I jumped up, glancing out the window to check for any signs of danger before wrapping myself in my robe and rushing downstairs. Travis was standing in the center of the living room, toe-to-toe with Trenton. Shepley was standing between them, his hands flat against their chests.
“What the hell?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.
Travis immediately relaxed and took a step back, letting Shepley stand between him and his brother.
Trenton watched me for a moment and then frowned, looking up at his bigger little brother. “I’ll be right back.”
Travis pointed at the floor. “I said no one leaves the house. That means no one, Trenton, Goddamn it! You shouldn’t have let her leave in the first place.”
“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Trenton snapped.
Travis tried to stay calm. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“What have I done?” Trenton said, taking a step toward Travis. “You seem to know more than the rest of us. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
Travis sighed, frustrated. He wasn’t allowed to say anything until Liis called the next day. “You stay here. One of the agents will pick her up from work.”
“I’m not sending a stranger to pick up my wife,” Trenton spat. “You wouldn’t, either.”
“Trent, you can’t go out there.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t,” Travis said.
America padded down the stairs, flinching from the dim lighting offered from the lamps in the living room. She hooked her arm around mine, waiting to hear more in hopes of understanding what was going on. The brothers hadn’t argued in years, certainly not like this. It was unsettling, and I could see they were both upset about being on opposite sides of a disagreement.
“I’m going,” Trenton said.
Travis went to grab his arm, but Shepley stopped him. He communicated with his eyes what we all knew. If Travis attempted to physically stop Trenton from leaving to pick up Camille, there would be a brawl in the living room.
“Trent,” Shepley said, following him down the hall. America followed him.
Travis was breathing hard through his nose and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to release the negative energy. It reminded me of the way he behaved just before a fight.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, touching his shoulder. “He doesn’t understand you’re just trying to keep him safe.”
Travis was glaring at the hallway, listening to Shepley try to persuade him to stay. “If he’d just trust me for once. Stubborn motherfucker.”
“He trusts you,” I said. “He’s thinking about Camille.”
Travis’s shoulders relaxed, and he reached back to touch my belly. “We have to think about everyone.”
“Let Shepley and Mare talk to him.”
Travis rubbed the back of his neck and began to pace, waiting for his cousin and my best friend to talk sense into his brother. I had planned for broken hearts and tears. I even assumed there would be anger once we came clean about the lies; even when we explained it was the only way to buy time while keeping everyone safe. I wasn’t prepared for the brothers to turn on each other.
CHAPTER TWELVE
AMERICA
SHEPLEY FLATTENED HIS HAND against the door, begging Trenton with his eyes not to take it further. Jim, Jack and Deana, and the kids were still asleep, although I wasn’t sure how with all the loud whispering. The lamp in the living room was the only light on in the house, and the air conditioner had just kicked on, drowning out the crickets whose chirping was just announcing the arrival of summer.
At three a.m., there was no traffic outside and no headlights sliding across the wall, just the old bulb in the corner of the living room surrounded by a dirty white drum held up by a five-foot tall Lucite column with a brass base. The entire home looked frozen in 1980, except that it hadn’t frozen. Everything was worn, stained, tattered, or marred, mostly by the five boys who grew up here.
The light from the lamp didn’t quite reach the hallway, so we stood with Trenton in the dark.
“Shep, I love you, but get the fuck outta my way,” Trenton said. His dark form moved toward the door, but Shepley moved in front of him.
“C’mon, cousin. You’re going to punch me in front of my wife?”
Trenton frowned and then turned to me. “Turn around for a second, Mare.”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms.
Trenton sighed. “I have to pick up my wife from work. I have to leave now. I don’t want her to have to wait on me.”
“Agent Perkins can do it,” I said. “He can leave right now. He’s ready to go, standing in the kitchen, keys in hand.”
As Trenton became more agitated, I threw my arms around him and squeezed. “Our kids are here; your nephews and nieces. Your dad is here. Travis and Shepley can’t save everyone. We need you here, Trenton.”
“What if something happens to Camille?” he asked, conflicted.
“Do you think whoever the agents are protecting us from are going to hit The Red Door before the house? She doesn’t even work there anymore. Not technically,” Shepley said.
Trenton glared at my husband. “Would you leave it to a stranger to pick up your wife when we all know people are out there hunting us down?”
Shepley sighed, and his shoulders sank. “No.”
Trenton put his hand on the knob. “Then don’t ask something of me you couldn’t do yourself.”
Just as he opened the door, an agent standing on the porch turned to stand in the way. He wore a suit like the other two agents, but he was much bigger. “I’m going to have to ask you remain inside the home, sir.”
Trenton looked up at the agent, and then back at us and over my shoulder. I turned to see Travis standing at the end of the hall.
“What the fuck is this?” Trenton asked.
“That’s Agent Blevins,” Travis said, smug.
“Why are you asking him?” Shepley asked. “Travis is just as clueless as the rest of us.”
Trenton’s brow furrowed, and he lifted one hand to point four fingers at Travis. “He knows all of their names. Do you happen to know all the names of everyone who works at the FBI, Shep, because I sure as shit don’t.”
“What are you trying to say?” Shepley asked.