CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Worth
“Caren, it’s me. Stay calm now but there’s been an accident. It’s Auggie. It’s serious. No, quiet now and listen to me. She brought the baby and came to see me this afternoon. She ran to the store to get some milk and evidently another car hit her broadside. Worth got a call and is on his way to the airport. They’re stat-flighting her to a bigger hospital — I’m not sure where. I’ve got the baby here with me and will take him over to let Betsy take care of him while Worth’s gone. I don’t have any more information than that, but I will let you know.” He listened a few moments and then said, “I know you’re not able to take care of the baby,” Auggie’s dad rolled his eyes at us, “and that’s why I’m taking him to Betsy. Then you won’t have to worry about it. No, I know you can’t fly anywhere either… those blood clots you sometimes get in your legs. You’re not to worry your head, hear me? Between Worth and I, we’re going to take care of everything. I’ll keep you posted.”
After he hung up, I called Bernie and gave him his assignments. He was, to his credit, very upset and offered to do anything he could. I sort of liked the guy. Auggie and I had already hidden her car and she’d called Todd who agreed to put the word out that if any calls came in regarding Auggie LaViere, they were to be put through to him. We couldn’t tell anyone else, not even Brandon, although Auggie didn’t want him to worry. It had to look realistic.
To be on the safe side, I drove to the airport and put my car into long-term parking and then rented one. That allowed me to travel a bit more locally without being seen. I also called my office and had them cancel my appointments until further notice. Deborah Hunt, my assistant at the Louisville clinic would deal with things. As a precaution, I also called Cincinnati and left a voice mail for Jessie about the circumstances and asked her to take care of things for me, and that I’d be in touch. I called Betsy and told her Mr. Langford was bringing Ford home and that Auggie had been in an accident and I would be in and out as permitted. I told her to call an agency for help but she said her sister would come. That was fine with me. I told her to simply have her sister stay in an extra room until this all resolved.
As I was driving back to the farm, my cell buzzed and I was surprised to see Linc’s name on the caller ID. I didn’t answer it, but let it go to voice mail. No doubt he was more concerned with what he was supposed to do with Jessie than the fate of his sister. Let him figure it out — it only furthered our plan if he drove her home and maybe stayed a few days. Knowing Auggie’s mother, he was probably looking for somewhere to escape to anyway.
Without knowing what hospital Auggie was supposedly in, there was no trackable patient information. Auggie’s car was in hiding, as was she. I hoped she could deal with her captivity. I also hoped I had all the bases covered.
I couldn’t return to the Langford farm now or risk being seen by the farmhand, so I spent my time buying some clothing, a new computer, new cell phone, personal articles and favorite foods for Auggie. The farmhands always went home by dark and returned at dawn. That would be my window of opportunity to spend time with her.
I waited past dark and called Mr. Langford to make sure the coast was clear. I pulled into the yard and behind the barn and between us, we ferried the purchases I’d made into the house.
Drawing the blinds and curtains, Auggie was free to move about the house. No one would think it unusual given that Mr. Langford could be very upset and not sleeping well.
We had a light dinner and Auggie already was missing Ford. He was at that stage when babies begin doing things like crawling, sitting up and some even began to experiment with walking or pulling themselves up. We discussed that it was the price of his safety and I promised to take pictures and send her whenever I could. Luckily, she had been in the process of weaning him from nursing, so he had already been getting used to formula. I had also purchased myself a new cell phone so we had private lines that no one knew about.
After dinner, Auggie and I went up to her bedroom. She turned on the water in the bathroom and began to undress. I followed her and did likewise. We climbed into the shower and stood there, wet naked skin against skin, holding tightly. I kissed her hard on the mouth and then in paths over her naked body. I carried her to the bed and made love to her. It was an almost eerie experience. We were, on one hand, making up for lost time when we’d both been angry with the other. Well, she more with me, but I felt justified. At the same time, we made love almost as if she had, indeed, been hurt, and we might be parted for a lifetime. We entered a world where only the two of us existed. There were no interruptions; no casual conversation and no child. There was only a need to reassure one another that what we were doing was the right thing; the thing that would keep us all safe. It was a simple, possessive lovemaking and after she fell asleep, I lay there a long time and watched her.
For the first several days, I had to pretend to be by Auggie’s bedside, so I was forced to essentially go into hiding. I couldn’t appear at the farm until late, after dark when the farmhands were gone. I spent this time driving around, thinking and taking in movies in distant towns. From time to time, I checked in with my office, although I avoided speaking directly to either Jessie or Deborah. Mr. Langford kept up with his assigned people and the story had Auggie hanging on, but we were hopeful. The fewer details, the better.
After two weeks, Auggie had turned the corner and was stable. She would be transferred to a rehabilitation center somewhere in the south where she would stay in seclusion. I would return to work and to look after Ford.
In the meantime, it seemed our plan was working, just as I’d hoped. Linc had seized the opportunity of my absence to spend more time with Jessie Klinger. She, feeling angry with me for having left her with so much to deal with and yet not spoken to her directly, responded to his advances. It seemed they had formed a sort of devil’s liaison and we heard via Mrs. Langford’s conversations with Mr. Langford that Linc was seldom about. This lessened our element of danger, as well.
Auggie and I spent our nights in one another’s arms. Sometimes we never even made the bed but used it as a sort of living/sleeping room. By necessity, we kept the lights off at night, even though the heavy drapes at the window were always closed. Auggie had learned to read my body; the cover of darkness heightens the remaining senses. Her fingers began on the cleft in my chin, a sort of starting spot that fit her index finger perfectly. She slid fingertips down my chest, kissing my face so that I could suck her breasts at the same time. When her hand eventually reached my dick, she’d pump me with excruciating slowness, each stroke coaxing me to swell larger and longer.
These were my favorite times, those private moments when she showed me her love. Often, she’d swing around, her head to my feet, so that I could stroke her pussy at the same time. We began a matching rhythm; a way of guiding the other to give what felt best by doing it to them first. A language of love, of flesh and warmth — drawn together by the ever-present fear of discovery. I learned a great deal about my wife, apart from her being a daughter or mother. I realized that what had begun as lust for the long-legged filly who walked into my office that day had become a deep source of pride as I began to realize the women she was. In some sense, this time together was treasured; if not even necessary.
I finally returned home. The story was now that Auggie was in seclusion, recovering and didn’t want any contact. The doctors thought it best she be left alone. I brought Ford to her dad’s on Sundays and mother and son were reunited, much to her extreme joy. Mr. Langford kept up his part of the updating of mothers and it looked as though we may have pulled things off.
I wasn’t surprised when Jessie Klinger tendered her resignation. In fact, it was with extreme relief. It seemed that, through Mr. Langford’s coaching, my mother had contacted Linc and expressed a desire to live back at the family home. She would look after him, she told him. Evidently, Linc could not picture himself surrounded by two aging, interfering and demanding ladies and scampered into Jessie’s arms as she boarded a flight back for the east coast. She had looks, money and best of all, he had stolen her from me, so he was happy. He signed the farm back over to Mother in return for a nice fat check, which I had backed for Mother. She had no desire to live there and stayed in her condo, but she did as I asked without question. She was far brighter than Father had ever given her credit for.
***
I was waiting for it to get dark so I could visit Auggie when I decided to stop by Joe’s. I received a good deal of back-slapping as the word had travelled that Auggie would recover and hopefully be home by Christmas. I had to refuse most of the rounds of drinks or risk being too drunk to drive.
I was sitting quietly in a booth, my back to the door when I felt an arm brush mine and a man slid into the opposite seat. I was surprised; it was Earl Kinsey. “Earl,” I acknowledged with a nod.
Earl had a very, very serious look on his face and I knew it was no accident that he was there that evening. I waited for him to begin.
“Worth, after we talked, I asked around a bit. I know about Linc and the whole mess. I’m sorry there was nothing I could do.”
“Earl, I appreciate you sticking your neck out, but I had to deal with it my own way.”
His face wrinkled with confusion. “You mean, you had something to do with it?”
I looked at him and something wasn’t right. “What do you mean. To do with what?”
“His death.”
My hand shot across the table as I grabbed his wrist. “Whose death, Earl?”
“Why your brother, Linc. God dammit, don’t tell me you don’t know?” He sat straight upward and began to squirm. “Jesus, Worth, I thought you’d heard.”
“Tell me,” I said between clenched teeth.
“Linc’s dead, Worth. Jesus, I’m sorry.”
“What happened,” I asked, barely able to breathe.
“He’d been hanging around at the track here in town. Went behind some backs again and they came looking for him. I heard he found a broad, some kind of doctor and took off with her to the coast. Paper went out on the street and their car was found at the bottom of a ravine, burned to a crisp.” He looked at my face and shook his head. “You mean to tell me you hadn’t heard?”
“No,” I said curtly, my head swimming with all that this meant. “Excuse me, Earl,” I threw a hundred on the table and slid out of the seat, heading for the door.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Earl called after me.
***
I burst into Mr. Langford’s house and grabbed Auggie by the arm. “Pack your things, sweetheart. We’re going home.”
Walter walked into the room and the two of them looked at me in confusion.
I went to her, circling her upper arms with my fingers. “I just got the word. Linc is dead.”
Auggie’s mouth dropped open, her green eyes wide with surprise. “Dead? How? Why? What does…?” She trailed off, trying to piece it all together as I had earlier.
Grinning at her, I helped her out. “Yes, dead. He and Jessie both. He screwed the syndicate and this time, they just got rid of him.”
She shook her head, eyes filling with tears. “Does this mean it’s over?”
I grinned bigger. “Yes, baby. C’mon, let’s go home. Our nightmare is over.”
Auggie’s face burst into joy before she remembered herself and it faded. “Oh, god, Worth. I didn’t want him to die,” she whispered. “And what do you mean, Jessie too?”
“Auggie, you had nothing to do with it,” I said, stroking my fingers down her cheek. “He practically committed suicide. I should have realized he was his own worst enemy. I know you didn’t want him killed, but it’s over now and nothing can bring him back, even if we wanted to. I’m sorry Jessie had to get mixed up in it, though. I didn’t like her much, but she didn’t deserve that.”
Walter grunted in agreement and I looked up and smiled at the man who’d been such an amazing help to us during this terrible time. He simply wiped his hand on his shirt, lit a pipe and nodded. He’d been around long enough to realize that people got what they deserved — it was life renewing itself.
“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s go home to our son!”