RUNAWAY TWINS (Runaway Twins series #1) (5 page)

“Three days!” Justin exclaimed, his
round blue eyes growing even rounder with excitement and frustration. “Three days. We’ve got to get busy. We need so many things, and we need to get them without anyone noticing what we’re doing.”

“We’ve already got some of the stuff on our list,” said Rachel. “In the laundry room, behind the dryer—two packs, one for Janie to carry and one for me.”

“I’m building a pack, too,” said Justin, “but we’ve got a lot more to get. And now there’s only two days left to finish the job.”

“Three days,” said Janie.

“No,” Justin said emphatically, “we need to give ourselves a safety margin of a day. We need to escape with a day to spare. Let’s go over our lists again, and let’s start with food—packaged, dry, no canned goods. Cans are too heavy. If we load our packs with cans, we won’t be able to carry anything else.”

“Noodles, things like that?” asked Janie.

“Right, noodles—all kinds—beans, dried meat. Jerky if we can find some.”

“Water?” asked Rachel.

“No, with all the snow out there we won’t have to worry about water. We can melt snow. We don’t want to eat the snow, that’ll lower our body temperature, but we can build fires and make our own water.”

“Matches?” said Janie.

“Sure, but cigarette lighters would be better, a bunch of them. Matches can get wet and useless.”

Janet said, “The guards and a couple of Mobly’s wives smoke. I’ll bet there are lighters all over the place.”

“And let’s not forget heavy clothes,” said Justin. “It’s cold out there. Real cold. Three or four layers plus our heavy coats. Hats or knit caps, scarves, gloves. Gloves for sure. We’ve all got gloves, don’t we?”

The girls nodded.

“What about a tent?” asked Rachel.

“Great if we can find one, not too big or it would be too heavy to carry. But I’ve looked in every nook and cranny and I haven’t seen one. So I guess that’s out. A tarp or two, very light, or maybe a couple of plastic sheets. We need something to help keep the cold out of our shelters—from the earth and from the roof.”

It was early evening and they were sitting on the long sofa near the fire. Their words were serious, but their expressions and their laughter were flippant, as if they didn’t have a care in the world and as if they weren’t planning a desperate escape. On several occasions passersby eyed them suspiciously, but Justin quickly misdirected them with loud silly comments to the girls. “And then the three bears ate Goldilocks and the bears lived happily ever after.” The twins’ hilarious reactions and Justin’s happy face allayed whatever doubts the watchers might have had, and more often than not they smiled at the kids’ frivolity. The Prophet was not so easily satisfied. When he strode by the sofa on his way to the kitchen and heard the playfulness and laughter, he gave Justin a stern look and said, “Life is serious business, son. Don’t lead these young ladies into foolishness. They have a fantastic future, and they need to concentrate on weighty matters—not nonsense….I think it might be better if you don’t spend so much time with Rachel and Janie.”

When the Prophet had departed, Justin said, “I can’t believe it. He’s jealous of me. He thinks I’m going to steal your affections.”

Rachel touched his arm. “You
have
stolen our affections, Justin.”

He laughed. “And I feel the same way about you two. But I don’t think we define the word the same way he does.”

The next day’s class sessions
were particularly trying for the three young people. The Prophet and Elder Mobly harped over and over again regarding the Biblical validity of polygamy and the marriage of young girls to older men.

“The Virgin Mary herself was probably no older than thirteen when she was betrothed to Joseph,” said Mobly. “That is our example, our lead, our model.”

The angriest rebellious wife said, “That was a different culture, a different time. Who says we’re supposed to copy Mary and Joseph?”

“God says,” the Prophet interrupted. “He has spoken to me personally and has confirmed everything we teach.”

The wife shook her head. “And did He tell you that you can have as many wives as you want?”

With obvious hatred in his eyes, the Prophet stared at the woman for a long time before responding. It was clear to Justin and the girls that the woman was teetering on the brink of destruction and her destroyer was now in the process of formulating his plans.

Justin tried to break the spell. “Didn’t a lot of the Bible characters have more than one wife, sir?”

The Prophet turned toward him and smiled. “Yes, yes. We all remember Solomon, the wisest man whoever lived. He had hundreds of wives and many concubines. King David had dozens of wives. And Jacob had Rachel and her sister Leah.” At the mention of sisters, he looked at Janie and Rachel and inclined his head slightly as if to say that his intention to include them in his harem was most definitely based on Biblical principles.

The rebellious wife disappeared that
night; and the twins and Justin were subdued as they stood on the back deck, gazing up at the dark night sky.

“The tracks head up again,” he said. “I’m afraid she’s at the bottom of the pit with Mrs. Riggs.”

“When?” said Rachel, tears forming in her bottle-green eyes.

Justin shrugged. “Don’t know for sure. I didn’t see her anywhere after about three o’clock.”

“Can’t we do something?” said Janie.

“Too late,” he said. “And I’m not sure there was anything we could have done even if we caught them in the act. We tried to warn her, to get her to stop criticizing them. But she was determined to have her say.”

“We should have told her about Mrs. Riggs,” said Rachel.

“She probably wouldn’t have believed us,” said Justin. “Adults don’t pay much attention to kids.” He changed the subject. “How are you two doing on the list I gave you?”

“Pretty good,” said Janie. “But we need a lot more.”

“Not heavy stuff,” he said. “Remember we have to carry it up into the mountains.”

Inside the great room near
the side exit, Elder Mobly, J.J. Flack, and two security guards stood talking. Elder Mobly had an anxious expression on his face.

“We can’t keep doing this. Two in less than a week. Someone will suspect. Something will get out.”

“I don’t like it either,” said the Prophet, “but God has made it clear He won’t tolerate scoffers and rebels. We all must follow His instructions.”

The two beefy guards appeared bored, as if matters of conscience were beyond them. They’d been told what to do and they’d done it. Simple. No thought, no worries.

“Mrs. Riggs was threatening,” said Mobly. “I understood your orders with her, but—”

“God’s orders,” said Flack.

“Yes, I know, but today seemed over-the-top, premature. We didn’t really give her much of a chance.”

“She wasn’t going to change, and she challenged me in front of my new brides…in front of everyone.”

“What about her family?”

“Long out of touch. She’s been buried in the temple for years, and now she’s buried in reality.” He looked around. “Where are the kids?”

One of the guards, a thickset, brutish man with no neck, said, “Out on the back deck.”

“Are they being watched? Can they get away?”

“To where?” said the guard.

The Prophet nodded. He then said slowly, “I don’t trust that boy Justin.”

Mobly said, “He seems to be making a good deal of progress.”

“He’s spending too much time with Rachel and Janie. He might turn their heads.”

“They’re the same age. It’s natural for them to be together.”

“The girls are mine,” Flack said, “and I don’t want him around them. Besides, God has informed me that the boy’s a troublemaker and that we might have to deal with him.”

Mobly’s long, thin face turned pale. “Deal with him? How? Surely not the mine. He’s too young. We can’t—”

Flack bristled. “He’s old enough to distract the twins, and he’s old enough to go to the authorities if he’s not dealt with….God has a plan, and we can’t let anyone or anything interfere with His plan.”

Much later that night, when
the household was asleep and the lone guard was once again snoring beside the fireplace, Justin crept down the stairs and eased toward the kitchen. He was fairly certain the guard was drunk and dead to the world, but he couldn’t be sure and he was taking no chances. When he reached a position just behind the guard’s head, he stood still, listening to the man’s grunts and wheezes. When it became obvious that alcohol had indeed rendered the man unconscious, Justin relaxed and headed briskly into the kitchen.

He was on a supply mission. He was carrying a small canvass backpack he’d found on a shelf in the upstairs utility closet; and he was hoping to fill the backpack with dry foods, plastic sheets, matches, knives, spoons, and even some cigarette lighters and fishhooks, if he was lucky. The kitchen area had its own lights, but Justin did not turn them on for fear of rousing the guard. It was, therefore, difficult to function in the residual light from the great room. The shadows caused by the flames in the fireplace danced on the cabinets and countertops, and on several occasions he was forced to pause to refocus his eyes. But despite the dim light, he was pleased with the progress he was making. In a top drawer he found a treasure: four cigarette lighters and six matchbooks. From the cabinets he culled beans, macaroni, and an assortment of dry soups in handy little packets. On the counter he found a knife rack from which he drew three long blades, including one with a serrated edge which he knew he could use to cut small limbs and twigs. He wished he could find a chopping instrument of some kind, but he supposed that was asking too much.

And now it was time to head back upstairs, hide his stash, and crawl back into bed. He would then get up in the morning and act as if he’d gotten a good night’s sleep and as if he were a good little boy. As soon as he could, he would tell the girls what he had accomplished.

Suddenly, the fluorescent lights above his head flickered on, causing him to flinch and to lose his bearings. He dropped his backpack and thought for a moment he might fall to the floor. Instead, he groped for the counter top to steady himself, and when he regained his balance, he whirled to face the doorway. An indistinct shape filled the open space, but Justin couldn’t determine who or what he was seeing. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and the shape began to come into focus. It was the massive, bull-like guard who should still be asleep on the sofa by the fire.

“What’re you doing in here, boy? What’re you up to?”

Justin recovered and said, “Looking for something to eat, sir. I got hungry.”

The guard eyed him suspiciously. “Hungry, eh? Then why didn’t you turn on the light?”

“You were sleeping, sir. I didn’t want to wake you.”

The guard noticed the backpack on the floor. “What’s that?”

Justin bent and scooped it up. “Nothing, sir, just some books and things.”

“Books? How can you read without any light?”

Justin couldn’t think of a ready answer, and he remained speechless.

“You’d better give me that bag,” said the guard.

Justin clutched the pack to his chest. “It’s nothing, sir. Really.”

“Give me the bag, kid, or I’ll take it from you.”

Elder Mobly trembled as the
Prophet thundered on about betrayal and lies and traitors in the midst of the Sheba Hill faithful. Mobly tried to interrupt on several occasions, but the Prophet ignored him and continued his diatribe. “I told you we couldn’t trust that boy. I told you God had warned me about him.” The items from Justin’s backpack were displayed on the long table in Elder Mobly’s office. Justin was sitting disconsolate in a chair flanked by the two burly security guards.

“Maybe the boy can explain,” said Mobly.

“More lies,” said the Prophet. “Explanations aren’t necessary.” He motioned toward the table. “Three knives and the rest of these supplies. Was he planning a picnic? The only answer I want from you, young man, is, are the twins involved? Have you corrupted their minds? Have you spoiled my plans for them?”

“Rachel and Janie have nothing to do with this,” said Justin.

“So you say.”

“What would I do with two girls out there in this weather? I was thinking of leaving and heading back to Alaska. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, ever since my father and uncle died. It has nothing to do with you, with the temple, or with Rachel and Janie.”

The Prophet stared at him long and hard.

When Justin didn’t appear for
breakfast, the twins were immediately concerned. They asked Elder Mobly about it, and his nervous response that Justin was being sent to the Texas facility for more concentrated training caused them to jump to their feet.

“Why? When? What do you mean?”

Mobly coughed. “Well, he has a few issues that can best be handled by our people in Texas. When? As soon as this snowstorm ends and the driver can negotiate the road down the mountain.

In their room Rachel said,
“We’ve got to do something. We’ve only got an hour and a half before class starts, and the snow is already starting to let up. Wherever they’ve got Justin, they’ll be taking him up the mountain soon. There’s no Texas, just like there wasn’t any Texas for Mrs. Riggs. There’s only the mine and that deep hole.”

Janie’s eyes were filled with tears. She was sitting on the bed next to her sister. “But what can we do? What—”

Rachel said, “I don’t know, but we’ve got to do something, try something. We can’t let them murder him.”

“They’ll kill us, too,” said Janie.

“Then so be it,” Rachel said, taking her sister in her arms. “What better way to die than trying to save our friend.”

Janie wiped her eyes and managed a smile. “Better than marriage to J.J. Flack, I suspect.”

“Anything’s better than that,” said Rachel.

Janie recovered her composure and jumped to her feet. “Then let’s get busy. Dress as warm as we can—our heaviest stuff. Extra socks, hats, caps, boots—the whole bit. We can’t get our packs from the laundry room. The guard’s there, a few feet from the laundry room door.”

“I know,” said Rachel. “We’ll have to go just as we are—except for these.” She retrieved a sheathed hunting knife and a small flashlight they had found and had secreted under the shoe rack in their closet.

“That knife won’t be much help against the guards,” said Janie.

“I know. We’ll have to think of something else. We’ll have to get to the mine before they do. Wait for them.”

“Then what?”

Rachel shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

“Well, let’s hurry!” Janie exclaimed, looking out the window. “The snow’s almost stopped. They’ll be taking him soon.”

“Down the back stairs and out the back door,” said Rachel. “I wish we could get to the laundry room and get our stuff.”

“Me, too, but we have to go now, before they think to guard the back stairs. We’ve got to try to save Justin.”