"You were right not going directly to Mrs. Westington with all this." he said. "Wait here,'
He left us and when he returned, he had two hospital security guards with him.
"I've called the police," he said. "They're on their way. I just spoke with Mrs. Westington and without revealing anything, asked her when her daughter was coming to see her. She told me she was supposed to be here in about twenty minutes. She had phoned her from some attorney's office."
"What should we do?" I asked him.
"Just wait here. I'm having one of the nurses bring you something to drink and eat. I've asked her to attend to your wrists as well. Just sit in that chair and rest," he said, his face taut with anger.
"We would like to see Mrs. Westington."
"Soon," he said.
He pulled the security guards aside and spoke to them before leaving again. The nurse brought us some food and juice and we ate and waited. She put some antiseptic on my wrists where they were skinned and then bandaged them.
A policeman arrived with a detective shortly afterward. She introduced herself as Detective Temple. I told her what had been done to us. She was yen' interested in knowing more about this man Bill, who supposedly was keeping my car.
I
told her I didn't know anything else. She asked me a lot of questions about Skeeter. When I described his tattoos, she looked very happy.
She stopped talking when we heard Doctor Battie in the hallway. He was speaking to Rhona and Skeeter, who had just stepped out of the elevator.
"Your mother has been moved to another room," he said loudly enough for us to hear. "The first door on the left down the hall," he told them, which was where we were.
The hate, anger, and fury I had in me was soon to plant a smile of satisfaction on my face, a smile as full of delight and contentment as one on a well-fed cat. Rhona, her right hand grasping her portfolio of documents, entered first. Skeeter followed with his hands in his pockets, his eves down, his lips in a grin. She stopped and gasped and he looked up, the shock reverberating through his lips and into his eves.
"How the hell did you two--" he began.
"Shut up." Rhona said, looking at the policeman standing to their right and the detective on their left. The hospital security guards stepped up behind them.
"Sanford Bickers." Detective Temple said, "you're under arrest for parole violation, suspicion of drug trafficking, grand-theft auto, and illegal detention of a minor."
The policeman with her stepped up to Skeeter and put his hands in cuffs.
"Rhona Westington, you're under arrest for illegal detention of a minor and suspicion of accessory to drug trafficking and grand- theft auto."
She was placed in handcuffs as well.
"This is ridiculous," Rhona said. "That girl is making all this up. She's a lesbian, a stray my foolish and sick mother took in, and she was raping my daughter. We caught her in bed with her. Just ask my daughter. Go on. Ask her." she said,
Detective Temple ignored her and recited their Miranda rights. All the while Rhona glared at me and I stared back at her. I had Brenda's eyes now. They wouldn't waver.
"You won't get away with this!" she screamed at me. Skeeter kept his head down.
They were both led back to the elevator,
"I'll be up to the house in about two hours," Detective Temple told me. "I'll get a full, detailed statement from you and I'd like you to show me where you were kept and with what you were tied up as well."
All the while I hadn't looked at Echo, who had been sitting frozen in the chair to my right. No one had really looked at her. While Rhona and Skeeter were arrested and read their rights, she had been crying and she still was.
I
jumped up to comfort her. Doctor Battie came in and helped me calm her. He told her that her grandmother was asking for her and it was very, very important that she not look upset or it would agitate her grandmother. She sucked back her tears quickly. I took her into the bathroom and helped her wash her face and fix her hair.
"Don't tell her anything about what they did to us." I signed and spoke.
"It
could make her sicker." She understood and nodded.
Then we went to see Mrs. Westington. The moment she set eyes on us, her face lit up with such joy that it brought tears to mine. Aside from my own parents. I doubted anyone would be as happy to set eyes on the likes of me. Echo ran to her and hugged her.
"I knew that girl was lying to me about you. I pretended to believe her," she said. "There's more than one way to skin a cat and she's a cat that needs skinning. Now what's going on here? When am I going to hear the whole truth, every nitty-gritty detail?"
Doctor Battie, who was standing right behind me, cleared his throat. I looked up at him.
"You're not making things any better. Mr. Smarty Pants, by having my children keep things from me," Mrs. Westington told him. I didn't miss her referring to me as one of her children.
"You're not making things any better by insisting on getting right into the muck before
I
give you the go-ahead," he replied.
"Now when you behave and let me get that blood pressure down so we can get that pacemaker started, we'll tell you all the miserable, dirty things you want."
Even she had to laugh. She turned to me. "At least tell me about Trevor." she said, eyeing the doctor. 'Where is he? Why haven't I heard a peep out of him?"
I explained where he was and why.
"I guessed as much," she said. She turned to the doctor. "Well, how long are you going to keep me in here?"
"It's up to you." Doctor Battie told her.
She sighed. "All right, all right. I'll calm down." she promised.
She turned to Echo and began to sign. I watched her carefully and I watched Echo's responses as well. She kept to her promise and told her nothing terrible. A little over an hour later, we left, assuring her we'd return in the morning. She didn't wonder why we weren't coming back that evening. She could see the fatigue in my face and just nodded.
"Come closer," she said. and I leaned over. She reached up to hug me and bring her lips close to my ear. "I don't have to know what happened exactly," she said. "But I know I should thank you for my granddaughter."
I said nothing. My throat closed with my effort to keep myself from bursting into tears. I kissed her cheek and then took Echo's hand and walked out of the hospital room. Doctor Battie approached us before we got onto the elevator.
"You all right. April?"
"I think so. I'll just get some sleep, after we have a good, hot meal."
"Okay. You can call me if you need anything. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. The cardiologist and I would like to take care of her tomorrow or the day after the latest."
"Good." I said. "We need her home."
We got into the elevator and went down to the hospital entrance. I could tell from the way some of the staff was looking at us and some of the other security personnel that our story was spreading quickly. For a few moments after we entered the motor home. I just sat in the driver's seat staring out at the small patch of woods across the way. I was really very tired. I shouldn't have been so brave and independent.
I
should have had someone else drive us back. I thought.
"Do you always have to be such a wimp?" I heard.
I had thrown my voice again. It seemed appropriate to do it in the motor home, even without Destiny alongside us. It was still coming from her.
I laughed to started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot. When I gazed in the rearview mirror. I saw Echo sprawled on the sofa. asleep. She looked younger, more like a six- or seven-year-old. What a difficult journey she had been on during her young life. I thought. The two of us were like the sisters of misery. We were in the same hard-luck family. Maybe now it was going to change. Maybe we had both rounded an important corner. Maybe we could dream again.
Despite what we had accomplished, Echo was still frightened when we arrived at the house. I could see it in the way she looked about and at the front door. I imagined she was wondering if her mother and Skeeter could somehow have managed to return here. I put my arm around her shoulders and
"We'll be all right now." I promised. "They're not coming back. Don't worry." The sign for worry required a bit of acting. The right fingertips were to be drummed against your forehead and you were supposed to frown and looked very concerned.
She laughed at my signing and we went into the house. I checked to see what we could have for our dinner. I thought we'd have an early one since we had really skipped lunch and breakfast. Shortly after. I heard the doorbell and went to greet Detective Temple. She was accompanied by another detective, a tall, lean, dark-haired man she introduced as Lieutenant Hampton.
"I hate to put you through it again," she told me. But we need to have all the information, details, and evidence.'"
"It's okay." I said, and led them upstairs to the guest room and the closet where I had been
imprisoned. The wires, the sock were all where we had left them. Detective Temple looked at me closely as I described the details and then she suddenly took my hand, nodded at Lieutenant Hampton, and pulled me aside.
"What else did he do to you?" she asked. I started to cry.
"I know how hard it is for you. I've been involved with a number of rape victims. What I want to do is have him locked up and the key thrown into the Pacific."
I nodded and described what he had done and tried to do while I was bound up in the closet. I explained how Echo had interrupted it. but I didn't mention Destiny. I thought that would only confuse her. She took notes. Lieutenant Hampton took pictures of the room, the closet, and then they went into Rhona's room and searched their things. Apparently, they found drugs and information that made them happy.
"We'll have your car back here before morning," she promised. "We know where it is and with whom it is. We've been watching these people and the investigation is all coming together now."
"Is Rhona really part of all that?" I asked.
"She's associated with them and certainly involved to some extent. My guess is she'll get frightened enough to turn on them. It usually happens. Her mother is not going to be there for her this time. I'm sure."
"Nevertheless. I'm sure Mrs. Westington would have preferred to have been able to be there for her," I said.
"Yes. I suppose so. Any mother would rather that. Get some rest. We'll be talking to you again over the next few days,"
She and Lieutenant Hampton left and
I
suddenly felt like I would keel over if I didn't get some rest. I told Echo, who was just as tired as I was. She was still frightened and insecure. I ended up sleeping in her room beside her on her bed with Mr. Panda between the both of us. Just for a few seconds. I hesitated. remembering Rhona's accusations. but I wouldn't let her twisted, dirty mind stop me from giving Echo comfort. The truth was I didn't mind her being beside me. We were comforting each other.
"Wait," she signed just as I started to close my eyes. I watched her get out of bed. She turned and smiled back at me at her closet door.
Of course. I thought.
She opened the door and I joined her quickly to bring Destiny out. Echo wanted her watching over us as much as I did. I set her in the chair to the right of us. Echo then crawled into bed.
"Thank you. Destiny," I said.
I didn't have to throw my voice through her. I heard her in my mind.
"You're welcome."
I got into the bed and then Echo said. "Wait," again.
What was it this time? She rose quickly and went out of the bedroom. When she returned, she had the dream catcher we had put in Rhona's room.
"Very good," I said, attaching it above us. If there was ever a night we needed it, it was this night, I thought..
Echo smiled again and finally closed her eyes. I brushed some hair back off her eyes just the way my mother would brush mine. And then I lay back on the pillow. I fell asleep so quickly,
I don't think I turned over once after I closed my eves.
When I woke, it was dark outside and Echo was not beside me. For a few moments. I was terribly confused, but it all quickly came back and with it, a new panic. Where was she?
I sat up. It was so quiet in the house. Then I heard what I was positive was someone talking. I heard a laugh and my heart nearly bounced into my throat.
I slipped off the bed, put on my shoes, and scrubbed the fatigue out of my cheeks. Incredibly. I gazed at myself in the mirror and fidgeted with my hair. Female vanity, I thought. There was no way to get away from it.
I descended the stairway and walked to the living room. Sitting beside Echo was Tyler Monahan. He looked up quickly when I appeared in the doorway. To me he looked like a frightened puppy cowering with its tail between its legs.
"Hi, how are you?" he asked quickly. "I'm all right," I said.
"Everyone is talking about what happened up here. People came into our store to tell us because they knew I had been tutoring Echo."
I nodded and folded my arms under my breasts. I saw he was uncomfortable, but I wasn't about to be so forgiving so quickly.
"You know why Rhona was able to threaten me and blackmail me, don't you?"
"I figured that out after my mother told me what she had told her. I'm sorry about... about what I did. I didn't know Rhona would use it against you like that. I let my mother know she had done a bad thing, too."
"Uh-huh."
"No, really. I did."
I stared at him. He looked at Echo, who was smiling with such admiration at him.
"You should have. I'm glad."
"I made a decision," he said. "I've decided I shouldn't waste my education and my skills."
"What does that mean?"
"I called the school that we want Echo to attend and as it turns out, they have an opening and a need for someone like me. so I'm taking a job there. I was just explaining it to her," he said.
"Really? That's wonderful, Tyler.'
"I think so," he said. "I told my mother I would be showing her more respect by using the gifts she had given me. She understands now. At least. I think she does," he said.
"If she doesn't, she's a fool." I said, I wasn't in the mood to candy-coat anything. In many more ways than I thought. I had turned into my sister, my tough, competitive sister.
He nodded meekly. "How's Mrs. Westington taking all this?"
"She doesn't know any of the nifty-gritty details and we're not letting her know until the doctor gives the okay, but she's pretty smart and knows we went through something very unpleasant."
"Yeah," he said, looking down. "I'm sure you did. I'm sure it was horrible.'