have been flattering.

Corey had busted the window frame trying to get in to set up the camera. Daniel had fixed it, but only good enough so the damage wasn’t obvious from the outside. Now we all had an after-hours entrance.

The hardest part about getting in was waiting for a break in the traffic flowing into the parking lot. A seven o’clock town council meeting in Salmon Creek means “come by when you’re done with dinner,” so at seven-thirty, cars were still driving into the lot—right beside the broken window.

As we watched from the bushes, a minivan pulled in, headlights illuminating the far side of the lot, where one lone vehicle sat apart from the rest. My dad’s Jeep. Seeing that made my heart give an extra thump. Even if I thought the town was involved in Mina’s death—which I didn’t—I knew my dad had nothing to do with it. But why was he here? If the meeting was about dealing with the cougar problem, they didn’t need the whole council for that.

Finally, Daniel boosted me through, then vaulted in himself. We stepped out of the locker room into the pitch-black hall.

“Lead the way,” Daniel said.

After taking a moment for my eyes to adjust, I led him to the classrooms at the end.