“It’s me.”
“I figured you would call.” He went silent.
“I have a big problem,” I said.
“Yes, you do.”
“I gave you my word I would come back and face the murder charge. I wrapped everything up here and I’m ready to come in.”
“You’re no longer wanted for the kidnapping of Jonas Mabry,” he said. “He can no longer be a viable victim.”
“Our deal was for the murder charge.”
I put my head against the bathroom wall, closed my eyes, and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You’re still a person of interest in the abduction of a number of children and—”
“Been nice talking with you, Dan.”
“Bruno? Don’t come back.”
“I won’t. Thanks again.” I hung up.
While I waited for the counterfeit passports, Marie flew down to Costa Rica to help Dad with the other children and his medical treatments. Chulack knew I had Eddie, Elena and Sandy. I was now a person of interest for kidnapping and interstate flight. But based on the phone call with Chulack, they weren’t going to look too hard. It was easy to assume that if we stayed low and under the radar, the Feds would not chase us. Chulack knew the kids were in a better place.
In two weeks, as soon as the counterfeit passports came through, I planned to meet Marie along with Eddie, Elena, and Sandy in Costa Rica. Three plus seven equals ten.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
THE FIRST TWO YEARS
I had not been long out of high school, not long living away from home, and nothing more than a kid myself, when I responded to a real case that inspired The Replacements, which I first entitled The House That Bled. I experienced incidents—much worse—in those first few years. To this day, I don’t know if my emotional reactions and responses back then were normal. I had nothing for comparison. I do know that back in those early days, I pushed those terrible images into the far recesses of my mind, shoved them into a room, and locked them away. I never intended to take them out, turn them over, examine them. I never shared these particular stories with friends.
I cannot tell you exactly when the shift occurred because time compresses and changes memories, but as I’ve grown older, I’ve found I can no longer hide these images behind that locked door. They roll back on me, unbidden.
In those first years, I learned death did not play favorites. Brutal lessons came hard and were difficult to accept. I have five brothers and sisters; two were very young when I started my career. I saw in comparison how tender and vulnerable, and how fragile life could be when dealing with children.
Bruno Johnson is a fictional character who champions the rights of the innocent. While he is drawn from real-life experiences, in the Bruno Johnson novels, I have tried to instill the emotions, the sights and smells, the images that continue to haunt me.
David Putnam