All for Hope (4 page)

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Now, what is it you have of Hope’s?” Terrance inquired, wasting no time.

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Sit down.” Brennan gestured to the couch. “Would you like anything to drink, Mr. Terrance?”

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Call me Mark, and no, I just want to know what all this is about.”

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Last night I was in Houston, and I ran into Hope at a service station.”

Mark's face paled. He closed his eyes a moment and took a deep breath. “She spoke to you?”

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Yes, I ran her down when I recognized her. She begged me not to tell anyone I saw her, but something told me when I read about that letter in the paper that you knew she was still alive.”

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I knew,” the man answered.

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Do you have the letter? Can I read it?”

Mark studied him a moment.

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Please.” Brennan begged when he saw the hesitation. “I don't want to do anything to hurt her.”

“
The cops have the actual letter, but I made a copy before I let them have it. Here.” He pulled the folded note from his wallet.

Dear Mark,

I'm sorry about the money, but I have no choice in the matter. Don't worry, I'll pay you back as soon as possible. I suppose I should get right to the point. Tonight I will kidnap a baby, Michelle, from her grandparents. I know you probably think I must be out of my mind, but I have good reason.

Michelle's mother Justine has just been sent to prison for manslaughter. I think I’ve told you this story, but Justine was a prostitute I was counseling with the church. She and I became friends, and she confided to me that her father sexually and physically abused her. I finally pulled her from the prostitution, and I found her an apartment and helped her through most of her pregnancy.

Casey Leonard, a man she used to “work” for, found her and tried to get Justine to leave with him. When she refused, he tried to force her. In the struggle, she hit him on the head with a lamp and killed him.

I tell you, I swear to you, that Justine is not a criminal, but a victim. Leonard turned out to be a hot shot business man, and the prosecutor convinced the jury that Justine was bribing him for money by threatening to go to the press about his prostitution ring.

Her parents got custody even though Justine swore that she was physically and sexually abused. I can’t allow little Michelle to grow up in that home. I will not allow it. Please understand.

I won't get back in touch with you. I do not want anyone to believe you are an accomplice in this. Just believe that I love you and Cindy and always remember me. Good-bye.

Love,

Hope

Brennan folded the paper, gave it back to Mark. “She can't do this alone.”

He nodded. “What are your plans?”

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I'm going to go with her.”

Mark shook his head and released a frustrated laugh. “Do you know what you're saying? This thing may never go away. She might have to spend her entire life hiding. Can you sacrifice your life?”

Brennan cut a wry grin. “She'll need someone to help her get settled somewhere.” He chuckled and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck before looking at Mark again. “She's told you everything about me, hasn't she?”

Terrance sat up a little straighter, a defensive stance. “She's told me enough.”

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We’re all stupid kids at one time or another in our lives, Mark. I know I hurt her, but still she's always been there to help pick me up. She's always helping someone, but this time she’s in way over her head. She can’t do this alone. I owe her something for her friendship all those years. Besides, I don't have to stay away forever. I just want to make sure she makes it to a safe place and is able to care for herself.”

Again Mark nodded, sighing. “You know where she is?”

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She should still be in Houston. I don't know where she's staying, but I'll find her.”

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Keep your inquiries vague. Don't let anyone suspect who it is you're looking for. The cops believe she's dead, but they won't hesitate to reopen this case if so much as one clue shows up.”

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I realize that.”

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Do you need anything? Money? Anything?”

Bren shook his head and stood, pacing the room. “No, I have money.”

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Fine, just be careful.” He turned for the door, then thought better of it and spun back around to face the younger man again. “Don't let her down this time, Brennan.”

He put out his hand to the older man and smiled. “Thank you for your help, Mark. Good-bye.”

Mark shook his hand, and both men smiled to cover the worry they were feeling.

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Bye. And try to send me some sort of word to let me know you're all okay. And let her know from the start if you don’t plan to stay with her. It will break her heart to believe she has you by her side, then to lose you.”

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I will. Is there anything you'd like me to tell her?”

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No, just that I love her and am thinking of her. And if the two of you ever need anything, just ask me. I'll always be here.”

When Mark was gone, Bren picked up his phone and called Jim. The friends owned a business together and even though Brennan’s daily interaction these days was minimal, he still owed his partner some kind of an explanation.

“
Hey, man!” Jim exclaimed when he answered the phone. “How was that hot and heavy cruise? You put a ring on her finger yet?”

Brennan snorted, propping the phone between his ear and shoulder while he started exchanging the dirty clothes in his travel duffel for clean ones. “’Fraid not. Things aren’t going to work out with Jenny.”

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Ahahaha. I could’ve told you that about two months ago and saved you the cost of that trip. She’s not what you need.”

Silence ensued a minute and he could hear Jim tapping on his keyboard, probably entering figures into his accounting software. After high school, the two friends started working for Jim’s uncle, doing home improvement, plumbing and handyman type jobs. Bren even went so far as to work toward becoming a master plumber. When Brennan’s mother passed, he inherited a bit of cash and decided to buy out the business. It eventually morphed into a sort of an employment business, the two men arranging workers for contractors and sub-contractors. Jim was good with numbers so the two of them had gone in together as partners. Later Brennan realized he was much better at the sales, planning and logistics, so most days he worked via his computer.

“
You okay?” Jim finally asked, and Brennan could hear shuffling on the phone, indicating his friend was switching the receiver from one ear to the other.

“
I need some time, man. I need to try to figure things out. Can you handle things if I skip out a while?” He knew Jim could take care of things. These days Brennan mostly handled marketing and promotions, spending very little time on job sites.

Another period of quiet, then, “You okay? I mean, you’re not gonna go off and get into some trouble, are you?”

Smiling, he shook his head even though his friend couldn’t see the gesture. Leave it to Jim to stab straight at the heart of what was on his mind. Brennan had never been a stranger to “trouble” in all the years of their friendship. “Nah, no trouble. Just a breather.”

“
Listen, I know you’re ready to settle down. Mindy’s been telling me you’re lonely for a long time now. Just because Jenny’s not the one doesn’t mean you won’t find someone, ya know?”

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Yeah, I realize that. I just need some perspective, okay? I’ll keep in touch and you can contact me if you need me?”

“
Bren—”

He stopped folding a shirt and waited for Jim to continue talking.

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Have you seen the news? The papers?”

He felt his stomach lurch, and he took a deep breath. “You mean about Hope?”

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Yeah. You know, then?”

Brennan swallowed to clear his dry mouth and nodded mutely into the phone. “I know. I don’t know what to think about it. She was always getting herself into things like this. And always to help other people.”

Jim laughed, but the sound was hollow. Bren knew his friend must be grieving in his own right. He regretted not telling him the truth. Hope was his friend too, but it wasn’t fair to get Jim wrapped up in this when he had his own family to take care of.

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Seems like now that she’s gone, I keep finding a reason I want to call her. We hadn’t talked much in a few weeks.”

“
You okay?” Bren asked, plopping down on his bed and causing the headboard to hit the wall with a thump.

Jim sighed. “I’m good, man. What about you? Is this part of the reason you’re taking a break?”

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I guess in a way it is. Just because we haven’t been close in a long time doesn’t mean I didn’t miss her too.” It was the truth after all. “But I’m cool. I swear. You have anything you need to run by me before I go?”

“
Yeah, let me pull a few things real quick.”

Brennan listened absently while he finished packing. He wanted to get back on the road as soon as possible so that he could catch Hope before she disappeared forever.

Hope slowly pulled down the padded kneeler and bent to pray while little Michelle slept quietly in her carrier. Soft organ music drifted through the church, and she felt tears sting her eyes as she recognized the song. Clenching her hands together, she closed her eyes and sought the strength to face all that might be ahead of her.

As her mind wandered to her family and friends, she dropped her head and felt a sob begin to build in her throat. She imagined the pain and suffering her mother and father must be going through now, believing her dead.
What kind of daughter does that to her parents?
She longed to write to Mark so that he could share with them the truth of her circumstances, but she knew it would be better to wait a while longer, until the fervor of everything died down.

The choir director's voice told the congregation to open their hymnals and sing as the mass began. Hope took several deep breaths, struggling to bring herself under control, and then raised her head and began to stand.

When she looked up and saw a pair of tender blue eyes peering down, her knees gave out, and she slid back down onto the kneeler. Brennan glanced at the baby resting behind her, then smiled a little and came to stand next to her. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up just as the priest was entering the church.

“
How did you find me here?” she murmured, shock showing clear on her face.

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It's Sunday. I thought you'd come to mass, and this is the only Catholic church in the area of that service station. I took a chance.”

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But why?”

Bren squeezed her hand and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. “You didn't think I'd let you do this alone, did you?”

Hope was seated in the church, her rosary clutched tightly in her hand as she silently repeated the Hail Mary over the last decade of beads. Easter was fast approaching and she had always been told that Catholics should say a rosary at least once during the Lenten Season.