Night Moves: Dream Man/After the Night by Linda Howard

“Why’d you hit me?” he whined, holding his jaw. “I ain’t done nothin’ to you. Whatever Renee and your pa done, it ain’t my fault!”
    “What’s all the yellin’ about?” came Jodie’s deliberately sultry voice, the one she put on whenever she was trying to entice a man. Faith looked toward the entrance to the lean-to, and her eyes widened with horror. Jodie posed against the doorframe, her uncombed reddish blond hair tossed back over her bare shoulders. She wore only a pair ofred lace panties, and demurely held the matching lace camisole so that it barely covered her breasts. She blinked at Gray with wide-eyed innocence so blatantly false that Faith cringed inside.
    Gray’s expression tightened with disgust as he glanced at her; his mouth curled and he deliberately turned his back. “I want you gone by nightfall,” he said to Amos, his voice steely. “You stink up our land, and I’m tired of smelling you.”
    “Leave?” Amos croaked. “You high-and-mighty bastard, you can’t make us leave. There’re laws—”
    “You don’t pay rent,” Gray said, a cold, deadly smile twisting his lips. “Eviction laws don’t apply to trespassers. Get out.” He turned and started toward the door.
    “Wait!” Amos cried. His panicked gaze darted around the room as if looking for inspiration. He licked his lips. “Don’t be so hasty. Maybe . . . maybe they just took a little trip. They’ll come back. Yeah, that’s right. Renee’ll be back, she didn’t have no reason to leave.”
    Gray gave a harsh bark of laughter, his contemptuous gaze moving around the room, taking in the mean interior of the shack. Someone, probably the youngest girl, had made an effort to keep it clean, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. Amos and the two boys, who were younger editions of their father, sullenly watched him. The older girl still lounged in the doorway trying to show him as much of her tits as she could without actually dropping that scrap of cloth. The little boy with Down’s syndrome was clinging to the younger girl’s legs and bawling. The girl was standing as if turned to stone, staring at him with huge, blank green eyes. Her dark red hair hung untidily around her shoulders, and her bare feet were dirty.
    Standing so close to him, Faith could read his expression, and she cringed inside as his gaze swept over the shack and its inhabitants, finally settling on her. He catalogued her life, her family, herself, and found it all worthless.
    “No reason to leave?” he sneered. “My God, as far as I can tell, she doesn’t have a reason to come back!”
    In the silence that followed, he stepped around Faith and shoved the screen door open. It banged against the side ofthe shack, then slammed shut. The Corvette’s engine roared to life, and a moment later Gray was gone. Faith stood frozen in the middle of the floor, with Scottie still clinging to her legs and crying. Her mind felt numb. She knew she needed to do something, but what? Gray had said they had to leave, and the enormity of it stunned her. Leave? Where would they go? She couldn’t make her mind start working. All she could do was lift her hand, which felt as heavy as lead, and smooth Scottie’s hair while saying, “It’s all right, it’s all right,” even though she knew it was a lie. Mama was gone, and it would never be all right again.

Four
    G ray managed to make it almost half a mile before the shaking became so hard that he had to stop the car. He leaned his head on the steering wheel and closed his eyes, trying to fight off the waves of panic. God, what was he going to do? He had never before been as scared as he was now.
    Bewildered pain filled him, and he felt like a child who runs to hide his face in his mother’s lap, much as that Devlin kid had tried to hide against his sister’s skinny legs. But he couldn’t go to Noelle; even when he had been a child, she’d pulled away from clinging little hands, and he’d learned to