Soldier's Promise. Cindi MyersЧитать онлайн книгу.
his eyes.
“Of course she’s happy.” Phoenix stroked her daughter’s hand. “You love it here, don’t you, dear?”
Sophie nodded, though she still didn’t look up. Carmen swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. She had to fight to keep from ordering Metwater to take his hands off the girl. The muscles bunched along Jake’s jaw as he glared at the Prophet.
Metwater met the glare with a challenging look of his own. “Your mother and sister are well cared for here,” he said. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Carmen wasn’t so sure about that. She couldn’t decide whether Daniel Metwater or Jake Lohmiller was likely to cause the most trouble.
Jake glared at Metwater. “Get your hands off my sister,” he said, and there was no mistaking the menace behind his words.
“Sophie doesn’t mind, does she?” Metwater snuggled the girl closer.
“Get your hands off her, or I’ll break them off!”
“Jake!” Phoenix grabbed his arm. “That’s no way to talk to a holy man.”
“There’s nothing holy about the way he’s holding Sophie.”
Phoenix sent her daughter a worried look. “Maybe Sophie should leave us now,” she said.
Metwater unwrapped his arms from around the girl. “You may go now, daughter,” he said.
Sophie ran from the room without looking at any of them. A moment later, the door to the motor home slammed behind her.
Phoenix turned to Jake. “Now look what you’ve done,” she said.
“What I’ve done?” Jake stood. “This charlatan has pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes. Can’t you see this is no place for a child? This is no place for you.”
“Enough.” Metwater clapped his hands together. “You may not come into my home and insult me this way.”
Jake took a step toward the Prophet, fists clenched. Carmen had seen enough. She moved forward and took his arm. “Come with me,” she said softly. “We’ll figure something out.”
“You’re not welcome in my home or my Family’s home,” Metwater said. “Leave, and don’t come back.”
The guard stepped forward and took Jake’s other arm. His muscles tensed beneath Carmen’s hand, but she held on, even as he shook off the guard. “I’m leaving,” he said. “But this isn’t the last you’ve seen of me.”
Jake wrenched from Carmen’s grasp and stalked out of the room. She started after him, but Metwater’s voice stopped her. “How do you know this man?” he asked.
“I don’t,” she said. “He approached me while we were out gathering fruit. He told me he was Phoenix’s son and that he wanted to see her. Then Sophie ran up and told us her mother had collapsed.”
“It was just too much sun,” Phoenix protested. “I’m fine.” She looked to Metwater. “Jake always did have a hot temper, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s a good boy. He was just worried about me, that’s all.”
Metwater kept his gaze fixed on Carmen. He had dark, piercing eyes that dared you to blink first. “I don’t want you associating with him,” he said. “He strikes me as dangerous.”
Carmen nodded. Not that she was agreeing with Metwater, but she was anxious to get out of the motor home and find Jake before he caused any more trouble.
“You may go now,” Metwater said.
She ground her teeth together. Reminding him she didn’t need his permission to walk away wouldn’t fit with her cover of the new, meek disciple. She kept her head down until she was out of the RV, then looked around for Jake.
She spotted him with Starfall and another woman, Sarah, outside a lean-to that served as the camp’s communal kitchen. “We were just telling Soldier Boy here that we could use a man like him around,” Starfall said. She gave Jake an appreciative once-over.
“Your Prophet doesn’t agree,” Jake said.
“He doesn’t like people who disagree with him,” Sarah said. When the others looked at her, she flushed. “But it’s his camp, so I guess he gets to make the rules.”
“Phoenix never let on she had a good-looking son like you,” Starfall said, looking Jake up and down.
“She doesn’t talk about her past,” Sarah said. “Most people here don’t.”
“They don’t,” Starfall agreed. She turned to Carmen. “For instance, we don’t know anything about Carmen here, except that she heard the Prophet at a rally in Grand Junction and fell in love with his teachings.”
“There’s nothing to know,” Carmen said. She touched Jake’s arm. “Where is Sophie?”
“I don’t know.” He frowned. “I need to find her.”
“She’s probably at Phoenix’s trailer,” Starfall said. “You know teenagers. They’re always in a snit about something.”
“I’ll take you there,” Carmen said.
Jake followed her away from the two women. When they were out of earshot, Carmen said, “We have to hurry. Metwater will send someone to make sure you left camp, and Starfall will probably tell them where you went.”
“Does everyone here do what Metwater tells them to do?” he asked.
“That’s part of the deal when you join up with his Family,” she said. “You turn over all your worldly goods to him and agree to live by his rules.”
“You did that?” he asked.
“No. I’m still on probation. I get to hang around for a couple of weeks and decide if this is what I really want.”
Jake looked around them. Women and children were everywhere, along with a handful of men. Everyone was young and attractive. “I don’t get it,” he said. “What do people see in this kind of life?”
“They’re unhappy and looking for something,” she said. “Some meaning or purpose. They want to be part of a special group and feel special themselves. Metwater promises that.”
His eyes, as intense as the Prophet’s, met hers, but with a warmth she had never found in Metwater’s gaze. “What does he get out of it?” he asked.
“All their property, for one thing, though for most of them that’s just a little cash and maybe a vehicle. A lot of adoration and ego strokes. Power.”
“And nothing he’s doing is against the law?”
She shrugged. “As long as the people involved are competent adults and they hand over everything willingly, there’s not a lot we can do.”
“Which brings me back to my original question,” he said. “Why are you here?”
She glanced around, as much to buy time to formulate her answer as to make sure they couldn’t be overheard. “There are a lot of women and children here. We want to make sure there’s no abuse involved.”
He stiffened. “Have there been reports of abuse? Rumors?”
“No.” She pressed her lips together. “It just seems the potential is there. We wanted to be sure.”
“We being what organization? Child Protective Services?”
“No. The CPS is satisfied that everything is fine here.” He had already pegged her as a cop—her refusal to acknowledge that hadn’t changed his mind. Maybe it was better to let him