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BETWEEN THE LINES
SEASON 2
THERE’S STILL HOPE
THIRD IN THE SERIES BY KATHY DE An angry Joe walked up and
threw a file on Catherine’s desk. “Here’s the damn Schafer case!” Catherine picked it up and
looked up at him. “I thought that was settled. With Peter’s testimony
and the lab results of the drug screen, we proved Darlene was drugged
the night she killed her husband.” “They got a continuance.
They said the husband was the one who brought the drugs home and it was
his fault that the stuff he bought was laced with something. They said
he was trying to kill his wife...” Catherine shrugged. “Let me
guess. We’ve got to get the body exhumed and get a drug test done on
him.” “Sounds crazy...but there
it is. Interesting thing about this whole case...the husband’s supplier
was Ramsey!” Catherine sat up excitedly.
“So if we can link Ramsey to Schafer then we finally have enough proof
to put Ramsey away for good.” Joe tapped the side of his
head. “Good thinking; make it happen! We also have the O’Mara case.” Catherine rolled her eyes.
“Is there anyone left in this city who hasn’t committed a crime that’s
drug related?” Joe nodded. “It does seem
to be getting crazier out there. That time of the year, I guess.” He
turned to walk away. “Get me the Ramsey stuff before you leave?” With a wicked smile,
Catherine saluted him. “You got it, boss!” ************************* She opened up the file and
sighed then let her mind wander back to a time three months ago..... She had
walked into the office early that morning and sat at her desk. Joe
stuck his head out of his office as he called to her. “
Catherine’s eyes blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?” Joe
rolled his eyes. “I mean, did you wear a skirt today or do you have
pants on?”
Catherine smiled, wondering why on earth he needed to know this. She
stood and showed him her leg. “Black pants.” Joe
came closer and eyed her shoes. “Boots, too! That’s good.”
Catherine shook her head in confusion. “Is there a reason we’re talking
about my wardrobe choices this morning?” Joe
looked up. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I wanted to ask if you could come with me
and Chambers. We need to go down and interview some...witnesses...at the
garage on McEntire?”
Catherine’s nose wrinkled at the thought of the place known to house
homeless drug addicts. “Are we taking back up?” Joe
smirked. “I think Chambers and I can cover your back. You scared?”
Catherine rolled her eyes. “No, not of the addicts, just of the slime
buckets that go down there and feed them their drugs. They’re usually
armed...” “They
don’t come out in the morning.” “Oh, so
no one buys drugs during the day?” Joe
laughed. “Good point. Look, if we go early enough, the junkies will be
coming down off their high. We may be able to get some answers.”
Catherine shrugged as she shook her head and frowned. “What good will
that do? It won’t be admissible in court.” “Well,
it may give us some leads to work on...” Joe shook his head as he
realized he was explaining his actions. “Look...you in or not?” “I’m
in. What time?” “How’s She
nodded and he turned to leave then turned back. “Hey,
Radcliffe?” She
looked up at him. “I’ll
call for back up. I didn’t think about the dealers coming around.”
Catherine went to Joe’s office three minutes before They
stopped at Chambers’ desk and he quickly got to his feet and followed
behind them. Joe and Catherine settled into the back seat of the taxi
while Chambers sat in front by the driver. The
taxi driver heard the address but didn’t want to take them to their
destination. “Forget it! That neighborhood’s no good!” Joe
flashed him a smile. “Are you attempting to obstruct justice?” The
driver stared at Joe and tried to determine if he really could be
charged with a crime. Joe
rolled his eyes and sighed. “Chambers...read him his rights!” |
The
driver pulled up to the front of the building and slammed to a stop. “I
got you here, now give me “ “Yeah,
right!” The driver chuckled as he drove away. The
three scanned the area and saw that nobody was a particular threat to
them so they headed for the warehouse. A
cruiser pulled up and an officer got out. “Hey, Joe, Cathy….” He looked
pointedly at Chambers. Joe
followed his gaze and pointed at the new guy. “That’s Chambers, Scott
Chambers...Scott...this is Dave Thompson.” Scott
waved and the officer nodded then turned back to Joe. “I’ll open the
door. Be ready for anything.” He
opened it quickly and the smell that assailed them had Catherine
retching, “My God!” The
four of them entered the warehouse. Catherine could see men and even a
few women lying in different spots all over the area.
Chambers kicked a syringe out of his path. “This is disgusting. How can
these people choose to live like this?” Dave
shook his head. “They don’t choose it. It chooses them. Some of these
people were professionals at one time...accountants, insurance salesmen,
that lady over there used to be a nurse.”
Chambers looked over to where he was pointing and saw a woman rocking
back and forth looking at the clouds. “Why the hell is she here?” Dave
chuckled. “Man, you lead a pretty sheltered life, don’t you? She got
hooked. She was successful, got hooked, and blew everything on drugs.
Now she’s here instead of sleeping with her husband and two kids. Look
around, there’s story after story down here.”
Catherine scowled. “It’s a vicious cycle.” Dave
nodded. “Yeah, they need help to get into rehab then when they get out
no one will hire them because they used to be junkies, so they end up
using, getting their money turning tricks, selling blood, stealing.” He
followed the scent of death behind a dumpster. “This is where they
always end up.”
Catherine retched again but managed to hold it together. Joe grimaced
with disgust and Chambers walked away, unwilling to even look. Dave
shrugged. “I need to call this in. Wagon will be here within 20 minutes.
You guys got that long to try to find someone to talk to then I’ve got
to fill out paperwork for John Doe here.”
Catherine and Joe took off and caught up to Chambers, who was already
trying to interview a person. Catherine shook awake at least eight
people who couldn’t even focus on her face. They had drool coming from
their mouths and half-closed eyelids. The
last guy she walked up to cringed at her touch. She gasped when he
scooted away from her. “I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just need to ask a few questions.” The guy
looked up and Catherine realized he was only a boy, no older than
fourteen. He looked at her with eyes that were clear and she frowned.
“You don’t use, what are you doing here?” Her eyes flashed angrily. “Are
you selling?” The boy
looked frantically around. “Shhh, lady! Damn! No, I ain’t selling, I’m
looking for someone.”
“Yeah...who…your supplier?”
“No...my brother.” “Your
brother? Is this a con?” The boy
sighed. “No, my parents kicked him out ‘cause he uses so much. I saved
enough from my summer job. I want to get him started in rehab.”
Catherine narrowed her eyes, trying to decide if she could trust him.
“What’s your name?” “Kyle,
Kyle Tanner.” “My
name’s Catherine. Look, Kyle, what makes you think your brother wants to
quit?” Tears
fell from his eyes. “He told me. He told me he wanted to stop so bad but
the withdrawals were killing him. He was trying to wean himself off.
That’s when my stepdad found out. He kicked Kurt out on the street.” “Kyle,
maybe your stepdad had a reason.” “Yeah,
he had a reason, all right. He’s a drunk. He kicked me out the following
week because I needed to buy a book for history class, which meant my
mom couldn’t afford to buy his beer that day.”
Catherine looked at him with concern. “You’re not living on the streets,
are you?” “No, I
live with my Grandma. She goes and spends the night twice a week at my
Aunt’s house. On those nights, I try to find Kurt, my brother.”
Catherine thought for a second. “Kyle, have you ever seen the dealers
that come down here?” He
nodded. “Sure, all the time.”
Catherine leaned forward. “You’ve seen their faces? Do you think you
could identify them?” He
chuckled. “Yeah, why?” “Kyle,
I’ll make you a deal. You come with me and help us make a composite
sketch, maybe look through some mug shots. I’ll have every cop on the
force look for Kurt. We’ll bring him in and I’ll pay for rehab.” Kyle
scowled. “I’ll help you but, lady, ain’t no cop’s salary gonna put my
brother through rehab. Don’t lie to me to get me to do what you want.”
Catherine brought out her card and handed it to him. “My name’s
Catherine Chandler. I’m with the DA’s office, and you’re right. With my
salary, I couldn’t even afford your brother’s drugs.” Kyle snorted with
laughter and Catherine grinned back. “But I promise you, we’ll find
Kyle, and I will get him clean.” She
reached out her hand to shake on the deal. Kyle leaned forward then
grimaced at his dirty hand. It had some kind of dumpster run-off on it,
and he tried to wipe it on his shirt. Catherine grabbed his hand and
shook it before he could get it clean. She never grimaced as she looked
him squarely in the eye. “Deal?” He
looked at her respectfully. “Deal. Let’s go. I imagine you could use the
sketch pretty soon, right?” “Yep,
that’s right.” Catherine stood and reached into her purse for a wet nap.
She handed him a similar package, and then opened the one in her hands
and scrubbed the offending substance off. He
laughed at her. “Thanks. You always carry these?”
Catherine rolled her eyes. “No! If you must know, I had ribs for lunch
two days ago and these were extra. I just remembered I had them.” They
walked up to where Joe and Chambers were talking. Joe
turned to her. “We had no luck.” He looked at the boy. “Who’s this?”
Catherine smiled sweetly. “It’s our witness. His name’s Kyle.”
Chambers looked at her incredulously. “No way,
Catherine shrugged and put her arm around Kyle. “I talked to one...Kyle
, here.”
Chambers grumbled. “And he’s clean!” Joe
smirked then looked at Kyle. “You’ve seen dealers down here? You can
identify them?” Kyle
nodded. “We’ve been through this already. I’m hungry. You buy me a meal,
a sketch pad, and a pencil, and I’ll give you some pictures.” Joe
rolled his eyes. “Great, an artist! Look, kid, we have professional
artists that will work with you to make the sketch.” Kyle
shrugged. “I’m probably better.” He looked at Catherine. “You like my
sketches, I get whatever a cop makes for the hour...you don’t like my
sketches, I’ll go to the precinct with you. Deal?”
Catherine chuckled. “You’re a bandit. You want breakfast or lunch?” They
stopped at a drugstore, where Kyle spent $5.00 on paper and pencils.
They walked next door to the almost empty diner. Catherine and Kyle sat
down and he looked up at Joe. “I need room to draw. You think you and
Chambers could sit across in another booth?” Joe
raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Catherine, who shrugged. The
waitress came and Kyle ordered a bacon and cheese omelet with hash
browns and raisin toast. Catherine had coffee and wheat toast.
Kyle
tore off the top sheet and placed it face down on the seat next to him.
He repeated the same procedure two more times. When the meal came, he
wolfed down his food then picked up the pad again and sketched two more
drawings. Finally
he looked up, drank down his milk, and handed Catherine all five
sketches. She
took them and dubiously looked them over. “Oh, my
God, Kyle!” Joe tried to
look as she gasped. “These are beautiful. You’re very talented.”
Catherine handed Joe the composite and he gasped with recognition.
“Sweet Jesus! This picture’s Manny Rodriguez!”
Joe
looked at another then showed it to Kyle. Kyle pointed to the bottom of
the picture where he had written some words. “Johnson or John Stone,
something like that...” Joe flipped the page and Kyle answered before he
could ask. “Blonde chick, didn’t get out of the car but I heard one guy
say Sheila. Maybe that’s her name... And the last two are just faces, no
names.” Joe
shook his hand. “Sorry for doubting you, kid. These are excellent. You
get out of high school and come see me. I’ll get you hooked up drawing
for the police force.” Kyle
laughed. “Making that chump change? I’m trying to get a scholarship.
Maybe I can work for the FBI or something bigger.” Joe
smirked. “Good luck to you. Did you tell Miss Chandler here how she can
get hold of you?”
Catherine leaned forward. “Joe, Kyle and I have a deal here. He needs
some help looking for his brother Kurt. I told him we’d get his
description out to every cop in the city.” Joe
nodded. “We can do that! You got a picture of him?” Kyle
handed Joe a picture and smiled. “Yeah, then Joe
looked over at Catherine with surprise. She blushed and looked away and
Joe knew that it was true. He wanted Kyle to know it, as well. “I’ll let
you in on a secret. She ain’t paying for it with her salary. She’ll
probably use that million-dollar trust fund of hers.” Kyle
looked at him curiously and Joe pointed at Catherine. “Look up her name
if you don’t believe me.”
Catherine stood up with a sigh and left a twenty on the table. “Kyle, do
you need money to get back home?” “Nope,
I’m good, thanks.” “Keep
in touch, okay?” “You
betcha!” They
started to walk out the door when Joe suddenly stopped and turned back.
“Hey, Kyle...” He reached inside his jacket pocket and brought out a
photo. “You ever see this guy down there?” Kyle
took the photo and turned it to get a better look. He nodded. “Ramsey,
right?”
He
chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, all the time, almost as much as I see
Manuel.” Joe
slapped his hands together. “With your testimony, we’ll have Ramsey put
away in no time. Kyle...I don’t know how to thank you. What am I saying?
Yes, I do! Within the next half hour, every cop in the city will be
looking for Kurt. I promise.”
Catherine nodded, and she and Joe left. Kyle
was filled with hope as he watched them leave the restaurant.
*************************** Joe
followed through on his promise and circulated Kurt’s picture.
Catherine dropped off some files and was on her way out when he came
back with a refill on his coffee. “Hey, Cath, I put Kurt’s picture out
there. I told anyone who picks him up to hold him until you get there.” She
smiled. “Thanks, Joe.” He
frowned. “You got a second?” She
shrugged. “Yeah, sure.” She
turned around and walked into his office. He closed the door behind him
and she raised her eyebrows, wondering what he had to say that couldn’t
be overheard. He
motioned to a chair. “Sit.” She sat
and looked up at him expectantly as he leaned against his desk and
folded his arms in front of him. “ She
shook her head. “I don’t know. As much as the average person, I
guess...” She saw that he was serious and she sighed and filled in what
she knew. “They usually start out with the lightweight stuff. Pot,
alcohol... The junk they buy gets laced with the harder stuff, they
acquire a taste, and pretty soon they graduate to the harder stuff and
become addicted.” Joe
nodded. “Pretty straightforward. What do you know about rehab?” She
rolled her eyes. “You go in, have withdrawals, get clean, go to therapy
then you get out.” Joe
leaned forward. “Yeah, you get out, and almost all of them relapse and
go right back to using.”
Catherine frowned. “Almost all...so there is some success?” Joe
frowned. “Unfortunately, not a big enough percentage.” “Why
are you telling me this, Joe?” “’Cause
of Kyle. I like the kid, Cath. I’d hate to see him disappointed. His
brother’s chances are slim that he’s going to stay in rehab...” She
stood up angrily. “So you should just write him off for dead?!” Joe’s
brows furrowed. “No! I just don’t think two or three weeks in a rehab
center will be enough to break a pretty bad addiction. Look, do you
remember how it was when you were investigating Hector Ocala’s murder?
You were drugged, and it took you a long time to finally trust me. You
ran from me that night. Thank God you finally let me help you when you
sat in the cruiser. Don’t you remember how sick you were?” She
frowned. “I remember vomiting on you, and I remember having the shakes
the next few days.” “Yeah,
and you got slipped something, what - once or twice? Kyle’s brother has
been addicted for a while now. He’s got a hell of a haul in front of
him, and it ain’t gonna be easy.” “Well,
then Kyle and I will just have to be strong for him, won’t we?” “You’re
still gonna pay?” She
shrugged. “I made a promise. I’ll get him into a better facility and
hopefully talk to his grandmother. Maybe if she gets involved, the
future won’t look so grim.” Joe
shook his head. “Yeah, maybe. Good luck with that. Oh, and one other
thing...” Catherine turned back to look at him and he smirked. “That’s a
pretty nice thing you’re doing for him. I wish sometimes I had the means
to reach out and help someone.” “You
help in other ways, Joe. Like here, where it counts. You put the scum
away, and each time you make it a little bit nicer out there...”
“Thanks, She
smiled and headed to her desk. She put in another long day and left
late, exhausted by the workload.
********************** She got
home and changed into pajamas. She sat on her bed then looked over at
the phone. She checked the clock and debated calling then reached for
the phone and dialed. On the
third ring, Peter picked up. “Hello.” “Peter,
it’s Cathy.” “Hi,
Sweetie.” “Sorry
to call so late...” Peter
waved his hand. “I had an emergency c-section, I just got home.” “Did it
go well?” “Yes,
yes. Mom and baby are doing excellent. Now, what can I do for you?” “Peter,
I need to know if you can steer me towards a good rehab center?” Peter
frowned and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Cathy. Did you say a rehab
center?”
She
heard a sigh come over the line. “What, Peter? What is it?” “Well,
it’s just that the relapse rate of addiction is so high. Unless you get
into an intense regiment the user tends to slip back into their old
habits.”
Catherine frowned. “So I hear. Well, can you point me in the direction
of a center with intense regimens?” He
laughed and rattled off a few names. “Check into those first. Some of
them are kind of pricey but they are well worth it.”
“Thanks, I’ll start first thing in the morning.” “Good
luck. Let me know how it works out. Good night.”
“’Night, Peter.”
Catherine grabbed the phone book and jotted numbers down next to the
names. First thing in the morning she would call and see what the deal
was on each of the facilities.
******************************* The
next morning, her phone rang a half an hour before her alarm. She
groaned and reached for the receiver. “Hello.”
“Radcliffe, Wake up.” “Auugh,
Joe, what is it?” “I got
a call from the 5th precinct. Kurt Tanner was picked up last
night. He’s in pretty bad shape.”
Catherine sat up and rubbed her face vigorously. “Wonderful. Look. I
need to make a few phone calls. Then I’ll head down there. Thanks, Joe.”
Catherine got up, grabbed a pad of paper and pen, and proceeded to call
all three facilities. She mentally chose one and told them to expect her
and a patient sometime this morning.
She
hopped in the shower and thirty-five minutes later was sitting in a cab
on her way to the prison. She
walked in and headed to the main desk. “Good morning, Kelly.” The
girl looked up from her typewriter. “Hey, Cat. What the hell are you
doing here this early?” “You
got a guy here that was picked up last night. I’m going to try to get
him into rehab but I need to talk to him first.” “Name?” “Kurt
Tanner.” Kelly
groaned and Catherine grew alarmed. “What, Kelly? Don’t tell me he’s
dead?”
Catherine blew out the breath she’d been holding. “Kelly, I need to use
your phone.” Kelly
picked it up and hit a button for an outside line. Catherine dialed
Kyle’s phone number and an elderly voice answered, “Hello.”
Catherine debated about telling the woman anything. Kyle picked up
another line. “Hello.”
Catherine tried to sound like another teenager. “Kyle, what’s up? Cathy
Chandler...” The
elderly voice piped in. “Kyle, honey, it’s for you. I’m hanging up now.” “Okay,
Grandma.” “Miss
Chandler?” “Yeah,
Kyle. I didn’t know what to do...” He
laughed. “It’s okay, Gram’s pretty cool.” “Kyle,
the police found Kurt...but he’s really sick. He’s at “Yeah.
I just talked to Gram last night. She’s on board, she’ll bring me...I
know she will. We can be there in…half an hour?”
Catherine imagined him looking at a clock. “Good! I’ll meet you there.”
Forty-five minutes later, Catherine watched Kyle lead an elderly woman
down the hallway. She stood and slowly approached them. They
stopped in front of her, and the elderly woman grasped Catherine’s hand.
“You must be the dear who is going to take care of my Kurt...”
Catherine smiled and nodded. “I’m Catherine Chandler.” “Iva
Tanner. Pleased to meet you.”
Catherine shook her hand. “I’m pleased to meet you, as well. Mrs.
Tanner...” The
women puffed up her chest indignantly. “Mrs. Tanner was my
mother-in-law. Just call me Iva.”
Catherine laughed. “Okay, if you call me Cathy.” “Deal.
Now, where is my little Kurtis?”
Catherine nodded towards a closed curtain. Iva walked in slowly and
Catherine followed her in. Kyle hovered uncertainly in the doorway. Iva
turned to look at him. “Well, get your butt up here and greet your
brother.”
Catherine hid her smile as Kyle stepped closer. He looked down at all
the tubes and his face grew pale. Catherine stepped closer to him but
Iva leaned over and took his hand. “Looks
just like your Grandpa did when he was here. Just a bunch of tubes doing
important stuff.” She began to point at tubes. “This one’s got medicine,
and this one’s got some vitamin stuff; all this mess here is just
recording what his heart and brain’s doing...nothing to be afraid of.” Kyle
nodded and stepped forward. He leaned over. “Hey, Kurt, it’s me.” Iva
nodded approvingly at him and prompted him on. “Oh,
and there’s a friend I made when I was out looking for you. Her name is
Catherine...I mean Cathy Chandler. Kurt, man, she’s gonna pay if you
want to get some help. You can do it now, just like you said!” Kurt
was unresponsive. Iva
stepped forward and took his hand. “Kurtis, it’s Grandma. Now, this nice
young lady has agreed to help us, and I think you need to wake up and
tell us that you agree to take her up on her offer.” Kurt’s
eyes opened a slit and he stared at his grandmother. She
sighed. “Well, goody for you, you opened your eyes. Now, we’ve never
been able to afford this opportunity for you and I want you to seriously
consider taking her up on it. Are you willing to check into a rehab
center and put this all behind you?” He
stared but made no gesture.
“Because if you are...after you’re done, you can come live with me and
Kyle.”
Catherine held her breath as Iva talked, and patted Kurt’s hand. “Okay,
maybe you can’t talk yet. How about if you squeeze my hand, or blink
twice if you want to do it...” No
gesture was made, and Kyle stepped into Kurt’s line of vision. “You
promised me! Squeeze her hand, you butthead!”
He
nodded imperceptibly and blinked his eyes while he squeezed her hand
again. Tears
fell from Catherine’s eyes and she quickly swiped them away. She stepped
forward and looked at Kurt. “Hi, I’m Cathy. I’ll get started on your
admission and leave you three alone for a while.” She was going to head
out to find his doctor when, as luck would have it, he walked in the
door. He
nodded and looked at her then came to address Iva. “Hello, I’m Doctor
Davis.” Iva
turned to him. “I’m Iva Tanner. Kurtis here is my grandson, and this is
his brother Kyle.” The
doctor nodded to Kyle then turned a questioning eye to Catherine then
back to Iva. She
shrugged. “That’s our friend Catherine.”
Catherine cleared her throat. “Why don’t I just step outside?”
Catherine nodded and stepped back. The
doctor motioned for Iva to sit down then he opened Kurt’s file. “Well,
he was brought in last night, unconscious and unresponsive. A police
officer ran into his cell and actually restarted his heart for him. He
kept CPR going until the ambulance arrived. They stabilized him, and
when he came in, we did immediate blood work. It seems like he did a
pretty large mix of drugs. My guess is one of them was laced. We’ve got
him sedated right now to try to minimize his withdrawals.” Iva
nodded. “Will he stay here or be taken to the rehab center?” The
doctor’s brows furrowed. “I was unaware that he was going to rehab.” Iva
looked over at Kyle then back at the doctor. “He is. We want him
admitted as soon as possible.” Dr.
Davis sighed then looked at Kurt. “Mrs. Tanner. Kurt is over the age of
eighteen. He needs to decide for himself whether he wants to go to rehab
or not. Unfortunately, you can’t make him go.” Iva
looked disgusted. “I know that! He just told me he wants to go.” Dr.
Davis stood and walked over to Kurt. “He woke up?” Kyle
came by his side. “Yeah, just for a second or two.” Dr.
Davis bent over. “Kurt, can you hear me?” There was no response so he
spoke again but louder. “Kurt!” Kyle
looked at his grandmother, who nodded her approval. Kyle hit his
brother’s arm. “Hey! Butthead! The doctor needs to talk to you.” Kurt’s
eyes fluttered and opened. Kyle
smiled. “Squeeze the doc’s hand if you want to go to rehab.” The
doctor immediately reached for Kurt’s hand. He nodded when he felt a
small tightening. “That’s good enough for me, Kurt. I’ll call over to
Sunnyview now.”
Catherine stepped forward. “Excuse me, doctor. Can you call Candlewood
instead? I’ve already made arrangements with them.” The
doctor sighed. “His insurance won’t cover any of this; Candlewood costs
at least three times what Sunnyview charges...”
Catherine nodded. “I’m aware of that. Payment schedules have already
been worked out. Dr. Harmon is expecting him sometime soon.” The
doctor smiled over to Iva, who was beginning to look worried. “Harmon’s
good ...he’s better than good. Kurt stands a good chance of beating this
if he follows their program. I’ll call Harmon now and see what he wants
to do with Kurt. He may be able to go there tomorrow, certainly the day
after at the latest.” Kyle
went and hugged his grandmother then impulsively hugged Catherine.
**************************** The
next day, Kurt was transferred over to Candlewood. He spent six weeks
there, and was sent to Iva’s home after his discharge. He had gotten a
job and was working hard ever since his rehab release. Kyle
called Catherine one day at work.
Catherine distractedly picked up the phone. “ “Cathy,
it’s Kyle Tanner.”
Catherine turned her attention to the call. “Hi, Kyle. How have you
been?” “Me?
Good. How ‘bout you?”
Catherine heard his voice quiver. “Kyle, what’s up?” “I
didn’t know who else to call...” “It’s
okay...Tell me!” “My Mom
left my stepdad and came to live at Gram’s with Kurt and me. My stepdad,
Roy, came over here drunk last night and tried to hurt my Mom. Kurt
stepped in and beat the crap out of him.
Catherine sighed heavily. “Where’s Kurt now?” Kyle
sniffled into the phone. “That’s why I called. I can’t find him
anywhere. What if he’s using again?”
Catherine grimaced. She had already thought of the same scenario. “Well,
let’s just keep positive thoughts that he isn’t. I tell you what
though...I’ll call in a few favors and track him down again, okay?” Kyle
sighed. “Okay, thanks. Will you let me know if you find him?” “Yep, I
promise. You take care, and call me if he comes home, okay?” “Okay.
Bye.” “Bye,
Kyle.”
Catherine hung up and immediately called over to the police station to
get them searching. Kelly was on duty again and got the trace sent out.
The next day, Kurt was found drunk and asleep in a box in an alley. He
was brought into the station and Catherine was called. She headed over
to talk to him. Kurt
looked up and groaned as she stood in front of his cell. “What do you
want?”
Catherine was angry. “A refund. You went back to using.” Kurt
looked offended. “No, I didn’t! I just had a few drinks with the guys.”
Catherine gripped the bars and her eyes flashed. “You didn’t pass out in
some alley from a few drinks. You know as well as I do that you can’t
use drugs OR alcohol!” Kurt
blushed and looked down. “I know...I...just needed to forget.”
Catherine sighed. “Forget what? The fact that you beat up a man that was
about to abuse your mother?” Kurt
looked up in surprise. “How did you...” Realization set in and he
answered his own question. “Let me take a wild guess....Kyle.” “No,
actually it was
“Really?!”
Catherine smiled. “Yeah Now, are you going to need to go talk with Dr.
Harmon?” He
didn’t answer her, so Catherine reached out to touch him. “Kurt?” Kurt
looked up with tears in his eyes. “Yeah! I do, but I know I can’t afford
it.”
Catherine sighed. “Well, if you promise to keep trying, I’ll take you
over to him and pay again.” Kyle
shook his head. “You would do that for me?”
Catherine grinned. “There’s still hope for you.”
************************************ A loud noise grabbed her
attention, and Catherine shook herself from her memories and got back to
the work on hand. She also concentrated on putting herself in a better
mood. It didn’t take her long; the excitement she felt about her date
tonight with Vincent quickly had her in a better frame of mind. She
glanced up repeatedly at the clock as the day seemed to drag on. Six hours later, she
excitedly looked up at the clock and noticed the time. It was finally
time to leave, and head home to get ready for her surprise date night
with Vincent. She packed everything up
then walked into Joe’s office. Joe was busy digging through receipts,
putting together the quarterly budget, when Catherine walked in and set
the file on his desk. “It’s a draft for the request for Ramsey’s bank
statement.” She turned to leave when his voice carried to her. “Well...thanks, Cath, I’ll
look it over.” “All right. Good night,
Joe.” “Where you off to?” “Home.” He looked at her hopefully.
“Um...why don’t you stick around? I found this great Cuban restaurant
downtown...great food...maybe we could get something to eat?” She shook her head.
“There’s a concert tonight in the park.” “Oh!” “I’m meeting someone...” “Oh, you got a date?” Joe
said disappointedly. “Sort of.” “Who’s playing? Maybe I’ll
go...” She was shocked but
elaborated. “Tonight? I think they’re playing Schubert...maybe Hayden.” Joe tried not to grimace as
he shrugged. “Oh, well, when you said concert in the park, I thought
maybe...” She smiled sarcastically.
“No, Billy Joel is next week.” Joe looked disgusted.
“Schubert, Hayden? You’re really interested in these culture types,
aren’t you?” Catherine thought of
Vincent and smirked as she answered. “I don’t think you could call what
I’m attracted to...a type.” “No, but you know what I
mean. These smooth guys who go to concerts and know all about wines,
take you to all the right places...” “Not exactly!” “Well, all I’m saying is
there must be a reason you haven’t hooked up with one of these guys
yet.” “Any theories?” “I’m talking as a friend
here now...” “I’m listening.” “Well, obviously you’re not
getting what you need. Maybe you need something else.” Catherine walked back into
the office as she sighed. “Joe, I hesitate to ask, but I’m dying to
know...what do you think I need? Tell me!” “Radcliffe, you need
someone whose more...solid...you know? More of a down-to-earth kind of
guy. You know what I mean?” Catherine smiled as her
thoughts again turned to Vincent. “I think I do.” Joe looked at her odd
smile. He thought he had given her good advice. He wondered briefly if
she was considering what he said. “You know I’m right!” She nodded. “Yeah, you are,
and Joe...” She stepped forward and gave him a hug. “Thanks for caring.” He returned her hug and
frowned as she walked away.
****************************************** Catherine raced home,
hopped in the tub, and took the fastest shower of her life. With her
hair drying in the towel high on top of her head, she chose and rejected
three different dresses. “Damn, why didn’t I think
to ask where we would be sitting? How am I supposed to decide what to
wear without that information?!” She took out the last one
and knew it would be perfect for wherever they were sitting. She pulled
it on and smoothed it over her hips.
She raced down to the
threshold two minutes early. She looked at the ladder ruefully. “Forgot
about climbing down in a dress. Oh, well.” She turned and started to
make her way down when she felt a steadying hand on her back. Her feet
hit the ground and she turned to face Vincent with a huge smile on her
face. “Hi!” His eyes traveled down the
length of her body. “Catherine, you look...stunning.” She grinned even wider.
“Thank you. I wanted to look extra nice for you tonight.” He looked at her
uncertainly. “Maybe I should’ve shown you where we would be sitting...”
His voice trailed off as his nerves took over. Catherine grabbed his hand
and squeezed gently. “Doesn’t matter. Either way, we should get going.
The concert starts in half an hour.” Catherine kept up a steady
chatter until they came to a stop. She looked at him quizzically.
“What’s wrong?” Vincent looked at the
chamber, and for the first time saw it as it was. A piece of used
carpeting lay on the ground, piled high with old pillows. He sighed and
pointed inside the chamber. “We’re here.” Catherine turned and saw
the room. “You’re kidding me.” His heart stopped for a
second, fearing her rejection. She turned to him and
looked at him incredulously. “It’s beautiful.” She walked in and took a
look around then smiled. “It’s like our own private box.” Vincent tried to settle his
heart as he realized she was truly pleased. “Would you like to sit?” “Is anyone else coming?” “No, it’s just us.” Catherine sat down and made
herself comfortable. She wriggled into the right position then leaned
back against the rock wall. She looked up at Vincent. “Is this okay? Did
you want to sit here?” Vincent had noticed that
she took the smaller of the two pillows to sit on. He was planning on
doing that so that she would have the most comfort with the bigger
pillow.
“Are you comfortable,
Catherine?” “I will be, once you sit.”
She patted the pillow next to her. Vincent sank down and made himself
comfortable as well. The audience erupted and
their clapping was deafening. She smiled at Vincent and whispered.
“They’re going to start.” The conductor talked
briefly then the music started. Catherine remained quiet as
she and Vincent let the music flow through them. Her favorite part was
coming up. “I love this part!” “Yes, it’s beautiful.” He
looked over at her and saw her with a huge smile on her face. She was
happy and he was curious as to why. “What makes you smile?” She was so happy being here
with him and sharing this together. How could she put all of her
feelings into words? She gave up and shrugged. “Everything! This is a
wonderful spot.” Vincent was grateful she
was happy with their spot. “I’ve spent many an evening here. I’ve heard
all the great music...here.” “The sound is remarkable.
It’s like we’re in the first row.” Catherine was looking up,
and Vincent did as well. “We’re just under it.” A thought suddenly struck
Catherine. “I have been coming to concerts in the park all my life. It’s
strange to think there may have been nights we were listening to the
same music. That you were so close.” “I come here and the music
engulfs me and I can feel the presence of everyone sitting just above
us. You’ll see when the music ends. You’ll hear fragments of
conversations echo throughout the chamber and then...all will be very
still again.” She frowned with
compassion. “The stillness...did it ever make you feel...” “Alone? Sometimes, and
sometimes I found a wonderful peace in that stillness.” A blaze of light suddenly
lit up the chamber. Catherine looked up to catch the tail end of it.
“Lightning?” Vincent nodded. “I think it
was.” Suddenly the rain began to
fall. People Above could be heard scrambling to get to the safety of
their cars. “Vincent, it’s raining....” Catherine was quickly
getting wet but she was feeling very alive and carefree. Vincent went to
remove his cloak to offer it to her. She followed his line of thinking
and shook her head in refusal. “No...” She kneeled on the
carpeting and let the rain drench her. Vincent finally got over his
embarrassment at their location and got caught up in her excitement, and
offered her his first real smile. She was so happy. “Oh, I’ve
never...” She collapsed on top of him as she hugged him fiercely.
“Vincent, this is wonderful!” He smiled at her, and up at
the unexpected rain. He marveled at her ability to come to a cave
underground and get drenched with rain and find such joy in it. He
laughed with her as they enjoyed this unusual occasion. They sat there and both
were drenched to the skin before Catherine finally stood. “Vincent, I’m
sorry. Here I am making a fool of myself in the rain, and I should have
been helping you get the pillows and rugs out of the way.” “Catherine, it will only
take me a second to put them back in the chamber next door. There’s a
rack to hang them on. After they dry the dust will just be patted off.” She bent over and grabbed
the pillows. “You get the rug, I’ve got these.” He wanted to protest but
knew it would do no good. He rolled up the rug and walked as she
followed him across the tunnel way. He climbed up and hung the rug from
a bar high above his head then hopped down and took the pillows from her
and placed them on a rack off to the side. “Thank you for helping. I
could have come back later and picked it up.” She smiled. “Don’t be
silly. It only took us a few minutes.” Catherine grabbed his hand
and held it as they began to walk back. She purposefully slowed her pace
to spend as much time with him as she could. He smiled and matched her
stride, not wanting the night to end either. “Did you enjoy yourself,
Catherine?” “It was magical. I’m so
glad you asked me to go with you!” “Even though your beautiful
dressed is soaked?” She shrugged. “It’s
washable. What about you? Did you enjoy it?” “It was wonderful. The rain
was an unexpected guest but by your reaction to it, not entirely
unwelcome.” He smiled shyly. “The whole night was
perfect. I’ve always wanted to run barefoot through the park in the
rain. This was the next best thing, and it was accompanied by music.”
She sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear Schubert’s
Unfinished Symphony in quite the same way.” “I wanted to share that
place with you.” She looked at him shyly.
“Thursday night they’re playing the Brandenburg Concertos.” He was amazed that she
really did enjoy the night, and he was relieved that she wanted to go
again. “Then I’ll come for you, Thursday night.” “I’ll be here.” She moved into his arms and
he lowered his head against hers and whispered to her. “Be well,
Catherine.” “And you, Vincent.” She turned back for one
last look as he watched her go up the ladder.
********************************** It was still early by
Vincent’s standards and he liked to be able to walk the streets at
night, especially after a rain. Many times he would walk through the
makeshift homes of the street people to see if they needed any
assistance. It was always harder to eke out a survival when the elements
were harsh. He had walked for several
blocks when he spotted a figure huddle in the alley. He approached, and
a young black man sat up and looked at him. He became nervous and took
off running. Vincent went after him but the man took off running. When
he was almost hit by a taxi, Vincent had to take cover so as not to be
seen by the driver. When the taxi was gone, the
man looked over at Vincent. Vincent’s eyes grew wide when he finally
recognized him. He knew the man from a long time ago, when he had been a
boy named Rolley and had once lived in the world Below. Vincent pursued him, and
the man ran into the Brothers of Hope Men’s Shelter. Vincent turned and made his
way home and let the memories of Rolley’s time Below fill him. He looked up and realized
he was standing at Catherine’s apartment building. He paced, trying to
decide between bothering her and his desire to find Rolley. He climbed to her balcony
and tapped at her window. Catherine looked at him quizzically as she
came outside. “Are you missing me
already?” He cocked his head to the
side and smiled ruefully. “Always.” She chuckled then grew
serious. “Something’s wrong?” Vincent began to pace.
“Catherine, I need to tell you a story first, before I ask for your
help.” Catherine nodded. “I’m
listening.” “About eight years ago a
young boy was brought Below by one of our helpers. He had discovered the
boy because he snuck in and was playing the piano in his basement.
Later, he found out the boy had been living in that basement. He brought
the boy Below because he needed a place to stay as well as a place to
play his piano. Catherine, I still remember the day when this young
black boy sat down. When his hands touched the keys, magic floated
through the air. It brought tears to your eyes to hear how beautifully
he played. Of course, he was allowed to stay and the children’s music
teacher, Miss Kendrick, took on the responsibility of teaching Rolley.”
Vincent nodded. “That’s
what I thought, until Miss Kendrick pointed out that Rolley was just
like a parrot, mimicking sounds. She wanted to teach him how to read
music so he could experience it fully. She took a special interest in
Rolley, and came several times a week. He was so dedicated to her. He
practiced every second of every day. For a reward, Mouse...” he sighed,
“...happened upon a grand piano underneath the canopy in the park. He
dismantled it and brought it Below for Rolley.” Catherine tried to hide her
chuckle but Vincent acknowledged it with a smile and continued with his
story. “A month or so later, Rolley was to give a performance for the
entire community. Miss Kendrick sent him to give the message to Eli, the
helper who had discovered Rolley. Rolley took off and never came back
that afternoon. Miss Kendrick went out looking for him but her body was
found near an abandoned home on the Lower East Side. We never knew what
happened to her, and we never heard from Rolley again.” She cocked her head
curiously. “I’m not sure what you need me to do.” “I want your help finding
Rolley.” “Vincent, Rolley could be
anywhere.” “I saw him tonight...when I
was walking the streets after I dropped you off.” “So you spoke to him?” Vincent closed his eyes as
he tried to find the right words. “Rolley had an older brother who ran
with the wrong type of crowd. They drank and did drugs. I think Rolley
may have gotten involved with him.”
Catherine knew how unlikely
it was that they would be able to find Rolley. “So, if you find him,
then what?” “Rolley’s gift was immense
but it was fragile and it was lost to us. I don’t think there has ever
been another young person in our world with more promise and desire.
Catherine, I must see him.” “Are you sure he wants to
see you, Vincent? To be reminded of that terrible loss?” “While he’s still alive
there’s hope to regain that loss...to recover his gift.” Catherine leaned towards
him. “I’m thinking of you...trying to spare you more disappointment.” “Catherine, if we don’t act
now...next time may be too late.” She nodded. “Then we must.
I’ll be ready in a minute.” She turned and headed back
into her room. She grabbed some clothes and headed to her bathroom to
change. She was out on the balcony in no time. “Do you know where to
start?” “I saw him run into a
building...the Brothers of Hope Men’s Shelter.” “That’s as good of a place
as any. Let’s chance it. He may still be there.” She left through her front
door and headed down. He met her at the threshold and they walked
through the tunnels to their destination. They climbed up through a
manhole cover just about a block away then walked to the shelter
entrance. Catherine turned to
Vincent. “Wait here.” She talked her way into the
shelter then found Rolley. She tried to sober him up with coffee but he
still refused to see Vincent. She finally bribed him with a $100 bill.
She tore it in half and offered him the rest after he talked to Vincent. They went outside, but when
Rolley saw Vincent, he chickened out and ran. Vincent pursued him to a
rooftop, and Rolley finally talked to him. He told him what happened the
day that Miss Kendrick died. He said he blamed himself for not going to
her, instead letting his brother Anthony handle it. Anthony tried to rob
her and she fought back and fell, hitting her head against a fire
hydrant. It was an accident, but she was dead just the same, and Rolley
blamed himself. He turned to drugs and told Vincent he couldn’t bring
himself to go back Below. Vincent watched in tears as
Rolley climbed down the ladder and left him. Catherine stood before him.
She had heard the entire story and her heart ached for Vincent. She knew
how much hope he had held out that Rolley would do the right thing and
come Below. Vincent looked at her
despondently. “He won’t come back.” “You did everything you
could.” “Catherine, I feel as
though I’ll never see him again.” “But he knows now that you
love him, and as long as you do, Vincent, there’s hope.” She took his hand and
gently squeezed it. Vincent looked at her as he cried. She moved closer
to him and brought his head down to rest on her shoulder. Her arms
automatically came around him and she cradled him as he let go of his
grief. After a short while, his
tears were finally spent and he backed away from her. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “For
what, having feelings?” “For getting you involved.
For wasting your time, all...for nothing.” She took his hand. “It
wasn’t a waste of time. You got a chance to tell Rolley how you feel and
that’s what we came out here to do. Come on, walk me home.” Vincent shook his head.
“No, it’s late. Perhaps you should take a taxi home. Get some sleep.” She chuckled. “I won’t
sleep worrying about you. Come on.” She pulled on his hand and
led him to the manhole cover and pointed. “You’re up?” He smiled at her humor and
easily lifted the lid. She climbed down and he followed then replaced
the lid. She reached for his hand as
he led the way to her threshold. He was silent and lost in his thoughts.
She finally squeezed his hand. “Vincent, are you okay?” “My heart is saddened that
he wouldn’t listen. I wish he could have given me more time.” Catherine shook her head.
“I’m not sure more time would have done it. Perhaps Rolley needs some
time to decide if he wants to come home to the world Below. At least now
he knows you’ve given him that choice.” They reached her threshold
and Vincent turned to her. “Thank you, Catherine.” “You’re welcome. I wish I
could have done more.” ‘You accomplished more than
I thought we could.” “Addiction is a hard thing
to deal with, Vincent. There are hundreds of cases a day that go through
my office. Each one of them is the same as the other: good people got
addicted and their lives were destroyed. Every once in a while you get
lucky and are able to get hold of one of them and save them.” “I can only pray that
Rolley is one of those people.” Catherine came forward and
hugged him then backed up. “Me, too! Good night, Vincent.” “Good night, Catherine,” he
called out as she started to climb the ladder.
************************************ The next day, Catherine got
to work early and finished her paperwork. She headed to Joe’s office
with some completed files. She walked in as he was finishing a phone
conversation. “Joe, here are the files
you needed. I have some leg work to do, so I’m heading out early. I’ll
see you Monday.” Joe nodded. “Yeah, okay.
Um...hey...how was the concert?” Catherine’s eyes danced as
she grinned. “Wonderful.” “Yeah, right! It rained,
you know?!” Catherine laughed. “Yeah,
we got caught in it!” Joe hoped that maybe her
date had been cancelled. He groaned. “Oh, so you got soaked.” “We did! It was great. I
have always wanted to run barefoot in the park in the rain with someone
I love.” Joe gasped in surprise.
“Love?!” Catherine realized what she
said and reined in her emotions and minimized the night. “All girls
dream of it, you know - knight in shining armor stuff.” Joe laughed. “I bet your
knight didn’t have an umbrella. Hopefully, he at least offered you his
coat.” Catherine laughed and
rolled her eyes. “Actually, he did offer me his cloak.” “Cloak? I suppose it
billows out behind him when he walks and catches the breeze?!”
“Good one, Radcliffe! Get
out of here!” They both laughed, but for
very different reasons.
***************************** Catherine went back down to
where the drug addicts hung out. She looked at the faces of the men as
she walked past person after person. After checking what seemed like
hundreds of faces, she came up with an idea. “Rolley!” People groaned as
she shouted loudly. “Rolley!”
Catherine followed the
voice and circled around a dumpster. A black man was propped up against
the dumpster with a bottle hidden in a brown paper sack. Catherine dug in her
pockets for a bill. She waved it in front of the guy. “You know where he
is?” The man eyed the money. “He
comes here later, after it gets dark.” “Are you telling me the
truth?” The man nodded. “Yep. He
sleeps over there...” he pointed to a cardboard box, “…every night.
Sometimes he lets me sleep in there if it’s really cold.” Catherine sighed and handed
him the money, and watched as he got up and staggered towards the
street. She sighed and decided to go home and come back later. She
wanted to see Rolley and talk to him for herself. *************************** Catherine stopped off and
got herself a light meal. She ate then headed home and changed into some
old sweats and a warm coat. She looked up at the clock and grabbed her
gun, then headed out about an hour before dark. She made her way back to
the area where the guy said Rolley stayed. She was grateful to find he
was already there. She came and stood in front
of him. “Rolley?” He knew the voice and
looked up warily. “Lady...I don’t want to see him!” Catherine shrugged. “I just
wondered if you still have the other half of my money.” Rolley nodded. “Yeah, I got
it.” “Would you like to earn the
other half?” Rolley looked at her
curiously but with a hint of suspicion. “Yeah, I want it.” Catherine nodded. “Then you
have to come with me. I’ll buy you dinner. Just you and me. There’s a
diner about two blocks away.” Rolley nodded. “I know the
one.” “It’s warm there and they
have decent food. You won’t have to spend your money on food.” “And all I have to do is
eat with you to get the money?” Catherine nodded. “Yep. The
whole meal, though. No skipping out!” Rolley stood and nodded.
Catherine turned and led the way to the diner. They entered and the
waitress wrinkled her nose at Rolley. Catherine stood in front of him.
“He’s with me.” The waitress shrugged and
Catherine walked to a secluded table in the back. She pointed to the
bathrooms. “Rolley, I’m going to wash my hands before I eat. The men’s
bathroom is right next to mine.” Rolley nodded. “Yeah, I see
it.” They threaded their way
through the tables and went into their respective bathrooms. Catherine
came out first and headed to her table. She looked worriedly at the
men’s bathroom door then sat back with relief when, ten minutes later,
Rolley came out. He sat down and she blinked
in surprise at him. He had not only scrubbed his hands clean but also
his face and neck. The waitress gave them a few more minutes then came
over to take their order. Catherine smiled. “I’ll
have the chicken noodle soup and a salad with French dressing, please.” “And to drink?” Catherine sighed. “Coffee
for me. Rolley, do you want coffee?” The waitress looked over at
Rolley, who nodded then stared at the menu. Catherine knew he probably
didn’t know what to order. “Rolley, why don’t you have
a soup and salad then order the meatloaf, maybe some mashed potatoes and
gravy, and corn or green beans?” Rolley looked at her
hopefully. “Corn.” Catherine smiled. “Corn, it
is.” She looked up at the waitress who nodded then left, only to return
with two mugs of coffee. Rolley looked at Catherine.
“Lady, why are you doing this?” Catherine clasped her hands
together on the table in front of them and looked at him pointedly.
“Because of Vincent. I love him, Rolley. I don’t want to see him
unhappy. Seeing you last night in this condition makes him unhappy.” Rolley shrugged. “I didn’t
ask him to see me.” “No, but he did see you,
Rolley, Vincent as well as the rest of the people Below...love you. They
want to help you.” “I don’t deserve no help.” The waitress came and
dropped off the soup and salad. Catherine waited until she
left before she began. “That’s not true. You have to believe that you’re
worthy of their love.” Rolley started to eat his
soup slowly. Catherine let it drop. She didn’t want to ruin his only
meal. After they ate their salad,
Catherine sat back against the booth. She pushed her hair back behind
her hair. “Rolley, can you see this scar?” He looked up, frowned and
nodded. “You know how I got it?” He
shrugged, and Catherine told him. “I was attacked and dumped in the
park. Vincent found me and took me Below. Father stitched me up and
saved my life, but the rest of the community gave me my life
back.” He cocked his head
curiously at her and she nodded. “It’s true. They gave me a chance at
the kind of life that I wanted to live but had just been unable to get.
Vincent has been there for me every step of the way. His strength and
spirit are remarkable.” The waitress came again
with Rolley’s platter. Catherine smiled and watched as he dug into the
food. She, again, let him enjoy his meal. When he finished, she caught
his eye again. “I fell in love with
Vincent over the past year or so, and there are so many times that I
wished I could be more for him. I feel...inadequate...sometimes. Like
I’m not worthy of his love. Then...he says or does something that makes
me feel so special and so loved, and I feel like I can just bask in the
glow he’s created.” Rolley sat back and stared
at her as she continued. Catherine dug out her business card. “Rolley,
you can experience that same feeling. If you ever decide you want help
and to get out of this mess...you call me. I promise I’ll help in any
way I can. I have the money and the means to get you whatever help you
need, if you’re willing to put in the work.” He shook his head in
disbelief. “You’d do all this for me just because you love Vincent?” Catherine shook her head.
“No, because Vincent loves you.” She reached into her purse
and handed him the other half of the torn bill. “You earned it. Promise
me you’ll think about what I said?” He stood and took the
money. “I’ll think about it.” He turned and left the
restaurant. Catherine sighed and waited for the check then headed home.
********************************* She walked into her lobby
and stared at the elevator. She impulsively decided to head Below and
share her news. She made her way through
the tunnels and stopped often to visit with various people. It seemed
like the tunnels were especially busy tonight, and Catherine visited
with so many people she lost count. After an hour, she finally
walked into the library. Father looked up and
smiled. “Catherine!” “Hello, Father.” He frowned. “Um...Vincent
and a work crew are spending the night in one of the lower tunnels.
They’re trying to finish some new chambers.” She shook her head. “That’s
okay, he wasn’t expecting me. I just came down to...” Her voice trailed off and
Father could see that something was troubling her. He moved aside some
books and pointed at a chair. “Well, now that you’re here, perhaps you’d
like to visit with me instead?” Catherine sat and Father
poured her a cup of tea. He looked at her curiously as she stood and
started to pace the room. He shook his head and grumbled humorously.
“This proves they’re spending too much time together!” Catherine turned at his
voice. “Hmmm?” He looked at her and patted
the table. “Tell me.” Catherine smiled and sat
back down. “After the concert the other night, Vincent walked me home.
Afterwards, he went Above for a walk and saw a man that used to live
Below when he was a boy.” Father frowned and shook
his head. “He didn’t mention it. Did he say who it was?” “Rolley.” “Rolley!” Father leaned
forward in his seat. “Go on.” “Rolley ran from him but
Vincent wanted to speak with him. He came to ask for my help, and we
went to the homeless shelter. I went inside and convinced Rolley to talk
to Vincent, but he took one look at Vincent and ran from us. Vincent
followed him, and when they caught up to each other, Rolley explained
what happened to the music teacher. He blames himself for her death, but
I believe him when he says it wasn’t his fault!” Father nodded. “I didn’t
think so. So where has Rolley been all this time?” Catherine sighed. “On the
streets. He’s an addict.”
Catherine nodded. “I went
back today to see if I could find Rolley...to talk to him. When we had
lunch, I saw the track marks on his arms and in between his fingers.” “Does Vincent know?” Catherine shrugged. “I
think he knows he uses drugs. I’m not sure if he realized Rolley was
this bad.” Father shook his head.
“Vincent seemed especially quiet today before he left. I thought maybe
he was just tired. What did he say to Rolley?” “Only that your world is
still there if he needs it. That there is a piano waiting for Rolley to
return.” Father smirked. “He could
play like an angel sent by God. He was only a young boy when he came
Below.” “After work, I headed out
to find Rolley again today. I offered him the other half of the money
from yesterday if he went out to eat with me.” Father looked at her
incredulously. “You paid him to talk to Vincent?”
Father chuckled. “Children
try to lie to me all day long. You, young lady, are out of practice! How
much is a little?” “Half of a hundred.” “You gave Rolley $50
dollars to talk to Vincent?!” “No, I gave him half of a
$100 dollar bill. He got the other half after he talked to me tonight.” Father nodded respectfully.
“Good idea!” Catherine smiled. “My
friend, Isaac, taught me that trick when we were looking for Vincent
near Broome Street.” Father shook his head with
amusement. “I guess it’s a good trick to have.” They laughed together until
Father grew serious again. “Can I ask what you said to Rolley?” “I told him the truth. That
he’s well loved, and that there are people Below that want him in their
lives. I offered to help him go through rehab if he needed it. I gave
him my card and told him to contact me when he was ready.” “That’s very generous of
you, Catherine.” “Thank you. I wanted to
tell Vincent that I saw Rolley again....that there’s still some hope
that he’ll reach out for help.” Father sighed in
resignation. “So many addicts go back to their same lifestyle once
they’re released. Recovery is a long hard road, even in ideal
conditions.” Catherine nodded in
agreement. “I know. I helped a young man not too long ago and he slipped
twice before he finally stuck with the program.” “Did he have family
around?” “Yeah, he has a younger
brother and his grandmother.” “Rolley has no one; he’s
alone.” “That’s not true, Father.
He has a whole world of people who I know would help...if only he would
ask. He also has something that no one else in recovery has. He has
Vincent!” Father nodded. “That much
is true. Well, Vincent will be home sometime late tomorrow...Sunday
morning at the latest.” With a teasing smile he looked at her. “I can’t
imagine him missing a Sunday with you.” Catherine blushed again. “I
have enjoyed these past few weeks!” “Oh, how was the concert
last night?” “Oh, Father! It was
wonderful. The spot Vincent found is perfect. It’s just under the first
row and you can hear everything!” He smiled at her ability to
enjoy the little things his world provided. He frowned. “One of the
children said it rained last night. Did you get wet?” Catherine squealed with
delight. “Absolutely soaked!” Father groaned aloud. “Oh,
no! I’m sorry your night was spoiled.” “It wasn’t spoiled! The
concert was over before the first flash of lightning. I told Vincent I
had always wanted to run barefoot in the park in the pouring rain with
someone I love. Last night was the next best thing.” Father quietly looked down
at his hands. “You truly love my son, don’t you?” Catherine touched his hands
and he looked up into her eyes. “With all my heart, Father.” He lowered his head. “There
are times when I’m thankful that you are in his life, and there are
times that I’m so afraid...for both of you.” Catherine looked at him
quizzically. “What do mean?” Father waved his hand
dismissively. “Never mind. I’m just an old fool who’s tired.” Catherine took the hint.
“It’s late, I’ll head up. I just wanted to deliver the news about
Rolley.” “Yes, well...thank you.” “Good night, Father.” “Good night, Cathy.”
******************************* The next morning, Catherine
got up early and looked at her calendar. “The holidays will be here
before you know it!” She looked around at her
empty apartment and for the first time wanted to decorate it for
Christmas. “What if I can get Vincent to come in one night? I wonder if
I could sneak mistletoe above a doorway.” She got dressed and headed
to a store to purchase lights and tinsel and mistletoe and bells and
anything else she could find. Four hours later, she was
loaded down with packages as she headed home. She ran out to her balcony
first. This was the first place Vincent would see when he came here. She
looked around critically and decided to keep it simple - lights in the
windows, maybe some garland around the railing, a poinsettia on the
table top, and mistletoe above both sets of doors. Catherine cleaned as she
went along, and soon enough the balcony was decorated, as well as a few
angels displayed in her bedroom and some Santas in her living room. A delivery boy came an hour
later and set up a small tree in the corner of her living area.
Catherine put lights on it and decorated it with beautiful ribbons and
small antique ornaments she found in a shop. She worked the rest of the
day and ordered take out. After she ate, she headed for a long luxurious
bath. She soaked until the water turned cool then she put on warm
pajamas and settled down in front of the fire. The apartment smelled fresh
and clean and the lights from the tree lit up the darkness and gave it a
cheery glow. Catherine smiled wondering what Vincent’s reaction would be
to the decorations. An hour of reading had her
exhausted, and she headed to bed.
******************************* Below, an exhausted Vincent
made his way to the library. He called out in the empty
room, “Father!” Father appeared from inside
his chamber. “Vincent, it’s so late I thought you’d come back tomorrow
morning.” “We finished the chambers.
There are four extra guest rooms for Winterfest. Kanin wanted to get
home to Olivia, and Matthew to Rebecca, so we decided we could haul
furniture in a few days.” “That’s fine, Vincent.
Everyone can rest up and start fresh.” “Yes.” Vincent turned to leave and
Father called him back. “Catherine stopped by last night.” Vincent looked up in alarm.
“Is everything all right?” “Yes, yes, I’m sorry to
worry you. She told me about Rolley.” Vincent looked down
dejectedly. “Yes, I wanted to tell you before I left but there was no
time.” “Catherine told me. She
also wanted you to know she went back the next day to find him. They
went out for dinner and Catherine offered to help him get through his
addiction.” “Recovery is a long
process.” “She knows that, Vincent,
and still wants to help. She gave Rolley her card and told him to
contact her when he’s ready. She wanted you to know that there’s still
hope.” Vincent was so tired he was
swaying on his feet. “That is good news.” Father pointed. “Yes, now
you...off to bed. You want to be rested when Catherine comes Below
tomorrow.” “Good night, Father.” “Good night, son.”
**************************** The next morning, Catherine
headed Below later than usual. She walked into Vincent’s chamber just as
he was putting on a second shirt. She thought to herself,
“Late by a few minutes, damn!” She looked up and smiled at him.
“Good morning. I wasn’t sure you would be here.” He was embarrassed to be
caught dressing in front of her. “We came home late last night. I’m
sorry, I should have been there to meet you but I
just woke up.” He tried to smooth down his
hair as she waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t be silly. I know my way
here. You must have needed the rest.” She walked over to his
dresser and grabbed a brush. She turned and indicated a seat. “Sit.” Vincent eyed her curiously
but followed her request. He gasped when he felt her touch the brush to
his hair. “Catherine, I can brush...” She interrupted him. “I
know, but this is much more fun, isn’t it?” He grew silent. His body
fought against him and he sighed as he enjoyed her light touch.
Catherine made quick work of his messy hair. Father walked in just as
she was finishing. “Oh! Um...sorry...I didn’t mean to disturb...” Vincent stood up guiltily.
“We were...um...” He fell silent and
Catherine walked around him and smiled at Father as she finished
Vincent’s sentence. “…going to breakfast. Would you like to go with us?” Father was relieved at the
change in conversation. “Yes. I was unaware you were here already and
was headed to ask Vincent the same thing.” Catherine took his arm and
looked back at Vincent. “Father can escort me if you need to finish
getting ready.” She turned and let Father
lead her. Vincent quickly threw on his shoes and caught easily up to
them. At breakfast, Vincent
turned to Catherine. “Father told me what you did for Rolley.” He bowed
his head graciously. “Thank you.” Catherine nodded. “I wanted
to tell him all the things that he wouldn’t let you say to him. He
listened. I’m glad. I think it worked.” Vincent nodded. “We can
only hope.” Catherine reached out and
squeezed his hand with reassurance. “There’s still hope.” The End |