Unleashed: Part 2 (Unleashed Series) Page 7

  Claire stumbled into the wall and slumped to the floor. Through blurry vision and a sudden massive headache, she saw Ethan tackle Corey to the pavement. Over a high-pitched ringing in her ears, she heard shouting and screaming. Ethan was sitting on top of Corey raining punches down on his face while Kate tried to pull him off.

  Someone came to Claire's side. Her head lopped to the side to see whom. Steph was kneeling and saying something but Claire couldn't hear what. Her gaze lowered to the cracked concrete, to Steph's drumsticks lying near her knees.

  Claire missed singing. She let her eyes close, and let the stage in her mind come alive. A single light turned on and shined on the stage. She took hold of the microphone and began to sing. All of her emotions poured into the music, leaving her empty.

  "Claire?"

  The ringing in her ears was gone. Claire opened her eyes. Logan was by Steph. Both of them looked worried. She didn't like it.

  "Is there something on my face?" she said, and forced a smile.

  Beyond them, the police officer who had been following her earlier was yelling at Corey and Ethan. The store clerk had also come out and was holding onto Corey.

  Claire quickly struggled to stand despite Kate and Logan’s protests. "I'm fine. It's no big deal."

  She touched her head. Extremely tender, but no blood.

  "Don't do this," Logan said. "Not now. You are not okay."

  "Whatever." Claire pushed through them to get to the police saying, “Ethan did nothing wrong!”

  “Get out of here, Claire,” Ethan said, more like growled. His chest was puffed out, and only the officer’s hand on his chest was keeping him from attacking Corey again. “Logan, take her home!”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she said.

  Logan took hold of her arm. "Let's go, Claire."

  She tried to shake off his hand, but it wouldn't budge. "We're leaving. Now. This is what I want from you, and then we're even. You’ll never owe me anything ever again."

  That got her attention. She glanced toward Ethan. Another cop had arrived and was walking him to his patrol car while the other officer spoke to Corey.

  “There going to want to talk to you, too,” Steph said to her. “Maybe you shouldn’t leave.”

  “They know where to find me. Let’s go, Logan.” Claire turned to Steph. "Tell Ethan to call me when he's done."

  Logan guided her away from the gas station and toward his car parked just down the street.

  As soon as she closed the passenger door, Logan, who was already in, said, "What was that back there?"

  She tipped her head against the window. "Can you just take me home? I want to sleep."

  "Headache?"

  "Something like that."

  "You got hit pretty hard." He started the car and drove in the opposite direction of the gas station.

  "You saw it?"

  "Just the tail end. I was right behind Ethan."

  "Corey's such an ass. I hope they throw him in jail!”

  Logan was silent.

  "What?" Claire said. "Say it!"

  "I'm worried about you."

  "Why? This was nothing."

  "You're wrong. I know you better than anyone, and I saw what you did back there."

  "What I did?"

  "You went all I-don’t-care-about-anything, like you used to do. Before."

  "Before what?"

  Claire heard his swallow. She could practically see him gathering his strength as he prepared to say it, but she didn't stop him. She needed to hear it.

  "Before you discovered that dead girl. Ever since then, you've been different. In a good way. It's like a wall came down and you finally allowed yourself to feel again."

  "I've been feeling scared! That's a good thing?"

  Logan nodded slowly. "It's called emotions. What your father did to you stripped you of this. But any emotions are better than feeling nothing. It’s what makes us human."

  Claire turned away from him. "I disagree."

  "I know it sucks to feel scared, but if you let yourself feel that then maybe you can start feeling other things, too."

  "Like what?" she mumbled.

  It was a second before Logan said, "Love."

  "How do you know I don't feel that?"

  Logan shrugged, his eyes sad. "Maybe you do. I don't know. I just don't want to see you going back to how you used to be. It's okay to cry. Corey hitting you had to hurt more than just physically."

  Claire focused on the pain at the side of her head. She wasn't ready to focus on the other kind. "It's fine. I just want to go to sleep."

  Logan reached over and rubbed her back. "Okay."

  Claire finally got out of bed later that afternoon. She hadn’t really slept, but she did replay events over and over in her head, from the first time she saw Mindy all the way to what Logan had said. He was right. She had changed, too subtly for her to notice. But now what? Everything hurt, especially her head. She touched it lightly and winced.

  Claire heard the television in the living room click off. Logan was still here. Her shoulders slumped. Time for an apology. She ignored the light blinking on her phone. Ethan had called her several times, but she needed some time to sort things out, to make a decision on who she wanted to be. Whatever she decided would affect him, too.

  Opening the door, she walked down the hall and into the living room. Before she could speak, Logan stood up and said, “Forget about what happened earlier. We need to stay focused, get this thing with Bodian resolved so you can feel something other than being scared—”

  “Logan—”

  “Ethan will be here any second. I have a plan.”

  She parted the blinds on the window and looked out. Ethan was just outside talking to a police officer parked out front. She breathed in and turned around. “Thank you, Logan, for everything.”

  He looked directly in her eyes. “I want this to end just as much as you do.”

  His gaze was so intense that she turned away, her pulse suddenly racing. Before she could analyze why, the door opened.

  Ethan walked in and looked from Logan to Claire.

  “What’s the verdict?” Logan asked.

  “They let me go. Corey isn’t pressing charges.” He stepped in front of Claire and looked her over as if to make sure she was all right. “But you can press charges on him if you want. You just have to go to the police station to fill out a report.”

  Claire stared down at Ethan’s bloodied knuckle. She had enough to worry about. “I’ll think about it.”

  Logan cleared his throat. “So, Bodian. We need to blow this whole H371 thing wide open.”

  “But how?” Claire asked. “We don’t even know who’s behind it, other than someone called Blackbird. And besides, who would believe a bunch of teenagers?”

  “No one if we don’t have proof,” Ethan said.

  “And one lousy document with no one’s name on it isn’t going to work,” Logan added. “So here’s my plan. We go see Anne Dawson.”

  “Who?” Ethan and Claire asked at the same time.

  “The lady I told you about. The one who tried to blow the whistle on Bodian a few years back.”

  Claire shook her head. "I doubt she even lives here anymore. I know I wouldn’t.”

  "She does. My boss at the restaurant is sort of friends with her," Logan said.

  "Do you know where she lives?"

  “Yup. And we’re going there tonight. If you guys want, that is.”

  Claire glanced back at Ethan. He was nodding his head in agreement.

  “Okay. Let’s do it,” she said.

  “What time?” Ethan asked. “I’ve got some things to do first.”

  “Me, too,” Logan said. “Let’s meet back here at 5:30.”

  After they all agreed, Claire watched both Logan and Ethan walk away. A twinge of guilt nagged at her. She shouldn’t be getting them involved. She knew how dangerous Gage was and didn’t doubt he’d kill both of them if given the chance. Just the thought of so
mething happening to either one of them about crippled her.

  She closed her eyes and hoped. Hoped that the woman Anne Dawson would help end this nightmare.

  Chapter Fifteen

  At exactly 5:30 p.m., Logan and Ethan pulled into Claire’s driveway. She was speaking with a cop parked outside her house when she saw them. She turned back to Officer Johnson, an older man in his sixties. "See? Those two guys will be with me the whole time, and I'll be back before dark. So you can tell Smith I'll be just fine and if he has a problem with that, he can call me.”

  "I don't know, Claire—” Officer Johnson began, but she was already opening Logan's passenger door.

  "You better be back before dark!" he called after her. She saluted him from within the car.

  "What was that all about?" Logan asked.

  "I relieved him of his babysitting duties," she said. "So where we going?"

  "Clear up in the mountains, off Bear Creek Road," Ethan said.

  "Is it far?"

  "About forty-five minutes."

  Logan drove fast, for which Claire was grateful. Right now Anne Dawson was the only hope they had.

  "Who would live out here?" Ethan asked when their car about lost a tire going over a deep hole on the dirt road.

  "Someone who's trying to hide," Logan said quietly.

  Claire stared out the windows with the rest of them, watching as they drove deeper and deeper into mountainous terrain. Trees as old as the earth itself seemed to block their path, but each time Logan managed to get around them on the narrow road. An ominous feeling settled into her gut.

  "Anyone else have a bad feeling?" she asked.

  Ethan reached from behind the back seat and rubbed her shoulders. "It's going to be okay."

  "We're just looking for answers," Logan said. "Nothing bad is going to happen."

  "That's what teenagers always say when they go into the woods just before dark. And then they're murdered." She forced a nervous laugh.

  Logan turned to her. "You're really shook up, aren't you?"

  It wasn't like Claire to feel afraid, let alone voice her fear to others, but, as Logan had already pointed out, she hadn't been herself lately.

  "There it is," Ethan said, pointing out the window to his left.

  Claire could barely see it through the trees: a cabin half the size of her house. A porch on the front was partially collapsed, making it look empty, but a plume of smoke puffed from a brick chimney, making the cabin seem alive. She shuddered.

  Logan turned off the car. "Let's get this over with.”

  "Yeah, before Bigfoot returns," Ethan said.

  Claire got out of the car and stared at the cabin, thinking back to all the events that led her here. Would this ever end?

  A moment later Ethan put his arm around her and smiled. "It's not that bad. It reminds me of my grandpa's cabin."

  "Who wants to brave that porch first?" she asked.

  Ethan stepped forward. “I’ll go.”

  Logan put his hand out, stopping him. “I’ve got this.” He took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

  He walked to the porch and hesitantly stepped upon the first stair. The wooden porch groaned under his weight but held. He turned around and shrugged. "I don't know what the big deal is. It’s fine." He moved to take the next step when all of a sudden the front door opened, startling him. He fell backwards, landing hard on his back.

  Too stunned to say anything, Claire stared at the dark figure standing in the doorway, the body silhouetted by a soft light glowing from within the cabin.

  "Ms. Dawson?" Logan said from the ground.

  "How do you know my name?" a voice said, gentler than Claire expected.

  "My boss is Don Garret. He sent me out here hoping you could help us. I just have a few questions."

  The woman was silent for what seemed like an eternity before she finally stepped into the light. "Then you better ask them quickly. It'll be dark soon and you don't want to be out here when the sun goes down. You can call me Anne."

  Ethan smiled encouragingly at Claire.

  "Come inside," Anne said. "I just made bread."

  Claire followed the others in, surprised at how nice the inside of the home was. It resembled a studio apartment with only a bedroom and small kitchen. A round table was shoved in the corner; two loaves of freshly baked bread sat on its top. The place was decorated in forest greens and mauves. Everything matched perfectly, including a small lamp sitting on the far end of the counter. Claire wondered if Anne had purchased all the décor from the same store.

  Despite the attention to detail, there was no TV, only a tall bookshelf crammed full of books some of which had fallen to the floor.

  "Have a seat," Anne said, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear. The rest of it was pulled back into a loose ponytail. Claire noticed her left hand was shaking. It matched the twitch in her cheek, just above a deep purple scar. If it wasn't for the three-inch deformity, she might've been beautiful with fair skin and gray eyes.

  The boys must've been just as disturbed by her appearance as Claire because nobody moved.

  "I said sit down." Anne’s voice turned cold, chilling the cramped cabin.

  Logan and Ethan dropped into the chairs by the table.

  "You have a lovely home," Claire said, trying to warm the space back up.

  “Yeah, I like your dishes," Ethan said. Logan quickly agreed.

  Claire gave them a "could-you-say-anything-lamer?" look. There was only one set of dishes, a blue color, resting on the counter as if Anne was about to eat dinner. Ethan shrugged.

  Anne’s expression suddenly warmed and she grinned, making her scar look like a squashed caterpillar. “I don’t get visitors often. Would you like some bread?”

  “That’s okay. We don’t want to take too much of your time.” Claire looked from Ethan to Logan, and then back to Anne. "We just want to ask you some questions. About Bodian Dynamics.”

  Anne’s smile disappeared. "I have nothing to say about Bodian."

  "Why did you leave?" Ethan blurted.

  Her head snapped in his direction, and her lip curled up beneath a flaring nose. "I didn't leave. They fired me! I loved my job."

  "Why did they fire you?" Logan asked, his voice gentle.

  Anne's shoulders slumped, and she motioned her head toward the door. "You shouldn't be here. Please leave."

  "But bad things are happening,” Claire said, “and we think it has something to do with Bodian.”

  Anne shook her head. "Not my problem anymore. I tried to stop them once, but no one would listen. And then they ruined my life."

  Claire leaned forward. "But we're listening now, and we're trying to stop them too, before it's too late."

  Anne took two steps into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. "Stop them from what?" She removed an antiqued looking mug and poured herself a cup of coffee.

  Start from the beginning," Ethan encouraged Claire.

  Claire swallowed. "Several weeks ago I was at Bodian Dynamics…” She continued telling Anne everything that had happened, including the girl she'd found at the pool and how the “fingerprints” matched those on her window, but more importantly how they weren't human. She also talked about Gage and how he was stalking her.

  Throughout her speech, Claire noticed Anne growing paler, but it wasn’t just that. Her right hand, hidden from view from Ethan and Logan, clenched the edge of the counter as if she was hanging on to it for life, but Claire didn't stop. She needed answers.

  When Claire finally finished, she said, "So we need to know if the reason you were fired has anything to do with what's going on now, and we need to know how to stop Gage and Bodian. We need to expose them for what they've done."

  At this, Anne shook her head and began to tug at her hair, pulling brown strands out of the ponytail. "That's not possible. They will bury all of you if you say anything."

  "But what if we can get proof?" Logan asked. Claire noticed he was sweating. She glanced at Ethan. He looked
cold. As for her, she felt numb.

  "Proof?" Anne said and turned her head to look out the window.

  Claire followed her gaze. The sun was just beginning to set. Its fading light shined into Anne's gray eyes, and Claire thought she saw a spark of hope, but it disappeared just as quickly as it had come.

  "It doesn't matter," Anne said. "I had proof. Even a video tape of what they were doing."

  "What exactly were they doing?" Claire asked, hoping for the spark to return.

  "I haven’t spoken about it for three years. They forced me into silence."

  "Forced you? How?" Ethan asked. His eyebrows were pulled tightly together.

  Anne looked up at him. "They threatened the lives of my parents, my sister, even her children."

  Ethan sat up straight. "But they were just threats, right?"

  "That's what I thought, too. But then my parent’s house burned to the ground. They barely made it out alive."

  "You think it was Bodian?" Claire asked.

  "I know it was." Anne took a sip. The glass shaking in her hands barely made it to her lips. "After that I moved away from everyone. I told Bodian I'd never talk about it again, but it wasn’t enough. They followed me everywhere for weeks until they left me this," she pointed to her scar, "to make sure I'd keep my mouth shut, and I have and will. You’re wasting your time."

  Claire stood up. She wasn't about to let things go. "But they won't know we've been here! We promise not to say anything."

  For the first time, Anne laughed. It was sweet sounding like the sound you’d hear at a child’s birthday party.

  "They already know you're here, dear," she said. "Don't you get it? Bodian knows everything."

  Ethan stood up next to her. "They're not gods. They can be stopped."

  Anne placed her mug on the counter. "You guys think you're being brave, but you're not. You're being naive. You have no idea who you're up against."

  "Then tell us," Claire begged. "Please?"

  Anne looked at each of them.

  Claire softened her voice. "Surely you can't like living out here—away from your family and friends. I know Bodian took everything from you, but you have a chance now to get back at them. Share with us what you know, and I promise we'll bring them down."