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Andrew Thomas and I are trying something new. We have co-written two characters. This chapter introduces Beau and Colt to Counting, however, they originally show up in Boys of Grizzly Valley 3 - Go Bag Find it here
They then show up in Andrew's Trust, chapter 6 for a few chapters. Feel free to read about them here They will be regulars here in Counting.
I unbuckle my seat belt and slide to the floor behind the passenger seat. I pull the hidden flap off the seat, revealing a four-digit combination pad. My mind begins working overtime. Calculations flood my mind, and numbers fill my eyes. After double-checking my math time and time again, my fingers begin going over the combination solutions I've come up with.
"What are you doing?" Whispers Beau in a shaky voice as he does his best to keep Colt calm.
"I'm going over the math to find the combination; there are over ten thousand different fingerings, but knowing Mom as I do, I've eliminated a few hundred, so this shouldn't be much longer."
"Shut up back there!" shouts the kidnapper. "Where is the blonde kid?" He asks after quickly looking back and seeing my empty booster seat.
"He's crying on the floor behind the passenger seat! Don't hurt us! Let us go!" Beau begs with tears in his eyes as he holds Colt as tight as he can.
"Who are you two anyway? There was no mention of the Dockers having three young boys. I just need the blonde kid. The contract isn't for three kids, just one," he says and slams on the brakes, sending me face-first into the back of the passenger seat. The SUV slides to the side of the gravel road, and the kidnapper wearing the New York Yankee ballcap gets out.
"I don't know what you're doing, but hurry!" Beau says it with the weight of the situation in his voice.
My fingers move as fast as I can make them as the configurations move through my mind.
The door latch opens, and I can hear him pull the door open, saying, "You two get out!" Then there is a pause as he sees me with my back to him as I work on the lock. "Hey, whatcha doing? Get up!"
Click, and it opens.
Reaching in, I pull the gun from the gun safe, and as I turn, I level it at the kidnapper's face. His gun is at his side, and as he begins to raise it, I just shake my head from side to side, telling him, "I wouldn't if I were you." I walk past Beau and Colt, saying, "Once I'm outside, Beau, hit that little red button on the mirror and talk to the lady who answers. Don't forget to lock the doors." I hop out of the vehicle and see Beau doing as I instructed out of the corner of my eye.
I shut the door, and the New Yorker patronizes me by saying, "You won't shoot me. Put the gun down, little boy."
"Oh, I don't think so. The cops are on their way, and if I have to, I'll shoot you. Now, drop it," I threaten him. Movement on my left reveals to me Beau standing next to me. "What are you doing here?" I ask him a little panicked.
"You don't think I'd let you do this alone, do you?" He responds with a shaky voice as he stares down our kidnapper, then continues, "Besides, Colt is talking to the `On Star' lady."
Colt is talking to the `On Star' lady, I sigh thinking, `that's just great.'
Hello, this is On Star. What is the emergency?"
"Helwo, whewe awe you?"
"Hello, my name is Mary. I'm here to help you. Do you need help? Where are your mommy and daddy?" The boy is obviously very young. I place him on mute and track the vehicle.
"A-yay's Mom and Dawd awen't hewe. The kidnappoh is outside wif A-yay and my bwothew."
"Okay, what's your name?" Placing him on mute again, I alert Cut Bank Police dispatch that I have a possible kidnapping and relay the vehicle's position.
"Coat Nite." He simply answers, then adds in a frightened voice, "A-yay has a gun, and so does the kidnappoh. A-yay sed you cwould help."
"Cote," I'm guessing what he is saying at this point. "What's happening? Did you say someone has a gun?"
"A-yay and the kidnappoh has guwns!" Then two gunshots ring over the On Star microphone, and the little boy screams in horror, "A-yay! Bwo!"
"Dispatch, I've got two gunshots. Shots fired!"
The New Yorker begins to squat down and to lay his gun down. I look at Beau, and he shrugs. When the gun is almost down, the kidnapper quickly swings his arm up, startling me. "Beau, No!" I scream and push him to the side as the kidnapper's bullet flies between us, nicking my left arm. I swing up my right arm and take a second to do the math. Then, I grip the pistol, hold my breath, take aim, and squeeze my finger.
Bang! Bang!
My bullets rip through the air as I fall to the ground. The pistol in his hand shatters as two of the bullets strike it. The gun shards riddle his hand and arm, tearing flesh and releasing more blood than I've ever seen. The kidnapper shouts in pain and drops to his knees. Beau rushes to me to check on me as I roll around on the ground holding my bicep. I collect myself after checking my hand and seeing the blood.
"Fuck! Owe, that hurt," I say loud enough for Beau to hear, and my eyes instantly begin to cry. I sit up about the same time the kidnapper does, and we both see the gun between us. My gun, "Oh shit!" I cuss and dive for it at the same time he does. I miss the handle, but his reach is only long enough to spin the gun toward me, allowing me a second attempt. I grab the gun with my good hand and scoot myself back from him, holding him at gunpoint. He scampers towards me with his one good arm, and I panic and shoot him two more times.
"AAAAHHH!!" The little boy screams. His tears and horror are evident, "Bwo! A-yay!" The terror in his voice sends my heartbeat racing. "He sot A-yay! A-yay sot him bok! I can't swee vem!"
"Cote, calm down, buddy. Can you tell me if your brothers are okay?"
"A-yay is sanning up, his awm is wed. I tink it's bwudy! Bwo! A-yay!" The little boy continues to pound on the glass, screaming, and my heart is breaking. I switch the channels to the dispatcher: "Dispatch, one of the boys has been shot. ETA on arrival."
"Layie? Bwo says thae awe otay."
"Good, Cote. Can you tell me who has a gun?"
"A-yay has won. I don't swee the kidnappoh's guwn. He is note moowing. The kidnappoh is awe bwudy."
"Cote, the police are almost there. You're so brave; just hang on a little longer."
The two shots strike him in the leg, and he rolls over, grabbing his knee. His scream is full of anger and frustration as he rolls on the gravel road. Beau helps me up, and we move closer to the SUV. He uses the headlights to check on my wound. "How bad is it? It hurts like a mother fucker!" I cuss uncharacteristically.
"It looks like you fell off your bike. It's not bad. I think you're okay," Beau shakily says to me while I cry, leaning on the Suburban. I can hear Colt screaming and banging on the windshield of the SUV.
Beau gives him a weak thumbs up and asks, "You good?"
I nod and wipe some tears away. I have to be strong for Colt and Beau. My hand is shaking, and I can't tell if it's because I'm scared or if it's my body shutting down.
"Now, kid, let's not be brash," the kidnapper worriedly says as he heaves heavily for air.
Beau holds my arm, and it hurts like hell. To take my mind off the pain, I ask, "What is your deal anyway? I have seen you following me for like months."
"I've seen him at the rodeo," Beau adds.
"Yeah, me too. Who are you?" I ask him.
The New Yorker smiles and spills it, "I'm a private investigator," he answers and takes off his belt. He wraps it around his hip and pulls it so tight that it makes him whine in pain. After regaining his thoughts, he asks, "Now, I get to ask a question, what makes you so special? Did you do something wrong? or piss someone off? Does your mom owe a lot of money to someone?"
Thoughts of the past year move before my eyes like one horror movie after another, but I always seem to get through them. What is so special about me?... "I don't know," I whisper to him. I look at Beau, sigh, and say, "... I don't know."
I'm guessing, of course, but I'm pretty sure the temperature has dropped twenty degrees in the last fifteen minutes, and I can see AJ's lips turning blue along with his fingertips. The kidnapper stirs and sighs as he looks into the night. Then he turns his cold eyes on us once again, saying, "Well, I think I'll take my leave. It's getting real cold." His weak leg scrapes against the gravel road to maneuver underneath him, and then he stands up.
"Stop! Or..." yells AJ with stammering teeth.
"Or you'll what? You'll shoot me again, is that what you'll do? Your fingers are so cold holding onto the metal gun that your arms haven't stopped shaking for ten minutes now. So, if you're going to shoot me, go right ahead, but you'll have to shoot me in the back," and he turns, heading into the darkness.
We sat there in the dark, looking into the nothingness for movement, but soon the scraping sound of his footsteps fell silent. "What do you think?" I ask, trying to sound brave.
"Let's get in the truck before our balls freeze off," AJ says, covering me with the gun. I get Colt to unlock the door, then I climb over the driver's seat. He looks once more into the darkness for anything that moves. Anything that might make a sound. Anything... anything at all, then hands me the pistol, I set it on the dash behind the steering wheel and help him inside. The door closes, and AJ locks it quickly with one more look out the window.
"Bwo! A-yay!" Colt yells and hugs me with giant strength, making me grunt. "I was so scawed," then he switches to AJ.
"Hello?" Asks a lady's voice somewhere in the truck. "Is everyone in the truck?"
"Yes, we're all inside," I answer, not exactly sure where to start.
"Is everyone okay, I heard gunshots?"
"We're okay, but I've been shot in the arm," AJ answers as he tenderly touches his arm.
"It barely drew blood. You are only scratched," I tell him with a little harshness in my voice.
"By... a... bullet!" AJ says, justifying his statement, then continues softly, "...by definition, I was shot and it really hurts."
"I'm glad you boys are not hurt any more than you are. Keep pressure on your arm to stop the flow of blood. I know it will hurt but I need you to do it. The police will be there within minutes. Stay in the truck and try to sit close to keep warm. I'll be here if you need me," the On Star Lady says comfortingly.
AJ turns on the dome light and pulls up his sleeve, showing us and himself his wound. "Doesn't it look bad? Do you think it will be a scar?"
Colt snuggles in my lap in the passenger seat and watches AJ act silly for his benefit. "A-yay, awen't chew scawed?"
"Yeah, of course, Colt, but I'm more afraid you or Beau would get hurt."
There is a moment when we all just stare at each other. Three boys. Three survivors. The three of us give a little chuckle after we all realize we're staring. Suddenly, without warning, the window of the driver's door explodes, and two big arms grab AJ around the waist, pulling him out of the truck. Colt screams, and I hold him tightly, frightened that he might be next, when a hand reaches from the darkness and takes the gun off of the dashboard.
AJ isn't yelling, screaming, kicking, or punching. He just laid his hands limply in the kidnapper's arms as they sank into the night. I can barely hear the OnStar lady over Colt's crying and my screaming for AJ. I've lost him. He's gone.
My eyes flicker open, and my head bobbles on my neck like it's too weak to hold itself up. Looking around, it's still night, and I can't make out my surroundings. My glasses! My glasses are gone! My head is killing me, and when I reach for it, I realize my arms are pinned to my sides.
"Stop squirming you, little cocksucker. Did you really think I was going to leave my cash cow?"
It's the man in the Yankees ball cap! He must have snuck behind the truck. I was goofing around and wasn't paying attention. Beau and Colt must be terrified. I begin to kick and squirm, knocking him off balance, and we come crashing into the plowed dirt ground. His hand grabs my arm and almost pulls it off, stopping me from running. "You're not going to get away from me. You see this?" He asks, and I freeze, not knowing what is in front of me. Tears begin to flow down my cheeks as my head jerks left to right, looking into the darkness for the terrible sight he is trying to show me. "You can't see without your glasses? Can you see it now?" He asks again, but this time he drags the barrel of the gun across my nose.
"What are you going to do?" I ask in a shaking, sobbing voice.
"Maybe I should just shoot you in the knee and we'll call it even," he says in the evilest New York accent I've ever heard, and I feel the gun tap my knee, making me cry even harder.
"Pl, plea, please don't shoot my knee, mister." I stammer through my full-blown panic attack. Strangely, the New Yorker's attention is pulled away from me, and he looks out into the darkness of the field. The wind unexpectedly picks up, and he spins me around and wraps his arm around me so tight I have trouble breathing. Then everything lights up like daylight, but only where we're standing. I can feel the gun against my head and hear the kidnapper yell out to the sky that he'll kill me.
Although the light is blinding me, I can make out the helicopter that emerges from the night sky. It's hovering above us, and I can make out a man standing outside, holding onto the door, and looking at us. It moves to a safe distance and lands, but the man doesn't wait; he jumps off and lands with a roll in the dirt. He stands up real slowly and walks into the light with his hands up. It's Captain Lee. I would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Let the boy go," Captain Lee says with authority. "You can have me instead."
"You watch too many movies to think that is going to work. The boy and I are getting in that helicopter, and you're staying here," the kidnapper responds, and he begins to move us toward the machine. The wind from the blades blows off his Yankee cap, and his legs begin to wobble, so he sets me down but retains the stone grip on my wounded bicep, making me scream even more.
"Just let the kid go, and my pilot will take you wherever you want. This, whatever this is, it's over; let the boy go," pleads the captain on my behalf.
Ignoring him, the man yanks me across the field, and I know if I get in that helicopter, I'm dead. So I did the only thing I could think of--I bit him. I'm not talking a bite to make a point. I bit him so hard I felt my teeth sink into the flesh, but I don't care. I'm not getting on that fucking helicopter with him.
He screams and hits me in the head with the gun, dropping me to my knees. It didn't hurt, really, but the world goes silent except for the `whooping' of the helicopter blades. I feel around my ear to find that my hearing aid is smashed. Flashes of light and muffled cracks of gunfire happen all around me. All I can do is cover my ears and make myself as small as possible. It was over before I knew it, and a gentle hand lays on my shoulder making me reflexively jerk. Slowly, I look up and see Captain Lee. He's saying something, and I can't hear him over the helicopter, but I leap into his arms and hug him as hard as I can. He returns my hug and rubs my back.
He breaks my hold on him by yelling something at me, then stops yelling looking confused. He turns my head and sees that my hearing aid is gone. Letting go, he stands up and starts talking into the microphone that's on his shoulder. Then he picks me up, and we head to the helicopter.
I wanted to go out to get AJ. I wanted to follow that kidnapper into the dark night and somehow get my new brother back, but Colt needs me. I couldn't bring Colt with me, and the On Star lady thought it would be best to stay with him, so I did. Soon, the sounds of a helicopter flying overhead and thoughts of help on the way to AJ made me breathe a little easier. Lights of red and blue are heading towards us, and soon we were nice and warm in the back of a police car. I'm familiar with being in the back of a police car, but I don't think I've ever been in one not in trouble before. It's still unnerving.
At the station, Colt held me tight as we sat on an old wooden bench. `In Memory of Robert "Buddy" McMire' is the small plaque that was bolted to the top wood plank. It was marked with deep grooves and people's names carved in the seat. When Jack and Alice got here, Colt and I sprang up and launched ourselves into their arms. It was nice having Jack hug me so tightly and tell me it was going to be okay. He kissed my forehead and hugged me a little harder, telling me he was so sorry.
The policemen put us all in a room with donuts, soda, and coffee. I'm not sure how long we were there before AJ, minus his top left middle tooth, came running into the room and Alice picked him up in the biggest hug. They were both crying. Jack joins them and hugs them both, wrapping his huge arms around their bodies. They sat down, and AJ gave me the biggest hug, making me cry along with him. When he let me go, I pulled his glasses, which I found in the SUV's front seat, out of my pocket. He said thanks and put them on, looking around the room for the first time. "AJ, your missing tooth makes you look cuter," I tell him, and then, when I see the questionable looks from his mom and dad, I regret saying it. All I can do is sink into this chair as much as I can and blush.
"AJ, are you okay? Your head is bleeding!" Asks Alice as she gets up and walks towards us, but AJ doesn't respond. He's just noticed the donuts and soda. She tips his head forward and begins to dig through his blonde curls, looking for the source of the wound.
"That must have happened when the kidnapper pulled him through the window," I add to the conversation to be helpful.
AJ says ouch and hisses out in pain a few times, and then I noticed he has blood all over his ear. He pulls out of her grip and begins to sign words to her at a really fast rate. Jack looks as confused as I am, so I feel a little less lost. Alice signs back, and he shakes his head no and begins to sign again, but she grabs his shirt, pulling him close to look at his head. Alice looks at Jack and sighs, saying, "The kidnapper hit him in the ear, shattering his hearing aid and cutting him pretty badly. He's going to need stitches, I think, and on the back of his head where the door hit it."
His hearing aid is broken--good, that means he didn't hear me say he's cute. I'm not sure why I even said that out loud. Alice looks at me, breathes a sigh of relief, and asks, "Honey, do you want me to tell him you think he's cuter now?" suddenly I must look horrified because she smiles.
Jack messes up my hair with a chuckle, saying, "Don't worry, Beau, you're right, it does suit him."
Alice tips his head and looks into his mouth, and soon AJ gets tired of being poked, prodded, and looked at and escapes Alice's grip to attack the donuts and soda.
Jack nods and says, "I'll call Craig Smalls for a ride and head home to get the truck, I'll be right back." Alice smiles, and Jack kisses her and tells her everything will be okay, before stepping out of the room and motioning for Colt to come over. Colt lets go of my hand and rushes into his waiting arms for a hug. With one last look at Alice, he mouths, I love you. She mouths it back, and then the door closes.
AJ crawls onto Alice's lap with a half-donut in his hand and lays his head on her shoulder. She moves a chair around the table and motions for me to sit next to her, and I give her a little smile and hurry over to take her up on her offer. Her warm embrace pulls me close, and then she hums a soft melody that just seems to keep going. It magically relaxes me, and my head sinks into her side as if I was always meant to lean on her. I see AJ slowly turn his head, and his eye opens up. His emerald eye locks onto mine and tenderly reaches for my hand. Our hands meet, and our fingers intertwine. Smiles are exchanged, and then he closes his eye again and succumbs to the magic melody. It wasn't long before I followed him for a quick nap after a really long day.
I wake up to my mother's muted humming and my fingers loosely intertwined with Beau's. It's not really the humming I hear, but the vibration in her chest as I lay on it that I love. Mom says the wound on the back of my head is pretty bad, and my right ear is all bloody. She wants me to get stitches, but I'm not a fan. I'm not a big fan of hospitals; I'm sure you understand.
Beau sits up and lets go of my hand just in time for Colt to run into his arms. I turn, and Dad has returned and has his arms out for me to switch to him. I lean around and hold out my arms so he can pick me up. I lay my head on his chest while I watch Mom sign that the policemen have some questions for me after I woke up. I give it some thought and nod that it's okay.
Dad carries me to an office, and Beau follows behind, holding Mom's hand. Colt is sitting out in the hallway, looking at some picture books that one of the desk sergeants gave him. Captain Lee is already there, standing in the corner. I give him a little wave, and he smiles at me. The young policeman offers dad and mom a chair and then walks his way around the desk to sit down. The murmurs of everyone talking are starting to reactivate my headache. I lay my head on Dad's chest and try to read the policeman's lips, but he keeps looking at Mom. Captain Lee is watching me, and I smile just a little, so he knows I see him.
Mom taps my leg, getting my attention, and she signs, `The sergeant wants to ask you some questions.'
I turn my attention to the sergeant, but he's talking to Mom. I can't see his lips, and my eyes shift to Captain Lee. I give him a shrug, and mom touches my leg. She is looking at me like she's expecting me to say something, so I sign, `What is going on? I can't see his face; is he talking to me?'
Mom smiles and signs, `Calm down, he wants to know where you got the gun.
I look at the sergeant, and he's busy writing something down. I sign to Mom that I got it from the safe and explain how I got it out. She tells him, and the policeman says, judgmentally, "Do you leave it open?"
"Of course not," my mom answers and then signs, `How did you get it out?' I explain how I opened the safe, and she translates it to the room.
The policeman places the pen down and says something to my mom again. I watch his lips closely, and I catch the words, `a six-year-old couldn't open...' I slap the table to get the officer's attention. He looks into my eyes, and I can see the shock. I sign, `I'll be ten next month, asshole.'
"What did he say?" The policeman asks without taking his eyes off me.
Mom snickers and translates with a smirk, "He says, he's almost ten." Then she signs that I better cool my jets. Leaning on Dad's chest, I bury my head in him, and the interview goes on. After answering the same damn questions over and over, Captain Lee says that the Sargent should take us boys out in the hall so he can talk to my parents.
The bench that we are brought to is old and marked up. It's right outside the captain's office and is up against the huge picture window. Beau holds Colt close to him with one hand and my hand with the other. Beau doesn't know sign language, but he's telling me a lot with just the tear-filled look in his steel-colored eyes. I nod and kiss the back of his hand, letting him know I understand. Movement in the captain's office catches my eye, and I check to make sure the Sargent isn't paying attention to me. When I'm sure he's too busy with paperwork, I turn around on the bench and peer through the window, watching the lips of the captain as he talks to my mom and dad.
The door closes, and it's just us adults in the room now. I reach over and take Alice's hand. Captain Lee takes a deep breath and says, "Okay, now for the unpleasant part." His eyes travel from Alice to me and then to his desk. "We didn't catch the man who ran off. It's dark, and once we got the dogs out there, he must have run through Vaccanor's barns, because that is where we lost the scent. We did get some information out of the man that I shot before he... well, let's just say he won't be bothering you anymore." He takes a minute to move past what he did and continues, "With what he told us and what we learned from their hotel room. They have been watching AJ for almost a year, and the worst part is..." he pauses there as if he's gauging our reaction so far. "Alice, we believe they were hired by your husband."
Her grip becomes sweaty, and she holds me as tight as she can. I drag my chair over as close as I can and hold her. "No, that can't be right. I mean, we had our suspicions on Christmas Eve. That's why we changed all the locks and added more security to the farm."
"And I looked into those suspicions like you asked and found these from the airport security," Lee adds and slides over some photos. It's a man in a red snowsuit entering and waiting for a late flight. "Alice, this man is Andy James. He prebought two tickets back to New York but only used one." Alice collapses in my arms and begins shaking and crying. "Should I continue?" Lee asks very softly.
I nodded, figuring that it was best to get it out in the open, "Go ahead, let's get this over with."
"That night, your husband called the hotel and talked to the man in charge. He called them off and fired them. Said he didn't want his son after all. That day, the plan was to kidnap AJ, we believe. Listen, Jack, Alice, I've got men already at your house. When you get home, we'll check out the house to make sure no one is inside. I want you to take your boys home and get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow."
I stand and shake Lee's hand, telling him, "Thank you, Lee." As I was helping Alice up, I happen to look to my right, and AJ was watching us from the window. He was white as a ghost and almost looked like a store mannequin. I helped Alice out of the office, and AJ never moved; he just stared at Captain Lee's chair. "Beau?" I ask as I turn AJ around. His body was moveable, but the boy is in shock and nonresponsive.
"He was watching you for a while, and then I noticed he just stopped looking around. It was like he could hear you guys talking and was locked on every word."
I picked up AJ and held him to let him know I was there for him, but he didn't melt into me like he normally does. Captain Lee walked us out of the police station and to my truck. We all piled in and headed to the hospital to get AJ looked at and get his stitches.
The hospital is a quick stop. AJ got ten stitches across the back of his head and four behind his ear where the gun hit him. They cleaned his arm scrape and bandaged it up, and he never winced, cried, flinched, or reacted to what was going on around him. After they checked on his injector to make sure it wasn't damaged, we headed home. We were all exhausted and mentally worn out from the day's events.
I take the boys upstairs, and while I stripped AJ's clothes off him, Beau helped Colt out of his. Then, to my surprise, Beau removed his. This is the first time I've seen the boy naked, and the look of shame on his face makes me feel terrible for him.
"Jack, can you put AJ in the middle tonight? Me and Colt want to lay on either side of him. I like to be held to keep the nightmares away, and I think AJ will need that tonight," he asks meekly.
I gave him a smile and a nod to let him know I didn't see a problem with his request. AJ instinctively wraps his arms around Colt, and Beau hugs AJ tightly as I pull the covers over their bodies. There they are, my youngest sons, naked as jaybirds. All holding each other tightly to fend off the memories of today's events. "I'm so very proud of you three, good night boys."
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