[Quinn 04] - The Silenced

He reached out and put a hand on the body. Only it wasn’t a body at all.

It was the trunk of a tree. This must have been what they had hit. If he had been going slower, he would have seen it and steered the boat around it. If he’d listened to his sister, they’d still be on their way to the marina now.

Jake threw an arm over the log, panting. What have I done?

As the full weight of the crash began to descend on him, he realized how cold the water was. Perhaps that was a blessing. He would die out here, too, and not have to face his parents, his father.

“Jake!”

Jake’s head snapped up. The voice was distant, weak. He looked in the direction from which it had come, but saw nothing.

“Jake!”

The boat. It was somewhere over by the boat.

He pushed off the log and began swimming again, all thoughts of the cold temporarily forgotten. As he neared the upside-down vessel, he stopped for a moment and yelled, “Liz!”

“Jake!” The voice was beyond the boat, but much closer now.

He swam around the end.

“Jake! Over here.”

Another thirty feet beyond the boat was a rectangle of bright orange. A life vest. Liz.

When he reached her, she grabbed on to him, and they both went under for a moment. Jake pulled her loose, then told her, “Just hold on to my hand. I’ll pull you over to the boat.”

“I thought you were dead,” she said as they moved through the cold water.

“Of course I’m not dead.” He forced a smile. “I’d never do that to you.”

When they reached the boat, Jake tried to flip it back over, but was too weak, so he grabbed on and used it as a float. He tucked Liz up against his chest, his other arm around her.

“I’m scared,” she said, her voice shaking with cold.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here. I’ll never let anything hurt you again.”

She was silent for a moment. “Promise …”

“Promise. I’ll never let anything hurt you again.” Then he repeated it, and repeated it again, and again, and again.

He didn’t even hear the other boat approach, two fishermen who had seen the crash from a distance and had come to help.

Exposure kept them in the hospital, Jake for a day and Liz for two. By the time she got home, he was gone.

The day he’d come home from the hospital, Jake had found his father in the barn. He knew this moment was coming. He might have been able to avoid it for a little longer, but in reality he couldn’t do that. He had made his decision and needed to act now. His father looked up at him, then back at whatever it was he was working on without saying a word. Jake wished his father would just yell at him, show some kind of reaction, but ever since the accident, his father hadn’t even spoken to him.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said because he could suddenly think of nothing better to say. He took a step closer to the bench. “It was my fault.”

A grunt.

When Jake didn’t say anything else, his father finally set down the wrench he was holding and looked at his stepson. “What are you expecting from me?” he asked. “Forgiveness? You’re going to have to wait a hell of a long time.”

“No,” Jake said. “I don’t expect that. I … I just came to say …”

“What? That you didn’t mean to almost kill my daughter? That you didn’t mean to kill …” He turned back to the bench. “Just leave me alone. Just go.”

Jake didn’t move. “That’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m going.”

“Good.”

“No. I mean I’m leaving.”

His father looked at him again, but said nothing.

“I’m not coming back.”

The stare continued, then a nod. “I think maybe that would be for the best. Have you told your mother?”

“I’m going to leave her a note.”

His father grimaced, but he didn’t argue the point.

“I’ll … I’ll call Liz in a week or so,” Jake said, “and explain it to her.”

“Explain what to her, Jake?” His father shook his head. “I think it’s better if you just leave her alone. You’ve already taken a brother from her, and nearly drowned her. I think it’s best if you let her live her own life now. She doesn’t need you.”

Jake left the barn without another word, and did exactly that.

THEY DECIDED TO WATCH THE HOTEL ROOM IN shifts, Mikhail going first. Petra, in the meantime, would pick up where they’d left off with the Russian immigrant community. She wanted to check something first, so she gave the cabbie the name of the street Wills’s office was on. There was the chance someone the Englishman had worked with might still be around. If so, Petra thought she might be able to isolate them and find out if he knew how to find Quinn or, even better, the Ghost.

But as the taxi drove by the building, she realized that she was out of luck.

“At the corner all right, ma’am?” her driver asked, the taxi already slowing.

“No,” Petra said. “I’ve changed my mind. Take me to Oxford Circus.”

The cab picked up speed. If the driver was at all curious about the change in direction, he didn’t look it.