“You need to get your boys to run the occupants of those residences,” Deck muttered.
“Yeah but I already checked Colorado Vital Records, Deck, kid doesn’t exist. Not local. Not in the entire state.”
Deck was silent.
Then he said out loud what Chace was thinking.
“This is dark brother.”
“Nope,” Chace returned, “black.”
“Pitch,” Deck whispered and Chace knew Deck was thinking what he was thinking.
Two scenarios.
One, serious hill country, jacked shit where a family existed somewhere in those hills, had minimal contact with the real world and this included procreating and not birthing their babies in a hospital that had records or sending their kids to school.
Two, Malachi and possibly one or more blood or practical siblings had been taken from their real families and were being raised on the quiet by some seriously hill country, jacked person or people who hid them from the real world for nefarious reasons and in order not to be exposed.
Chace had been in that town for thirteen years. Even if there was someone in the hills that lived quiet and eschewed society, they had to mix in some ways. If this escaped his notice, Frank had grown up in that town. He would know about them, he would talk about them, they’d be on cop radar or there would be talk in town. Chace could see people in Carnal letting folks live their life as they saw fit even if they didn’t agree or thought it was whacked. Half the residents were multi-generation hardcore bikers who had been attracted to that town pre-Arnold Fuller as a haven for those who sat a Harley and lived that way of life. So they appreciated this considering they’d chosen a way of life that wasn’t exactly mainstream. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t talk.
This left option two. Malachi had been snatched by someone not right in the head. This meant he could have come from anywhere. This meant he could have a family out there looking for him.
“I’ll eat, go back, comb those woods,” Deck offered, breaking into his thoughts.
“I’ll call the Station,” Chace replied.
Deck hesitated before he asked quietly, “How’s he doin’?”
“Hasn’t regained consciousness and they’re a little concerned because he should have by now. Even so, Faye’s been readin’ to him almost all day. Got her out twice to get a cup of coffee in her and so she could eat some food when her sister came by with lunch she made. Her Mom took over while she was gone. She’s back in.”
“What’re the doctors sayin’?”
“Can’t say, he’s not awake, not movin’. The update though is that the scare is over about him losin’ his hands and foot. Mobility is in question. Color’s better though.”
“Right.”
“I’ll let you know, anything happens.”
“’Preciate that.”
“Get lunch, Deck. Speak soon.”
“Later, man.”
“Later.”
Chace disconnected and shoved the phone in his pocket.
Then he tagged the elevator button to go up and check on Faye and Malachi.
* * * * *
It was time to go, visiting hours were over, the nurse told him. He appreciated her telling him so it would be him that would be the one to go in and tell Faye she had to give it up for the night.
He washed his hands and moved through the ward to the open door, hearing her voice coming soft. She didn’t read staccato, she put emotion into it like a true storyteller, or as best as she could while needing to be quiet in that ward.
He entered Malachi’s room on the thought that someday she’d read to their kids that way.
Therefore, he had a small smile on his face when he saw Sondra first, sitting in the corner and her eyes snapped to him as she raised her index finger and put it to her lips.
With this warning, Chace rounded the closed curtain slowly, silently and stopped dead.
This was because Faye was sitting by the bed, bent over her book, focus entirely on it but her arm was stretched out and she had her fingers curled around Malachi’s forearm.
And Malachi’s light brown eyes were open, his head slightly turned on the pillow and his focus was entirely on Faye reading to him.
But even with the bruising on his face, it was plain to see he thought God had sent an angel to his bedside to tell him a story.
Chace felt his throat close and held perfectly still.
Then Malachi’s eyes shifted to him and his entire body got visibly tight.
“Faye,” Chace called gently, she stopped reading and her head came up.
But as she began to turn her head to look at him, she saw Malachi.
He saw in profile as her face got soft and her lips parted right before she whispered, “Malachi.”
His eyes shifted to her with barely a movement of his head.
She rose to a squat above her chair. Leaning in partially she kept her voice at a whisper when she said, “Hey there, honey. You sure took a long nap. We were getting worried. Welcome back.”
He just looked at her.
“I’m Faye,” she told him. “But you know me, don’t you?”
He didn’t say a word or move his eyes from her.
Faye kept going.
“That’s Chace, I told you about him. Chace Keaton. He works at the Police Station. He’s a detective. He bought you your Swiss army knife and your sleeping bag and some of your food. Remember?”
Malachi didn’t move or speak.
Faye didn’t give up.
“Over there, that’s my Mom. Her name is Sondra Goodknight. She brought you some warm pajamas that they said when they move you out of here, you can wear.”
Malachi kept looking at Faye a second then his head turned on the pillow for a glance at Sondra before he looked back at Faye.
Sondra got up, got close to the bed, Malachi’s eyes moved back to her and she reached out two fingers to touch the blanket by his side but not him.
“Nice to meet you, Malachi,” she said gently. “Now, I’m going to go get the nurse. They need to know you’re awake. All right?”
Malachi didn’t answer. Sondra looked to Faye then to Chace then she moved slowly out of the room.
Chace took a step toward the bed but stopped when Malachi’s eyes shot to him and his body stiffened.
Faye noticed it too. She came up fully out of the chair but stayed bent to him.
“He’s okay, honey. Chace is a good guy. I promise. He’s a good guy.”
Chace forced his voice to very quiet when he said to the both of them. “I’m good right here. Malachi can tell me when he’s okay with me bein’ closer.”