Kitty's House of Horrors kn-7 Page 24

  I was pacing by the car. Ben leaned against the hood, trying not to pace, but he had his arms tightly crossed and was tapping his foot. We were both fidgeting.

  “Is it time yet?” I said.

  “There’s still ten minutes.” He didn’t even have to look at his watch, which led me to think he’d been all but watching it since we arrived ten minutes ago. We’d gotten here early because we didn’t want to be late. The last thing we wanted was to have Cormac get out and not have anyone here waiting. We owed it to him not to fail on that little thing.

  I paced because I kept thinking about how I almost wasn’t here at all.

  Finally, Ben uncrossed his arms and straightened from the car.

  “It’s time?” I said.

  He just smiled and started walking toward the first of the chain-link fences. I rushed to join him, grabbing his hand. We squeezed tightly and walked on together.

  Ben knew where to go, and I realized he’d probably done this before with clients. I’d come here dozens of times to visit Cormac over the last couple of years, but this was a different gate, a different part of the complex. It felt like a new start. Maybe that was the idea.

  Just inside the gate in the fence here was a white plank-board guardhouse. Beyond that looked like three more stages of chain-link fence, forming a series of cages that led to the first of the cinderblock buildings. The idea of cages made my hair stand on end. I wanted to start pacing again.

  A guy in a uniform stepped out of the guardhouse and started unlocking one of the interior gates. Another guard emerged from the building and did the same.

  “The suspense is killing me,” I hissed. Ben didn’t say anything but just kept watching.

  Then a tall, lanky man in a pair of faded jeans and a gray T-shirt stepped out of the building. He had brown hair and a trimmed mustache and carried a canvas duffel bag over his shoulder. He shook hands with the guard by the building, who locked the gate behind him as he walked on.

  God, that was a really long walk.

  It probably wasn’t more than thirty yards, but when you were waiting on the other side, it took forever. Especially when Cormac couldn’t seem to be bothered to speed up his usual calm saunter. But I recognized Cormac by that walk.

  At the gatehouse, he stopped and signed something on a clipboard offered to him by the guard there. Then they shook hands.

  “Time off for good behavior,” Ben said to me. “You can always tell because the guards actually look happy for him.”

  I had started bouncing a little.

  Then the last gate opened, and Cormac was standing outside.

  He paused for a long time. Tipped his head back, looking into the sky, just breathing. The gate wheeled shut behind him, and he didn’t move. I resisted an urge to run forward and instead gave him time.

  He seemed to shake himself free of the introspective moment. Then he looked like Cormac again, calm and watchful. Then we went forward to meet him.

  Ben reached him first, hand outstretched. “Welcome back to the land of the living.”

  “Jesus Christ, you have no idea,” Cormac said, his relief plain.

  They shook hands and fell into a guy hug, one-armed, thumping each other’s backs. My eyes started tearing up. I quickly wiped them clear before anyone could see.

  Ben was rambling. “Are you okay? Is everything okay? They didn’t hassle you, did they? Here, let me take that.” They argued over his bag for a minute. Rolling his eyes, Cormac finally let Ben slide the duffel bag off his shoulder.

  “I’m fine, everything’s fine, don’t coddle me, I just want to get out of here.”

  Then Cormac and I faced each other.

  He was taller than me, so I had to look up at him. He’d spent much of the last two years indoors, and it showed. He was paler than I remembered; before prison, he’d always had the burnished tan of a real outdoorsman.

  But he was here, finally, and he looked good. Still strong, his eyes still clear and focused. He regarded me wryly.

  “Well?” he said. The word carried weight, because the last time I’d faced him like this I’d been single, and we’d had something. But that was a long time ago, and right now I felt only relief. For his sake, for Ben’s, for me. Now it finally felt like we could all move forward.

  I fell into his arms, and he clung to me like I was an anchor. He was solid in my embrace, real, which was good, because maybe part of me hadn’t believed he was back until now. I turned my face to his neck and took a deep breath.

  I had always associated Cormac with leather, gun oil, toughness. The smells of a hard-bitten attitude and a guy who meant business. That scent had faded from him, replaced by other smells: concrete dormitory, institutional soap, faint sweat raised by the heat of the day. A new Cormac. Or maybe this was a purer Cormac, with the weapons and harshness stripped away. This was going to take some getting used to.

  We pulled away, and I felt myself grinning like a maniac.

  “What is it?” he said.

  I shook my head. “It’s just really good to see you on the outside.”

  “Let’s get the hell out of here,” Ben said, glancing over his shoulder. “I keep thinking they’re going to change their minds and come running back here for you.”

  That was enough to make me want to grab both of them and rush, but we walked toward the parking lot. Cormac kept looking around, a thin smile on his face. I was still grinning.

  “I need to thank you for saving my life,” I said.

  Cormac glanced at me. “Not again—”

  “No. This is a couple weeks ago.”

  Now he looked confused. “What are you talking about?”

  “Never mind.”

  He smirked. “All right. What almost killed you this time?”

  I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

  “You know,” Ben said. “Things might have been a little calmer for you on the inside.”

  “Don’t count on that,” Cormac said flatly.

  “Okay, what aren’t you telling us?”

  “Long story.” Well, he hadn’t lost that inscrutable smile, had he? “You know what? I want a steak,” he said. “A real steak. Thick. Rare.”

  My mouth watered at the thought.

  “There’s a place just up the road,” Ben said. “I think it caters to ex-cons craving real food.”

  “Good,” Cormac said.

  I ended up walking between them, so I wrapped my arms around both their middles and pulled them close. Cormac draped an arm over my shoulder; Ben hugged me, and we matched strides. And it felt right.

  Our pack of three was whole again.

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