“We were married by a Justice of the Peace,” Chace shot back immediately when Silas stopped talking and he watched Silas blink.
“Come again, son?”
Chace straightened away from the counter and held the man’s eyes.
“At the time, didn’t think I’d have another shot. What I did know was that if I married a woman I intended to love and cherish until death did us part, I’d be happy to stand in front of a preacher in God’s house and make that vow with the intention of keepin’ it. Misty wanted a church wedding. She did not get one for precisely that reason. I was not going to make a vow in God’s house that I intended to break. So I didn’t. Now, if I’m lucky enough to find a woman I love and cherish, I will make that vow to her and to God to stand by her side in sickness and in health until death do us part. And if that woman happens to be a woman I chose, a woman I actually love and cherish, make no mistake, Silas, when I make that vow, I’ll mean it.”
He took in breath, Silas opened his mouth to speak but Chace beat him to it.
“And I want you to know, I don’t take offense. You’re right. I get you. You just don’t get me. I even appreciate you comin’ here, lookin’ after your girl. You’re also right, what went down is none of your business. I’m not gonna tell you what that is, not ever. What I can promise you is that, if what’s bloomin’ between me and Faye keeps takin’ root, grows and blossoms, she will know everything. I will not keep anything from her. It’ll be up to her to make the decision whether she wants to stick with me on this path I’m on tryin’ to get back to the man I wanted to be. When she learns, if she decides to share that with you, that’s her call. I won’t get in the middle of family and how they communicate. I won’t ask her not to share. I’ll let her decide what she needs to do. I’m fortunate her folks are the folks they are ‘cause I already know without havin’ to ask that you and your wife won’t share if Faye does.”
“Tryin’ to get back to the man you wanted to be?” Silas asked softly.
“You swim in filth, Silas, it seeps in through your pores.”
At that, Silas shifted away from the counter and whispered, “Son, you cannot take that on.”
“Too late. I did that when I married Misty. I’ll give you a little. I got caught in that trap six years ago. I worked with IA for fourteen months. I reckon you can do the math.”
“But –”
Chace talked over him. He had shit to do. He didn’t want to talk about this. Even with a good man like Silas Goodknight deserving his time, reminding him he wasn’t good enough for Faye and why, he had no intention of backing off.
“I didn’t take offense and I hope you won’t either when I say I’m not gonna back off Faye. She’s pretty, she’s sweet, she’s kind and she’s funny. She makes me laugh. She gives me hope. I already know it’s selfish to be with her and I don’t care. Haven’t ever had the beauty she brings to my life, Silas, and six years ago I lost the hope I ever would. Selfish or not, I’ve experienced it now so I’m holdin’ on. No way I’m lettin’ that go. But because I respect the man I know you are, including the fact that you’re the kind of father who created that beauty, I’ll give you somethin’ so you can walk away with a little peace of mind. I’ll bend over backward, tie myself in knots and break my neck to do what I can to return the beauty she’s giving me. This isn’t God’s house but it cannot be denied my house is in God’s country so you can take that as you will when you get that vow.”
Silas Goodknight stared at Chace without saying a word but Chace saw his eyes working. He just had no chance to prompt him to spit it out or find some way to shut this down because his cell rang.
He yanked it out of his pocket, looked at the display and muttered a distracted, “Sorry, need a minute,” as he set down his coffee mug, took the call and wandered to the sink as he greeted, “Hey baby.”
“The boy wrote us a note!” Faye screeched in his ear.
Chace blinked at the landscape out his window. “What?”
“The boy wrote us a note! His name is Malachi!”
Jesus, Malachi? What the hell kind of name was Malachi?
“He says he likes Snickers,” she went on excitedly in a quick rush. “He says the sleeping bag is super warm. He says he wants to read Holes and he wants the next Harry Potter. And he says he was able to get into the showers at the campsite north of town and take a shower! Isn’t… that… awesome?” she finished on a cry.
“Yeah, honey,” Chace agreed on a smile.
“We broke through!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah,” he repeated.
“It was in the return bin. My hands were shaking when I read it. Heck, they’re still shaking.”
Christ, she was cute.
And she was right. It was awesome so Chace made a decision.
“Steppin’ it up,” Chace told her.
She hesitated before she asked, “What?”
“Done with sittin’ in your SUV watchin’ him grab his stash. Monday, I’m in my truck on the street, you’re standin’ by the return bin. If you can talk to him, good. I think this is a sign he might be willin’ to slip through that opening we created. Your mission will be to get him to come into the library and talk to us both. We get his story. We feel him out. See what he’ll give us. See if he’ll trust us and trust that CPS can look after him.”
“Don’t you think it’s too soon?” she asked anxiously. “He just wrote us a note.”
“Faye, honey, we been doing this for near on two weeks and he’s sleepin’ rough. We’re givin’ him shit but he’s still takin’ care of himself and he’s a little kid. He needs a roof over his head. Hot, good food in his belly. A guiding hand. Schooling. We can have no idea how long he’s been out there. He isn’t safe. We gotta get him safe and not in three weeks. If we can manage it, Monday.” She didn’t respond so he prompted, “You with me on this plan?”
“Uh… okay,” she answered with zero enthusiasm.
Clearly, she wasn’t with him.
“We’ll go cautious,” he said quietly. “I might be a threat. You hopefully won’t. So it’s you at the returns. He doesn’t want to go into the library, you give him an alternate option. A home-cooked dinner and a hot shower in a real bathroom on Monday night. No strings, he can walk away. But we’ll talk to him while he’s eatin’ and do what we can to make him not want to walk away. You good with that?”
“Come again, son?”
Chace straightened away from the counter and held the man’s eyes.
“At the time, didn’t think I’d have another shot. What I did know was that if I married a woman I intended to love and cherish until death did us part, I’d be happy to stand in front of a preacher in God’s house and make that vow with the intention of keepin’ it. Misty wanted a church wedding. She did not get one for precisely that reason. I was not going to make a vow in God’s house that I intended to break. So I didn’t. Now, if I’m lucky enough to find a woman I love and cherish, I will make that vow to her and to God to stand by her side in sickness and in health until death do us part. And if that woman happens to be a woman I chose, a woman I actually love and cherish, make no mistake, Silas, when I make that vow, I’ll mean it.”
He took in breath, Silas opened his mouth to speak but Chace beat him to it.
“And I want you to know, I don’t take offense. You’re right. I get you. You just don’t get me. I even appreciate you comin’ here, lookin’ after your girl. You’re also right, what went down is none of your business. I’m not gonna tell you what that is, not ever. What I can promise you is that, if what’s bloomin’ between me and Faye keeps takin’ root, grows and blossoms, she will know everything. I will not keep anything from her. It’ll be up to her to make the decision whether she wants to stick with me on this path I’m on tryin’ to get back to the man I wanted to be. When she learns, if she decides to share that with you, that’s her call. I won’t get in the middle of family and how they communicate. I won’t ask her not to share. I’ll let her decide what she needs to do. I’m fortunate her folks are the folks they are ‘cause I already know without havin’ to ask that you and your wife won’t share if Faye does.”
“Tryin’ to get back to the man you wanted to be?” Silas asked softly.
“You swim in filth, Silas, it seeps in through your pores.”
At that, Silas shifted away from the counter and whispered, “Son, you cannot take that on.”
“Too late. I did that when I married Misty. I’ll give you a little. I got caught in that trap six years ago. I worked with IA for fourteen months. I reckon you can do the math.”
“But –”
Chace talked over him. He had shit to do. He didn’t want to talk about this. Even with a good man like Silas Goodknight deserving his time, reminding him he wasn’t good enough for Faye and why, he had no intention of backing off.
“I didn’t take offense and I hope you won’t either when I say I’m not gonna back off Faye. She’s pretty, she’s sweet, she’s kind and she’s funny. She makes me laugh. She gives me hope. I already know it’s selfish to be with her and I don’t care. Haven’t ever had the beauty she brings to my life, Silas, and six years ago I lost the hope I ever would. Selfish or not, I’ve experienced it now so I’m holdin’ on. No way I’m lettin’ that go. But because I respect the man I know you are, including the fact that you’re the kind of father who created that beauty, I’ll give you somethin’ so you can walk away with a little peace of mind. I’ll bend over backward, tie myself in knots and break my neck to do what I can to return the beauty she’s giving me. This isn’t God’s house but it cannot be denied my house is in God’s country so you can take that as you will when you get that vow.”
Silas Goodknight stared at Chace without saying a word but Chace saw his eyes working. He just had no chance to prompt him to spit it out or find some way to shut this down because his cell rang.
He yanked it out of his pocket, looked at the display and muttered a distracted, “Sorry, need a minute,” as he set down his coffee mug, took the call and wandered to the sink as he greeted, “Hey baby.”
“The boy wrote us a note!” Faye screeched in his ear.
Chace blinked at the landscape out his window. “What?”
“The boy wrote us a note! His name is Malachi!”
Jesus, Malachi? What the hell kind of name was Malachi?
“He says he likes Snickers,” she went on excitedly in a quick rush. “He says the sleeping bag is super warm. He says he wants to read Holes and he wants the next Harry Potter. And he says he was able to get into the showers at the campsite north of town and take a shower! Isn’t… that… awesome?” she finished on a cry.
“Yeah, honey,” Chace agreed on a smile.
“We broke through!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah,” he repeated.
“It was in the return bin. My hands were shaking when I read it. Heck, they’re still shaking.”
Christ, she was cute.
And she was right. It was awesome so Chace made a decision.
“Steppin’ it up,” Chace told her.
She hesitated before she asked, “What?”
“Done with sittin’ in your SUV watchin’ him grab his stash. Monday, I’m in my truck on the street, you’re standin’ by the return bin. If you can talk to him, good. I think this is a sign he might be willin’ to slip through that opening we created. Your mission will be to get him to come into the library and talk to us both. We get his story. We feel him out. See what he’ll give us. See if he’ll trust us and trust that CPS can look after him.”
“Don’t you think it’s too soon?” she asked anxiously. “He just wrote us a note.”
“Faye, honey, we been doing this for near on two weeks and he’s sleepin’ rough. We’re givin’ him shit but he’s still takin’ care of himself and he’s a little kid. He needs a roof over his head. Hot, good food in his belly. A guiding hand. Schooling. We can have no idea how long he’s been out there. He isn’t safe. We gotta get him safe and not in three weeks. If we can manage it, Monday.” She didn’t respond so he prompted, “You with me on this plan?”
“Uh… okay,” she answered with zero enthusiasm.
Clearly, she wasn’t with him.
“We’ll go cautious,” he said quietly. “I might be a threat. You hopefully won’t. So it’s you at the returns. He doesn’t want to go into the library, you give him an alternate option. A home-cooked dinner and a hot shower in a real bathroom on Monday night. No strings, he can walk away. But we’ll talk to him while he’s eatin’ and do what we can to make him not want to walk away. You good with that?”
