The Legend of Kareem (20 page)

I turned off the shower and dressed quickly. My body felt battered and bruised again, and the ache in my head had centralized where my jaw met my temple. Opening and closing my mouth felt like moving an unhinged joint.

When I rejoined Dad and Susan in the living room, they hushed their conversation. My father, with his surgically altered face, the man I hadn’t seen in two decades, was still sitting on the coffee table.

“Are you ready to talk now?” Dad said.

“No, I’m not. To tell you the truth, I’m not sure if I care about you, or IntelliCraft, or any of this anymore. I feel like I used to be able to trust people, but all of you have ruined that forever. I don’t give a shit about this anymore. I’m tired of failing and everything I do ending in ruin.”

Dad shook his head. “Not everything is in ruin. I’m sorry about Omar, but you’re still alive. That’s what counts.”

“I just want to go home and be with my wife, because I’m going to be a dad soon. I can’t put myself in danger like this anymore.”

He looked me up and down. “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

I nodded. “I lost all my clothes. Since you were dead, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Am I really about to become a grandfather?” he said. “I’ve always wondered what that would feel like.”

“It’s none of your business, that’s what it’s going to feel like. I’m guessing that with the whole faking-your-death and erasing-your-past business, you’re not going to be popping by anytime soon to babysit.”

“I understand,” Dad said. “But you should know this: everything I did, I did to keep all of us safe. Kareem was not the pure man you think he was. Neither was his brother. What they wanted to do… it would have ruined many lives. Trusting them almost got you killed, and what do you have to show for it?”

Given the choice between trusting my dad, and trusting in the things magical mystery man Kareem had told me, the path seemed obvious.

“I don’t know if I believe you. About anything,” I said. Then I asked Susan, “can you take me to the nearest airport, please?”

***

Susan pulled into the short-term parking at Brownsville/South Padre airport. As I reached out to grab the door handle, she put a hand on my arm.

“I’m sorry about all this,” she said. “I know you’ve been through a lot. You should never have been involved in the first place.”

I looked her straight in the eye. “What was on the memory card Dad smashed?”

She pursed her lips. “If you knew the truth, it would only get worse for you.”

“Fine. What happens next?”

“Go home and be with your wife. Maybe think about taking her on a long vacation, the kind where you don’t tell anyone where you’re going. Forget about us, and let us deal with it. We’re taking steps here, and it’s best if you stay out of it.”

“I can do that. I didn’t ask for any of this, and I don’t know why I keep involving myself in it.”

She patted my arm, and I left her there. Left her and Heath Candle in Brownsville, where I hoped I’d never see or hear from either of them ever again.

After buying my plane ticket, I had no choice but to sit and wait for the red-eye with no internet to entertain me, since my laptop and my phone were left behind at the house in Three Rivers, where the bodies of Vanessa and Carl were probably still bleeding. Maybe it wouldn’t look so good for my possessions to be found there when the cops eventually came looking for them. Or would they even come?

When I was hiding out in the shack, Jed had told Glenning that he was a sheriff. If he’d told the truth about that, then my laptop and cell phone being at the scene of two murders could land me in a serious amount of trouble.

I had an urge to get a rental car and drive back up there, but what if the place was already crawling with cops? A little late for second-guessing now.

I had two hours to kill before my flight, so I tried to nap. Didn’t work. Instead, I let my brain run wild for a bit, attempting to process everything that had happened. My dad and Kareem had founded IntelliCraft over twenty years ago, and then they’d had a falling out. A war between them, for some reason. Kareem had wanted to do
something
that my dad had been trying to stop him from doing. Dad had said there were four people who’d founded the company. Who were the other two?

I reminded myself that I didn’t care about this stuff anymore. I just wanted to go home. But, if that were true, why couldn’t I stop thinking about it? Maybe I should have taken the chance to get answers from my dad while I still could.

But, then again, how could I trust anything that man told me?

No. Not my problem. Not my circus, not my monkeys.

When I was finally able to board the flight, I’d been hovering on the edge of sleep, my eyelids as weighty as garage doors. I went through the boarding process in a half-dream state, showing ID, scanning my ticket, waiting in one line, then another, then finally getting the window seat above the wing of the plane. Picked up the in-flight magazine and flipped a couple pages, started to read something about the best sushi restaurants in Jacksonville.

I blinked, fell in and out of sleep as the plane started to fill around me. A parade of teenagers in identical soccer uniforms made up about half the passengers. Then a woman with thick glasses sat in the aisle in my row, but the middle seat next to me stayed unoccupied as the rest of the seats went from empty to occupied.

Would I get a little extra legroom? Hope welled up inside me at the idea of such a small victory. Seemed like something I deserved after everything I’d been through.

My head felt heavy and my eyes rolled back in my head. I slipped on my seatbelt, then let my eyes close as my head lolled forward, then to the side. Passenger conversations around me blurred into background noise.

When I woke, someone was sitting down in the middle seat next to me. Damn, just my luck. As he got situated, I peeked, but a baseball cap obscured my view.

With a groan, he settled into his seat, then turned to me and smiled.

Thomason, IntelliCraft’s Director of Sales.

“Hey there, Candle. Long time, no see.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jim Heskett was born in the wilds of Oklahoma, raised by a pack of wolves with a station wagon and a membership card to the local public swimming pool. Just like the man in the John Denver song, he moved to Colorado in the summer of his 27th year, and never looked back. Aside from an extended break traveling the world, he hasn't let the Flatirons mountains out of his sight.

He fell in love with writing at the age of fourteen with a copy of Stephen King's The Shining. Poetry became his first outlet for teen angst, then later some terrible screenplays, and eventually short and long fiction. In between, he worked a few careers that never quite tickled his creative toes successfully, and hasn't ever forgotten about Stephen King. You can find him currently huddled over a laptop in an undisclosed location in Colorado, dreaming up ways to kill beloved characters.

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