Broken Wings, Soaring Hearts Page 15

  She sucked in a shaky breath and stopped struggling. “Let me go.” If her voice was venom, he would have dropped dead where he stood.

  He refused to loosen his grip. “No. I won’t let you go. Not until you listen to me.” He examined her face. “I don’t know what happened here, but I’m not responsible for it,” he stated firmly. “Why would I do something like this? I have no motive, not an inkling of a reason.”

  She stood glaring at him, her jagged breath escaping through clenched teeth. “I don’t know. Why would you?”

  “Think about it. What would I gain? In fact, I’d be out of a job, now wouldn’t I?”

  “No. You’d be more needed than ever.”

  He dropped his hands from her shoulders and propped them on his hips. “You beat all I’ve ever seen, do you know that?”

  Her gaze remained steady on his. “It’s the only explanation I have right now.” She fought the urge to beat on his chest again. “You’re the only logical choice. You and — ” She shook her head from side to side.

  “Say it,” he demanded. “Me and?”

  “You and my mom.”

  He raised his hands in disgust. “Now I know you’ve lost it.” He paced away from her in exasperation and then turned back to face her, drawing a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here.” He held it out to her and she reluctantly took it. “Can we talk rationally now?”

  Holding the handkerchief against throbbing eyes, she shook her head. “No. No, I can’t be rational. Dad’s planes … ” She felt the panic boil from the pit of her stomach and she trembled as she looked at him. “My poor Dad.”

  A muscle in his jaw tensed. “You know who did this, don’t you? It was those Watson boys.”

  She shook her head. “No. It couldn’t have been. They were my first thought, but … but I ruled them out pretty quickly.” She wiped her eyes. “You know how Kisses goes crazy whenever they’re around. I would have heard something.”

  He surveyed the damage from his position at the hangar door. “Who in the world would have done something like this?”

  “I thought maybe … well, it entered my mind that, maybe you were … ” She threw her hands up in irritation. “Oh, I don’t know. It doesn’t make much sense now that I think about it.”

  She took a closer step toward him and let her head fall against his chest.

  “Actually, it makes no sense.” Jack was pensive for a moment before putting a protective arm around her shoulders. He stroked her hair. “Don’t worry, Hailey. We’ll find out who did this. We’ll find out.”

  “Jack, I have to face facts.” She raised tear filled eyes to his. “I know in my heart who did this. And it hurts to even say it, but I suspect it was my mother.”

  “Absolutely not. You can’t even think it. Your mother would never do anything so violent. This is something a crazed psycho would do.”

  “Normally, I’d agree. But how many times has she said she’d do anything to keep me from flying again? She’s gone too far this time, Jack.” She flashed her eyes at him, but this time the anger she felt was fused with pity. “And it’s going to take more than I have in me to ever forgive her.”

  “I do not believe it, Hailey.”

  “Think about it. She’s been behaving so coldly toward you. She’s desperate to keep me from reopening the business. Kisses would have barked if a stranger had been prowling around last night. Especially Neal or Paul. We both know that.”

  “And you didn’t hear barking or growling or anything all night? You’re positive?”

  “No. Not a peep.”

  He clasped her arm firmly. “Come on, we’re going to get something straightened out right now. And then we’ll call the sheriff and let him find out who did this.”

  She wasn’t sure why, but she allowed him to lead her from the hangar doors, along the yellow brick road and to the back door.

  She didn’t even try to stop the tears. Or the hurt ripping through her heart. Down to the pit of her stomach she felt sick. The last thing she wanted right now was to look at her mother. I want my dad. Oh, Father, help. Set things right. Help my mom. She’s lost it. Please.

  Hailey was suddenly grateful for the strong arm leading her up the back steps. How could she have lashed out at him, thinking he’d done it? I’m grateful for Jack. I really am.

  • • •

  “Mother, I have something to say to you.” The suffocating tightness in Hailey’s chest made her stop to catch her breath. This was almost too much to endure.

  Jack took a step toward Rinnie, who sat at the kitchen table, running a needle and thread through the hem of a white lacy apron. She glanced up, a scowl on her lined face.

  “Mrs. Holman, Hailey has some disturbing news. It seems that some time during the night — ”

  “Somebody busted up the planes,” Hailey interrupted, her arms crossed rigidly across her chest. “And I think you had something to — ”

  Jack placed a steady hand on Hailey’s shoulder. “Mrs. Holman, did you hear any strange noises last night?”

  “Mother,” Hailey shoved Jack to the side and recrossed her arms.

  “Hailey!” The outburst from Jack turned her head, and she opened her mouth to speak but closed it again.

  Rinnie tied a knot in the thread and bit the end off with her teeth before folding the apron calmly. She set it on the table and rose to her feet. “I don’t have to listen to this. I’m weary of the whole mess. I told you it was a big mistake to reopen this business, but you wouldn’t listen.”

  Hailey’s face fell. Her mother’s calmness was the last thing she expected. As her mom walked stiffly from the room, she turned to face Jack, anguish resurfacing in her eyes.

  “What did I tell you? She all but admitted she did it.” She gave her head an unbelieving shake. “Can this really be happening? I feel like I’m in the middle of a horrible nightmare, and no one will awaken me.”

  She ran trembling fingers through her bangs. “I can’t believe this.”

  Jack puckered his lips in annoyance and shook his head. “I don’t know. The whole thing is too strange. I still don’t believe it.”

  “Well, believe it.”

  “She was just so calm.”

  “Sure she’s calm, Jack. She took all of her frustrations out last night while she was smashing up the planes.”

  “No, Hailey. I’ll admit her reaction is a bit strange. She doesn’t seem surprised at all. Like maybe she’s even … ”

  “Glad?” Hailey finished his sentence. Do you think I want to believe it? I don’t! But I do believe that my mother … ”

  “Don’t say it anymore. Just take a deep breath and let’s think this through. I know you’re in shock.”

  “Yes! I am in shock, Jack. My own mother.” She choked on a sob. “Where did all that rage come from? She’s ill, Jack. We have to get her help.” Pain rippled through her. “To be opposed is one thing, but to actually … I never saw it coming.” She sank down onto one of the kitchen chairs. “I never saw it coming.”

  “Like I said, we don’t know that it was her, Hailey. For one thing, how could she have the physical strength to do that much damage? That took a lot.”

  “Heard of adrenaline? If she’s that desperate, she’d be able to move this house if she wanted to.”

  “Well, whoever did it — and I’m not saying that I’m at all convinced it was your mother — certainly wanted those planes out of commission.”

  Hailey’s jaw tensed and she narrowed her eyes at him. She banged a determined fist on the table. “Maybe she did put us out of commission.” She stood and leaned firm palms across the tabletop. “For the time being, anyway. But this is not going to stop me.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “What do you mean, ‘For the time being?’” Jack felt his blood pressure ris
e.

  “You don’t really think this little stunt is going to stop me, do you? Whoever did do this has underestimated me.” She straightened her back and lifted her chin. “I suppose you haven’t known me long enough to know better than that. But my mom certainly has.”

  “Exactly! She’d know this wasn’t going to stop you. She’d know it would only make you more determined than ever. Why would she risk that?” He didn’t like the determined gleam spreading across her face.

  “Hailey, I can certainly understand your hostility. But we need concrete facts before we accuse anyone of what went on in that hangar last night.”

  Frustration shook through her body before she abruptly moved toward the door.

  Jack stepped beside her, reaching out and clutching her by the arm. “Wait.”

  “Don’t try to stop me, Jack.”

  Her voice held more pain than anger now, and he resisted the urge to pull her to him. He was painfully aware that he couldn’t shield her from what she was going through. His mind scrambled for words to help her understand. “You know, you keep talking about all this ‘calling’ stuff.”

  “Don’t start on me,” she closed her eyes. “Not now, Jack.”

  His mind continued to fight for something he could say that would get through to her. “It seems to me that with your mother so dead set against a flight business, you’d at least question your ‘calling’ theory.”

  Her expression dropped and she opened her eyes. “What? That again? Just because my mom never respected my dad’s dreams doesn’t mean I should step aside and let her destroy everything he worked so hard for. It’s my responsibility to — ”

  “Your responsibility? Is that how you look at this, Hailey?”

  “I’m going to do what’s expected of me.” Her voice was firm, final.

  “‘Responsibility. Expected. You sound like a vigilante when it comes to this business.”

  “Stop it! You’re as ridiculous as everybody else around here.”

  “Well, I’m not the one who’s put pretty much my entire life on hold so I can finish something that someone else started, regardless of how everyone else feels.”

  “You stop it. You don’t know, Jack. This is — ”

  “Your calling.”

  “Yes!” She screamed the word at him.

  “Then where was God when this was going on last night?” his voice rose to meet hers. “Where was God when your mom was begging you to let it go? Where was God when your dad’s dreams weren’t realized?”

  The questions lunged from his lips without warning.

  She opened her mouth in total disbelief. “I can’t believe you said that. Don’t you dare blame God for this. He doesn’t force His will on us. We’re not puppets. He doesn’t control our every move.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  The agony in her eyes pierced his heart. How do I respond to her? He kept his mouth shut.

  “I choose to do His will because I love Him, Jack. And I love my dad. And the best way I can honor that love is to continue the work my father began.”

  He released her arm slowly. Maybe she’s right about us not being puppets. A shadow of comprehension touched his face. With all her heart she believes in what she’s doing. With all her heart she loves her dad and loves God. “You really believe that God wants you to resume the business.” It wasn’t a question.

  “Of course I do. What have I been telling you and everyone else?” Her voice was definite. The emphatic light in her eyes punctuated her resolve.

  He took in a deep breath and offered her a slow nod. “Alright, then.” He let the air out of his lungs in one steady release. He let his eyes mold to hers. “Again, I’m with you. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But we’ll find out who did this. We’ll get help for your mother if she needs it. We’ll work things out with her. We’ll see what we can do about the Watsons. We’ll work through the obstacles. Together.”

  She seemed uncertain at first, soaking his words into her heart. Then she nodded her agreement. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know why you’re agreeing, after everything, but … I really do appreciate you, Jack.” She gave him a grateful look. “I can’t believe you’re going to hang in there with me.” She shook her head. “You came here expecting something a whole lot different, and you’ve hung in through some craziness. I’m not going to question why, I just know I’m thankful.”

  “You don’t corner the market on hopes and dreams, Hailey. I’d like to see this work, too. But be realistic. You may have to concede on a point or two. Or three even.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “You can’t just go through life bulldozing your way through others to get where you want to be.”

  It was evident his words stung. “Is that what I do? Bulldoze people?”

  “In a way,” he chose his words carefully. “In a way, you do. Your heart is in the right place. Your father would be proud of your determination in his name. But you can’t be so all-fired set in doing this that you forget the people around you, the people who are still here. The ones who need your love and commitment, too. Isn’t that a part of God’s will for all of us? Is this business the sole reason God put you on this earth?”

  Hailey closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “Sometimes … ” Her voice trailed off and she raised her head and opened her eyes to look at him. “Sometimes I’ve felt like it.” Her voice was soft. “I just want to do what’s right.”

  “Look,” Jack began calmly. “If your mother is the one, don’t you think she’s going to need all the support we can get for her? It would mean she’s disturbed. Not just a little bit, either.”

  “You’re right.”

  Her prompt admission took him back. “Yes, Hailey, and I’m not being glib or anything like that this time. I am right on this.”

  Before Hailey could respond, a tearful Dee suddenly appeared in the doorway, her hair tousled and her face drawn. She stood facing both of them. “Hailey, don’t be sad.” She began to sob. “Don’t be sad.”

  Jack hurried to scoop the little girl in his arms. “Hey, nobody’s sad. What are you doing up so early?” He patted her back softly as she lay her head on his shoulder.

  Hailey stepped toward them and smoothed the little girl’s hair. “Shhhhhh. It’s okay, Deedles. Go back to sleep. Everything’s gonna be okay, sweetie.”

  “You were crying.” She picked her head up from Jack’s shoulder. “I heard you. And yellin’, too.”

  Hailey kissed the top of Dee’s head. “You don’t have to worry, baby. Everything’s fine.” She smiled. “Do you want Jack to tuck you back in?”

  She nodded against Jack’s shirt. “I didn’t barely sleep none last night.” She yawned, and her eyes closed before Jack could tiptoe back to lay her in the day bed in Felicia’s room.

  When he returned, Hailey had her purse on her shoulder and keys clenched in her hand.

  “Let’s drive over to the diner. I think it would do us both good to get away from here for a few hours and I need to talk to Uncle Frank.”

  “Are you sure we should leave, Hailey?”

  “I’m sure. If it’s my mom you’re worried about, don’t. She’s either back in bed or waiting until we leave to come back out.”

  He cast her a concerned glance.

  “It’s okay,” she assured him. “Dee won’t get up again until Felicia does. Lindsey will sleep until noon. Trust me on this one. Come on. Will you drive?”

  He nodded and hurried back to the cottage to retrieve his keys. Trust her. That’s exactly what he wanted to do. But … his stomach was beginning to hurt.

  • • •

  The first face to greet them at the diner was Carleen Watson. She made her way toward them with a smile and a steaming pot of coffee in her hand. “Hey, kids!” she called across the tables to Hailey and Jack. “Let me pour the
se boys over here some caffeine, and I’ll be right with you.”

  Hailey nodded her acknowledgement.

  Jack noticed an ample man with a huge shock of gray hair glance up from the cash register where he was breaking a wrapper of new dimes into the drawer. He smiled and nodded his head as Hailey motioned to a booth in the far corner of the room.

  “We’ll be over here, Uncle Frank,” she called above the chatter and clanging of dishes.

  “Where’s Aunt Shirley?”

  “Just back from the bank, kiddo. I’ll tell her you’re here. We’ll be ’round to say hey in a sec.”

  Hailey nodded and led the way around the close quarters filled with square center tables, each one topped with different colored plastic. They reached the last of three bare wooden booths lined against the back wall. She slipped in and slid her purse strap from her shoulder, clasping her hands tightly in her lap.

  Jack slid in across from her. “Nice little place.” His eyes canvassed the room. Movie posters adorned the walls. James Dean and Natalie Wood stared into each other’s eyes. One showed Doris Day and Rock Hudson in a serious lip lock. But it was mostly John Wayne who plastered the walls. The picture above their booth announced a movie named Stagecoach.

  The man from the cash register bustled over and sat heavily on the bench next to Hailey, bestowing a mighty hug around her neck.

  Uncle Frank caught Jack’s interest. “That one.” He jabbed a finger in the air at the direction of the old poster. “John Wayne’s big breakout role.”

  Jack’s admiration was evident. “Really? That’s interesting.”

  Uncle Jack’s head bobbed up and down, “Yep, big role. Ringo! You a fan?”

  Jack nodded. “Yes, sir. Who doesn’t like The Duke?”

  “That’s what I always say.” The older man slapped the table and delivered a huge grin Jack’s way. “Now, Shirl,” he motioned with his head toward his wife. “She likes this tear jerkin’ movie stuff. So she’s got her favorite movies around, too.”

  He turned his attention to his niece. “Comet, girl, what brings you ’round this time o’ mornin’?” He tipped his Texas Rangers cap at Jack and held out a thick calloused hand. “Better introduce myself official. Frank Richard. Or Uncle Frank around here.” He poked a playful elbow at Hailey’s side. “Right, sug?”