The Border Part Four

Copyright 2015 Amy Cross

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, entities and places are either products of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, businesses, entities or events is entirely coincidental.

Published by Dark Season Books

Kindle edition

First published: July 2015

“
I found a way back. You believe that, don’t you? I had to crawl through the mire.
”

With the police investigation moving slowly, Jane finds her attention drawn by another matter that threatens to turn her private life into a nightmare. Long-buried secrets threaten to reach the surface, leading her to a late-night meeting with someone she’d rather never see again.

Meanwhile, Jack is reunited with an old friend who warns him to trust his instincts when it comes to his brother. When another victim is found dead, Ben’s involvement becomes all too clear, and Jack is finally forced to make a stand in order to protect the town from his brother’s plans.

The Border is a horror thriller serial in eight parts, about a family’s search for the truth, and about a town gripped by the possibility that a killer lurks among them. This is the fourth part. Ends on a cliffhanger.

T
he Border

Prologue

Nine years ago

“Absolutely, Sir,” Jack said, remembering to keep his back straight and his shoulders firm as he stood in Mac’s office. His father had drilled him on his posture, and he damn well wasn’t going to slouch. “You can count on me, I won’t let you down.”

“You won’t, huh?” Sighing, Mac leaned across the desk and picked up a small white envelope, from which he slid a laminated card. “Get that rod out of your ass, boy, you’re not in the goddamn army. This is a newspaper in a dusty little town in the back-end of nowhere. As long as you bring me some decent copy for each edition, that’s all that matters, you hear me?”

“I’ve always been passionate about journalism,” Jack replied.

“Did you read that in a book?” Mac asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Did someone tell you to say that to me, to… I don’t know, to
impress
me?”

“No, Sir.”

“Don’t call me that. Call me Mac. It’s my goddamn name.”

“Yes, Mac. I mean -” He caught himself just in time. It felt wrong to be so informal, especially after all the advice his father had given him, but at the same time he felt he couldn’t disobey a direct order from his new boss. “Thank you, Mac.”

“For what?”

He paused. “Um… I’m not sure.”

Rolling his eyes, Mac took a look at the laminated card for a moment before sliding it toward him. “There’s your press card. Fat lot of good it’ll do you, but hang onto it anyway. Union rules say I’ve gotta give it to you, and the damn thing cost money. Plus, if you ever end up at a goddamn conference, you’ll probably get a discount at the bar if you flash that thing. Only goddamn use for it.” Leaning back in his chair, he watched as Jack took the card and admired it with obvious pride. “I remember when I was your age,” he drawled finally.

“You do, Sir? I mean, Mac…”

“I remember when my old boss gave me my first press card. I thought…”

“You were proud?”

“Nah. I just wanted to know when I’d get my first paycheck.”

“I’m not in this for the money,” Jack replied. “I mean, I do need to get paid, obviously, but I happen to think that journalism carries a deeper spiritual meaning, especially in a small-town situation.”

“You really
are
keen, aren’t you?” Mac said with a sigh. “Jesus Christ, all that crap about serving the public good and using journalism to maintain standards of discourse in society… You really meant it.”

“With all my heart, Sir,” Jack replied, slipping the card into his pocket. “I mean… Mac.”

“Well, we’ll scrub it out of you before too long.”

“With all due respect, I don’t know about that.”

“You sure you wanna be a reporter?” Mac asked. “Sure you don’t wanna pop down the road and sign up for the police instead?”

“Absolutely not,” Jack replied. “My wife’s just starting at the police station, actually. It was her first day just recently.”

“Well,” Mac muttered, “between the two of you, it seems like the town’s in safe hands. A cop and a reporter, eh? I don’t know whether to applaud or grab my sick bucket.” He paused. “I guess she’s in the thick of the Caitlin Somers murder, huh? Hell of a time to show up for your first few days.”

“Yes, Sir. It’s an awful business. She’s certainly been thrown in at the deep end.”

“You’re gonna have to cover that case, you know,” Mac continued. “Are you going to keep your private life out of your professional responsibilities?”

“Of course.”

“Really?” Mac frowned. “Why the hell would you do that? You’ve got connections with the local cops, you’d damn well better use them. I’m sure the little lady won’t mind slipping some information to you under the dining room table, so to speak. And if she’s reluctant, drill her good.”

“Wouldn’t that be unethical?” Jack asked.

“Huh?” Mac replied, cupping a hand to his ear as if he was suddenly deaf.

“Wouldn’t it be unethical?” Jack asked again.

“Huh?”

“Unethical, Sir.”

“What’s that word? Don’t use that word around here.”

“Okay,” Jack replied, forcing a smile.

“It’d be good reporting, is what it’d be,” Mac replied, picking up his phone. “Now get out there and start impressing me by filing some copy for the next edition. I’ve got some calls to make, so don’t bother me until it’s knocking-off time. I want five good, meaty stories on my desk by the time you leave, understood?”

“Five?” Jack replied, shocked by the scale of the challenge he was facing.

“Five,” Mac said firmly. “Now move. You don’t have time to stand in my office looking gormless and lost, not if you want to have any kind of career in the newspaper business.” He looked down at his paperwork for a moment, before glancing back at Jack as the new hire headed to the door. “Your wife,” he called after him. “Is her name Jane?”

Jack turned back to him. “Yes, it is. Do you know her?”

“I’ve seen her about,” Mac replied, getting back to work. “This is one hell of a small town.”

***

“He’s a little…” Jack paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word to describe his new boss. “Old-fashioned,” he continued finally. “I think that’s all it is. He’s, like, in his fifties at least. I think he doesn’t really understand the modern world, and he’s struggling to stay afloat.”

“Snap,” Jane muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich as she and her husband sat in the middle of the town square, under the shade of the old birch tree. It had become a tradition for them to meet for lunch, and one that was much easier now they worked almost next door to one another. “My boss is quite a character too. Sometimes I think Alex is actually…” She paused, and then she smiled. “I shouldn’t say stuff like that. He’s a good man. Different, but good.”

“Mac wants me to squeeze you for information,” Jack replied.

“Squeeze me?”

“You know, get you to let things slip so I can put them in the paper.”

“Fat chance.”

“That’s what I told him.”

“I’d get fired,” she continued, “and then where would we be?” She took another bite. “Are you sure your mother doesn’t mind picking the kids up from school later? I feel like we’ve placed such a burden on her.”

“It’s fine. She likes helping out, and she’s glad that we’re both pursuing our careers.”

“But the kids -”

“Will be fine at my mother’s for an hour after school each day,” he added. “Stop worrying.” He paused for a moment. “So is there
any
scoop you could pass on to me?”

“Seriously?”

“I need to impress Mac. I know it’s wrong, but just on my first day, if you could -”

“Nope,” she said firmly, shaking her head.

“Damn it,” he replied with a smile, “why did I marry someone who has such strong morals?”

“You made a big mistake there,” she told him. “Shoulda found some dumb little thing who doesn’t give a rat’s ass.” Leaning over, she kissed the side of his face, lingering for a moment to breathe in the smell of his aftershave. She wanted to kiss him again immediately, but she knew she shouldn’t get carried away so she pulled back. “You’ll do just fine. Before you know it, Mac’ll be out and you’ll be the Herald’s new editor.”

“Hah,” he replied, “that’ll be the day.”

“I mean it,” she continued. “You’re the future of that newspaper, everyone knows it. Mac’s so set in his ways, it’s unreal. I’m not being ageist, I just think his time has passed.”

“True,” Jack said with a smile. “He asked me today whether I thought the paper needed a website, and where we’d buy one. Not that he actually used the word website, of course. He called it a computer page.” He quickly launched into a half-decent impression of Mac: “Hey, kid, where do we get one of them computer pages from, eh? One that people can look at on their computer?”

She rolled her eyes.

“I told him I’d set one up in my spare time,” he continued. “He thinks it’s a waste of time, but I told him, the internet’s changing everything. He still thinks the idea of a website is that people can print it out to read on their porch.”

“Tell me about it,” Jane replied. “We’ve been going through records of Caitlin Somers’ digital life. Social media, email, that sort of thing. I’m not that much older than her, not much more than a decade, but I already feel like I don’t understand how kids do that kind of thing. Alex and I figured we might -” She stopped suddenly, as if she’d caught herself just in time. “Well,” she added with a smile, “there I go, almost shooting my mouth off and giving information away to a handsome journalist.”

“Perish the thought.”

“I’ve got to get back,” she added, getting to her feet and brushing crumbs from her lap before dropping the sandwich wrapper into a nearby bin. “Alex wants us to go and talk to Joe Baldwin at the hospital again. He’s hoping that somehow Joe might -”

“You’re doing it again,” Jack pointed out.

She sighed, before miming zipping her lips shut. “Habit,” she added, leaning down and planting another kiss on the side of his face, enjoying the aftershave again, before taking a step back. “It’s gonna be a while before I remember that I can’t just unload on you at the end of a hard day at work. Why’d you have to become a journalist, huh? Why couldn’t you become something boring, like… a pharmacist, or a bookseller?”

“Well, you’re stuck with me now.”

She paused, as if there was something else on her mind, something she couldn’t quite get out. “And Jack,” she said finally, clearly feeling uncomfortable, “about your boss. Don’t let Mac influence you too much.”

“Influence me?”

“Don’t put him on a pedestal.”

“Of course not. He’s a pretty cool old guy, though. There’s a lot I can learn from him.”

“Maybe,” she replied, “but… Just be yourself. Mac’s not…”

He waited for her to finish.

“Not what?” he asked finally.

She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out.

“Don’t you like Mac?” he asked.

“I’ve never met him,” she continued. “I just think you should trust your instincts rather than letting him sway you, that’s all.”

“I’ll try to remember that,” he said with a frown. “Any other vague comments you want to make before you head back?”

“I love you,” she replied, turning and heading across the town square.

“Love you too, honey,” he said with a smile, watching as she walked away. Just as he was about to get to his feet, however, he spotted Jane’s notebook on the bench next to him, and he reached out to pick it up. For a moment, he was about to open it and take a look, before stopping himself just in time. There was probably plenty of useful information in there, things he could use to knock out five stories for Mac in under an hour, but while the temptation was great, he just couldn’t bring himself to betray his wife. With a sigh, he got to his feet and hurried across the square.

“Hey!” he called after Jane. “Honey, you forgot this!”