Read All Hallow's Eve: The One Day It's BAD to Be Good Online
Authors: Carolyn McCray
No Jeremy.
Cecilia’s heart sank. If Sister Morgan didn’t hold him over, where was he?
Just as she exited the building, the warning bell rang. Across the quad, Sister Switzler knitted her very bushy eyebrows together tightly enough to make a Neanderthal proud. Cecilia tucked her head down and made for the gym.
If Switzler was on the prowl, she definitely didn’t have Jeremy, either. And if Sister Morgan did not keep him for detention, that meant only one thing. He had skipped school.
Again.
She should have just left her mom sprawled out in the shower. Except for the fact that they could barely afford their water bill now, let alone after a day’s worth of “showering.” Cecilia put her hand out to open the gym door, when another hand covered hers. She had been so deep in the shame and blame game that she hadn’t even noticed John coming up from the breezeway.
“Just the girl I was looking for,” John announced, nearly caressing her hand.
Cecilia pulled her hand out from under his. “I’m late.”
“Don’t worry,” the wide-shouldered defensive lineman shrugged. “I’ll talk to Coach if he gives you any hassle.”
“I’d rather not get any hassle, whether you talk to him or not,” Cecilia answered as she tried to walk around John, but he blocked her way.
“How about you go out with the guys and me tonight?”
“You and the guys? Yeah, great way to make a girl feel special,” Cecilia retorted, but knew it was a mistake.
“Oh, I can make you feel special.”
Before John could lean any farther into her, Cecilia ducked out of the way.
“Thanks, but no.”
John’s stance stiffened as his hands balled up into fists. He did it so frequently that Cecilia didn’t even think that the guy realized he was doing it.
“I don’t like the word, ‘no.’ ”
Cecilia really needed to get around the football player without making a scene. “Sorry, then. How about ‘Gosh, not really’? ”
John slammed his hand into the brick wall. Cecilia jumped back a step, pulling her binders closer to her chest.
“I don’t like anything negative in my life, ” John said.
Mad at herself for letting John’s show of aggression get to her, Cecilia shrugged. “Wow. You must be disappointed a lot, then.”
Rage passed over John’s face, contorting his features into a crumpled mask. His cheeks blotched red as he breathed through his teeth. Sure, John was known for his temper and had done his fair share of locker-room trashing after losing a game, but Cecilia had never seen him like this. He didn’t even seem to recognize her as a person anymore. She felt more like a target. Was it some kind of ’roid rage? He looked ready to hit her as hard as he had just hit that wall.
Cecilia wasn’t sure what to do. She glanced over her shoulder, but Switzler had already gone back into her office.
“I’ll show you disappointment,” John growled.
“Hey,” a new voice said. “This mama’s boy giving you trouble?”
Cecilia turned to find Michael walking up to them. He seemed casual—except for the baseball bat in his hand. She could nearly see the wheels turning in John’s head. He clearly wanted someone or something to vent his rage upon, but the way Michael twirled the baseball bat in his hand gave the distinct impression that he knew how to use it. Cecilia had never been happier for their national pastime.
Regaining her composure, Cecilia answered, “No, Michael, not at all.”
Even though she could feel the red-hot anger radiating from John, Cecilia walked past him toward the gym door. He didn’t move. The jock just glared at that baseball bat.
Michael, however, seemed oblivious to John’s balled-up rage. His smile was warm as he asked her, “Walk you to class?”
“No, thanks. I can take care of myself.”
But as she entered the gym, with her hands shaking and her breath coming in starts, Cecilia wasn’t quite sure how true that was.
* * *
Ruth pushed yet another cross away from her face. They were on display. They were on stands. They were even hanging from the ceiling. She could see why Darby liked the place.
“Is this where all crosses come to die?” Paxton asked as he finished checking the last of the aisles.
“My ex was a theologist, and even we didn’t have this many crosses,” Ruth said as she joined her partner.
“Hello?” she called out, but again no answer.
Something was off. Even though the sign said, “Open,” and the front door was locked, the store appeared deserted. And in her line of work if something looked off, it usually was off.
A loud crash came from the back of the store. Paxton’s gun was out and up faster than Ruth could track it. She too drew her weapon as, step by step, they made their way to the storeroom door.
Paxton set up to enter the storeroom. He was all attention and focus. Gone was the man who stumbled out of his car with half a wrapper stuck to his shoe. Ruth knew the scuttlebutt around the bull pen. How Paxton was past his prime. The half-cop, half-bum jokes. But when it counted, like right now with a possible serial killer on the other side of the door, Paxton was the best she had ever seen.
He gave a nod and she jerked the door open. In a single swift move, Paxton was in the door, announcing their presence. “Police!”
She came in behind him, flanking his right. “Who’s there?”
The sight gave her pause.
“It’s like Cross-a-palooza.”
Ruth did not chide her partner—mainly because he was right. If the front of the store had been filled with crosses, this storeroom was crammed to the hilt. They were stacked everywhere.
That sound again. Paxton’s gun was back up. “Identify yourself.”
A figure came from the back of the storeroom. A curtain separated them, so it was hard to tell, but the person seemed to be carrying something over his shoulder. The closer the figure came, the more it became clear that it wasn’t just “something” over his shoulder, but a
body
. And were those bloodstains?
Paxton must have already come to the same conclusion as he took a step forward. “Stop right there! Hands up!”
Instead, the figure moved off to the right, making his way toward Ruth.
“Halt!”
She couldn’t see the figure’s face, since the body was hiding his features. All she knew was that he was
not
halting. Then he sped up, lurching toward her.
“Police! Last warning!”
Her finger tensed on the trigger as he advanced. She had seen what this guy did to a priest. Ruth could only imagine what he would do to them. Luckily, she had a Glock 9mm. Each step he moved forward, the closer she was to using it.
Please stop,
she pleaded in her mind.
Please don’t make me shoot.
But he just kept coming.
Suddenly, the figure swung toward her. This was it.
Her hand tensed, ready to fire, but Paxton called out, “Don’t!”
Still, she almost did, and then Ruth saw the raw fear in the man’s face as he let out a high-pitched scream and fell to the floor. The object he was carrying crashed down, fracturing into a dozen pieces. A hand rolled to her feet.
That wasn’t a body on his shoulder—it was a statue. And from the stigmata on the palm, a statue of Christ.
The man caught sight of the badge on Ruth’s belt, and rapidly began signing.
“He’s deaf,” Paxton said, as he gently pushed on her hands. She didn’t even realize that she was still aiming at the poor man, who was doing nothing more illegal than carrying a statue of Jesus.
“Oh, God! I almost… I almost…” Ruth couldn’t even bring herself to say the words.
“But you didn’t, Ruth.” Paxton squeezed her wrist as her arm trembled. “You didn’t.”
How close she had come, though. Too close.
It was so easy to link unrelated facts together. A serial killer on the loose. A deserted bookstore. A man who couldn’t respond. To think that she could have added all of those things together—and shot an unarmed man because of them.
Paxton kept his hand on hers as he called the station. Usually she would have shrugged off the intimacy, but she feared how badly her arm would shake if he weren’t holding it still. Vaguely, she heard Paxton request a sign language interpreter as she stared down at the statue’s bloody hand.
How close she had come to having blood on hers as well.
CHAPTER 3
Cecilia sighed in relief as she left trig class. The day was
finally
over. And not a single sighting of Jeremy. She barely heard her friends chattering beside her. As they made their way to the parking lot, several radios blared that stupid KMNY concert contest.
“Oh, we have
got
to score some tickets!” Helen exclaimed.
Cecilia rolled her eyes. “Have you even noticed the ick factor?”
“But think about it, Cec,” Francesca encouraged. “Going to a secret mansion on Halloween for a concert!”
“I have thought about it,” Cecilia stated, scanning the students flooding out of the school and into the parking lot. “And I think you should actually be a little worried about how creepy it all sounds.”
Helen snorted, though. “That’s the whole freaking point! It’s Halloween!”
“Fine, but you do the math. A bunch of teenagers, getting scared and probably high, at some secret location. Just guess how many arrests are going to be made.”
Cecilia shook her head. She had heard the stories from her uncle. This Diana Dahmer concert would probably fill the juvenile court docket for months to come.
Helen hurried in front of Cecilia, then turned around, walking backward as she spoke, using her hands to emphasize her point. “We’re
teens,
Cecilia! We’re supposed to feel invulnerable. We’re supposed to act crazy and do stupid stuff that could end up with us on the front page! It’s what youth is all about!”
It was Cecilia’s turn to snort. “No. Youth is trying to make it to adulthood alive.”
Helen moaned and threw her head back in dramatic fashion, but Francesca patted Cecilia on the shoulder. “Isn’t there somewhere in-between?”
Tears sprang to Cecilia’s eyes before she even realized that she felt sad. But she did feel sad. Sad that no, she didn’t think there was anywhere in-between. She needed to get home, find out where Jeremy was, and probably go to the store to get her mom some ginger ale and aspirin.
But Francesca seemed equally unwilling to let it go. “When’s the last time you dressed up for Halloween?”
Cecilia was barely keeping the tears at bay when Michael caught up with them.
“You guys talking about the All Hallow’s Eve concert?”
Luckily, Helen was more than happy to answer Michael as Cecilia tried to stop her tears. She stifled a sniffle as Helen gushed.
“Oh, yeah! We’re trying to figure out how to snag some passes!”
“Well…” Michael said, uncharacteristically slowly. “I just happen to have a cousin who knows a cousin of Diana Dahmer’s.”
Cecilia feared that Helen was going to have a coronary right then and there. “Oh, my Gawd! You are kidding! You’ve got to be kidding!”
“No, I would never kid about something so awesome.”
Helen grabbed Michael’s arm with both hands. “Tell him I will sacrifice small stuffed animals to curry his favor.”
As the group continued through the parking lot, Michael gently extracted himself from Helen.
“That won’t be necessary.” He looked over at Cecilia. “However, I do have six tickets burning a hole in my pocket.”
Even Francesca was beside herself. “Oh, we’ll be your bestest of friends!”
“So, are you girls interested in going?”
“Yes!” Helen and Francesca yelled.
Horrified, Cecilia countered, “No!”
Michael frowned, but Helen threw her arm over Cecilia’s shoulder and pulled her in tightly. “Don’t you worry, Michael. We’ll get her to come around.”
Normally, Cecilia appreciated Helen’s jubilance. It helped to counteract Cecilia’s distinct lack of jubilance. However, in this her friend had gone too far.
“Well, I certainly hope you can,” Michael responded.
Abruptly, Cecilia removed Helen’s arm from her shoulder and said, “Don’t hold your breath, or anything else that might give you a headache while waiting.” She knew that she had been too harsh, but all Cecilia wanted to do was get out of there and get home.
“See you tomorrow,” she said, slightly less angered, and headed off.
“Hold on,” Michael said as he trotted up next to her. “How about I drive everyone home?”
Helen and Francesca clapped their hands with joy. They really were easy to please.
“I really need to find Jeremy and walk home with him.”
Helen rolled her eyes rather theatrically. “
Please!
He hasn’t shown up to walk with you since elementary school.”