Ashes and Bone (2 page)

“I’m coming to see you too. I’ve just got to work on something while I’m there.”

She didn’t believe him. “See me is an afterthought.”

“That’s not true. You’re always on my mind.”

A familiar irritation prodded her. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument. When Nick caught a good story as a reporter for the Jackson Clarion Ledger, he latched on with the ferocity of a starving dog. Jaymee could tell he was sinking his teeth in again.

“How much will I actually see you?”

“Nearly the whole time.” His words sounded clipped. “Are we going to do this now, while I’m driving in a storm?”

Except he’d just said it wasn’t raining. She stowed that thought and went for a nastier remark. “I’m tired of being the weekend girlfriend. And now you’re bringing work too.”

“This is different, Jaymee.”

Right. It wasn’t the story Nick loved—it was the adrenaline rush of the chase, and that rush cost him his first marriage. Jaymee wasn’t sure he’d ever kick his addiction. And every time he started a new story, every time he had to reschedule a visit, Jaymee wondered if he even wanted to kick it.

Another round of thunder echoed over the line.
He’s right. Now isn’t the time for this conversation.

“Fine. We’ll talk about everything when you get here. What are you working on?” She tried to keep her tone light, but she heard the edge. She braced herself for Nick’s retort.

“I can’t really talk about it over the phone, but I really want to discuss it with you.” He spoke with an urgency that dispelled her frustration. “I need your advice before I go any further with it.”

The fine hairs on the back of her neck prickled against a layer of dried sweat. “That doesn’t sound good. Does it have to do with anyone I know?”

“Not over the phone, honey.
Shit
.”

Worry pulsed through her. “What?”

“The lightning is bad, and the wind is really kicking up. I’m all over the road. I should go.”

“All right.” What the hell was he thinking, running down here with the storm coming? Was the story that big? “Be careful, please. Pull off if you need to.”

“I will.” Another crack of thunder from Nick’s phone. “Listen, I love you.”

The phone clicked off.

Bitter-tasting panic welled in her throat. She swallowed it down. Nick would be fine.

Mother Nature’s biological clock must be screwed up
. Jaymee dug out her weather radio from beneath the bed.
It’s too early in the season for storms.
But this one sounded really bad, and from the increasing rumble and the nasty-looking sky, Roselea was in for it.

She turned on the radio, hoping the batteries were still good, and braced herself for the disembodied voice.

“A derecho struck Jackson at 12:09 p.m. and caused major damage to the city. The storm is producing winds up to ninety miles an hour along with severe thunderstorms. The storm is headed southwest and was spotted in Port Gibson ten minutes ago. We advise residents in Fayette, Roselea, and Natchez to take cover in a basement or shelter. To repeat…”

Jaymee’s stomach turned upside down. Derechos were the big daddies of storms, with straight-line winds and storms mixing together to make a great, long snake. The last one to hit Mississippi in 1998 caused millions of dollars of damage in Roselea and Natchez.

She needed to call Dani. Her friend was most likely stuck alone at Ironwood while Cage worked. Jaymee should have been paying more attention to the sky instead of fighting with the stupid chifforobe. She would have had enough time to get to Ironwood so she, Dani, and Mutt could ride out the storm together.

God, I wish Nick were here.

Thunder rolled again, louder this time. She snatched the radio. “Mutt, let’s get downstairs.”

Her feet pounded on the hardwood, matching her racing heart, as she hurried down the steps. A mix of old family pictures Jaymee had discovered and newer pictures—happy moments in her repaired life—decorated the once barren walls along the winding spiral.

Her favorite had been taken just two months ago. She and Nick snuggled together underneath Magnolia’s porch roof, the sunlight illuminating the picture so their faces had a shimmery, angelic quality. Nick had asked her, more than once, to move to Jackson. And some days she considered it. But even though most of her memories before last year were unpleasant, her pride clung to Roselea. She finally had something good in this town, and she’d already made enough heartbreaking sacrifices in her life. Why should she have to walk away from what made her happy?

She needed to shake off the pity party. Right now she should be worrying about Nick making it to her in one piece.

He would. He had to. He’d be here in less than an hour.

She closed her eyes, thinking of his sandy hair with the fine, early grays spreading through it. She pictured the lustful look that always ignited in his eyes when she ran out of the house to meet him. Every time, she’d throw herself into his arms and breathe him in. For a while, the issues faded away, replaced by physical bliss. Hours of it, usually. That’s exactly what would happen today. The storm would pass.

A whining and nervous Mutt followed her as she paced the rooms. He stopped every so often to check the windows. Jaymee dialed Dani’s number, knowing she had to be petrified. She answered immediately. “I’m in your driveway!”

Christ.
Jaymee hurried to the door with Mutt at her heels. She flung open the door in time to see Dani racing from her truck toward the house.

“Have you heard what’s coming?” Dani’s eyes stared wide, pupils dilated. Her fair skin flushed more than normal, spotted with red. Mutt bolted past her to the mansion’s wide porch, his scraggily tail sticking straight out from his ass. He barked frantically at the northwest horizon.

“Yes, I had the radio on. I can’t believe you drove into town.”

“I couldn’t stay at the house alone.” Dani’s hands shook so hard her keys jingled in a cadence matching her rapid speech. “This sucker took out an oil rig in the Gulf this morning and did serious damage to Jackson. It’s headed right for us.”

“Nick’s on his way here, racing the storm.”

Beneath the panic spots, Dani’s porcelain skin paled. Jaymee secretly envied her fair complexion and strawberry blond hair, its brightness a perfect match for Dani’s sometimes larger-than-life personality.

“The weatherman thinks it’s losing some steam, but it’s still capable of major damage.” Dani’s trembling words came almost as fast as the speed of sound. Jaymee was mostly used to her northern accent, but Dani was still hard to understand when she got excited. “And Jaymee, when I pulled up, the National Weather Service reported a small tornado off Highway 84 near Fayette.”

Jaymee’s knees went weak. “Nick always takes that route.”

T
hunder boomed louder
now, its force rattling the pictures on the walls. Then the wind attacked, a steady whoosh in the trees. She and Dani stood at the northwest window, watching as the live oak’s moss-covered limbs gracefully stretched, as though the old tree were greeting its dancing partner. The dance turned sinister. The whoosh flashed into a guttural groan, and the oak’s limbs flexed into a nearly impossible twist. A second later, the smallest limb ripped off and careened out of sight.

Mutt’s rapid fire barking brought Jaymee and Dani out onto the porch. The sight left Jaymee breathless and terrified. The distant wall of clouds she’d noticed less than half an hour ago was closing fast. Instead of normal thundercloud, the derecho consisted of three shelf-like layers, an ugly mixture of dark green and gray, each layer darker than the next. The bottom shelf was colored sooty black, like a pair of shoes dragged through a fireplace. Behind the clouds, she saw strikes of lightning, angry and fast. The wall stretched across the entire northern horizon, and as the women stood paralyzed, the wind doubled its velocity.

“Shit.” Jaymee held tightly to the railing to brace against the wind, the weather radio tucked underneath her arm. The air smelled of dust and earth. “Nick said it wasn’t raining. He still had visibility.” The storm seemed to swell, mocking her.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Dani spoke loudly over nature’s anger. “I was going to go home, but I’m too chickenshit. It was all I could do to drive here.”

“Ironwood is northeast of town.” Jaymee tried to focus on comforting her friend. She hated storms. Always had. And living in the trailer park had only intensified that fear. The clouds closed in, wrapping around the heart of town, contorted and menacing. “This looks like it’s moving southwest. Maybe it’s not big enough to do much to the plantations. Where’s Cage?”

“Working. He was headed into the station. And I can’t protect the house from a storm.” Dani added the last sentence in a small voice, as though reassuring herself she wasn’t doing Ironwood an injustice.

Jaymee switched the radio back on, trying to swallow her building panic.

“
The National Weather Service has issued a warning for the cities of Roselea and Natchez. The windstorm is producing gusts up to ninety miles an hour. All Adams County residents need to take cover immediately.”

“Oh God!” Dani’s voice rose to a shrill scream. “That thing is going to swallow everything in its path.”

A weather siren started screeching, followed by a car alarm. Panic fanned its way through Jaymee. Nick drove an economy-sized car. Good for gas mileage, he always said. Especially on his sojourns to visit her.

A vision of his helpless, little car being sucked into the eye of the approaching colossus flashed in her head. Jaymee bit the inside of her mouth. The pain gave her focus. “I’ve got to call Nick. Mutt, come on.”

The dog obeyed her harsh voice, and they hurried into the house just as another blast of wind rushed by.

“He’s not answering.” She felt frozen, watching Dani rifle through her kitchen for flashlights. All at once, as though God himself had flipped a switch, the remaining murky daylight evaporated, draping the house in gloomy gray. Mutt’s barking turned frantic, and he raced to the tall windows on the side of the house. Jaymee and Dani followed. Black and swelled with power, the storm enveloped Roselea as if the town were no more than a speck that needed to be flicked away. Jaymee hurriedly turned on the light.

“I don’t see any funnels,” Dani said.

“Derechos make downbursts,” Jaymee said. “Straight-line winds. They can be just as bad. Jesus
Christ
, Nick’s out there.” She moved toward the door, but her steps stalled. What could she do? She couldn’t fight the weather. She couldn’t protect Nick any more than Dani could protect Ironwood.

Another loud crack, this time sounding as though a giant had slammed the house with its mammoth hammer. The live oak’s largest waving branch snapped and flew down the drive, skidding to a stop against the base of the magnolia tree. The noise of the wind pitched to an animalistic growl, eager to devour its prey.

“We’ve got to get to the basement.” Dani’s fingernails dug into Jaymee’s flesh as she pulled her away from the glass. With winds this high, the house’s windows could become murder weapons. Feet weighted down with concrete blocks of fear, Jaymee followed Dani into the kitchen.

“Flashlight in the bottom drawer. Candles and matches too.” A hollow pit grew in her stomach. She’d been hateful to Nick over the phone. Hadn’t been able to tell him she loved him.

He knew, though. Just as he knew she was unhappy with him, he knew she loved him enough to put up with it. Right?

Dani’s phone rang. She put it on speaker. “Cage, I’m at Magnolia. We’re heading to the basement. Where are you?”

“At the station, hunkering down. You guys all right?”

“Nick’s out there,” Jaymee said. “He’s heading in from Jackson. I talked to him forty minutes ago, and the storm was bad then.”

A beat of silence and then a close, angry smack of thunder followed by more wind, the giant’s roar of hot breath and wheezing lungs determined to blow the house down.

“You can’t help him now,” Cage said. “Get downstairs, and stay off the phone. Dad always said lightning could come in on those things. I don’t know about cells, but don’t take the risk.”

Dani ended the call just as another hard burst of wind howled and beat at the house. Glass shattered upstairs. The kitchen light vanished, along with the digital displays of the microwave and the stove.

“Mutt!” Jaymee screamed. “Come on!”

He rushed between them, already on the way to the basement door.

“Turn on the flashlight.” Jaymee grabbed Dani’s hand, threw open the basement door, and they followed Mutt.

The basement was more of a cellar, original to the house and still full of things Jaymee didn’t want to deal with. Her life had changed forever in this basement, and while she’d come to terms with most of it, the musty, earthen odor made her feel as though she were back in that terrible time.

Grabbing Mutt’s collar, she led them underneath the steps. The women dropped to their knees, and Mutt snuggled in front of them. Still clutching Dani’s clammy hand, she wrapped her free arm around Mutt and buried her face in his fur.

“He’ll be okay,” she whispered. “He has to.”

Groans and bangs and more glass breaking, accompanied by the steam engine howl of the wind, surrounded them. Jaymee had faced death before, but she’d been able to reason with her attacker, give herself a fighting chance. Now, she and everyone she loved were at the mercy of Mother Nature.

Shaking beside her, Dani squeezed her hand. “He will be. As soon as this eases, we’ll find him.”

Jaymee angled the light at her friend. “Cage will be pissed at us for taking off.”

Dani shrugged. “He’ll also be swamped with emergencies. And he’ll be so glad we’re okay he’ll get over it fast.” She held out her glowing phone. “Let’s see how long this thing takes to pass.”

Another gust of wind rattled the house to its foundation. Mutt whimpered and pressed himself against Jaymee.

“Of course,” Dani laughed weakly, “that’s if we have a vehicle left after this.”

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