Seek and Hide: A Novel (Haven Seekers) by Stevens Amanda G

Author:Stevens, Amanda G. [Stevens, Amanda G.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Christian, Dystopian, Speculative, Visionary, Resistance, Literary, Church Persecution, church, Persecution, Oppression, Futuristic
Publisher: David C. Cook
Published: 2014-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

27

Halfway across the closed garage toward Lee’s car outside, she stopped walking. The frosted slate of her eyes studied Marcus, not as a nurse’s patient, but as a reader’s book.

“Why is she still here?”

“She’s got nowhere else to go.”

Lee crossed her arms. “Family, friends, acquaintances? A hotel?”

“She’s got eleven dollars.”

Did Lee just roll her eyes?

Couldn’t have. “And yeah, I could give her money, but it’s safer—”

“I was not suggesting you give her money.”

“I can’t take her to Ohio. Not without her baby.”

“She doesn’t belong in this house.”

Where was this coming from? The chill of the garage seeped into him, and he crossed his arms. Now they both stood the same way, as if shielding against each other instead of the cold. “It’s my house. And I’m not putting her out in the street, if that’s what you want.”

“I’m merely pointing out the absurdity of an adult woman, a mother, so unable to deal with her problems that she’s willing to impose on a stranger.”

“She’s tried to leave twice. And offered to leave again last night.”

Lee flinched at the end of his sentence. The silence enveloped them until Marcus had no idea how to break it. Well, he had nothing to say, anyway. Lee was being ridiculous.

“You’re determined to do this,” Lee said. “Protect fellow Christians, even those you don’t know.”

He’d done hardly anything so far, but he nodded. No stopping now.

Her arms lowered to her sides. “All right. I can assist you.”

“No.” The word punched through his clenched teeth.

“Indirectly. I know someone with information. I’ll give you the means to contact him.”

“No.”

“Sam Stiles.”

“I said no.”

“He’s worked for the Constabulary nearly two years.”

“What are you doing?”

“He isn’t a field agent, Marcus.” Conviction edged into her voice. “He works in data management.”

The significance left a flashbulb impression in the flurry of Marcus’s thoughts. Every day, this man could get to information that Marcus could secure only when Jason Mayweather was too drunk to shut up. Not that it mattered. Lee wasn’t allowed to help him, even if she could shove a truth serum into Jason.

“Stop,” he said.

Her mouth hardened.

Marcus had stepped into the damp garage with hardly a nudge of energy left. Now his legs pumped, up and down the center line in the cement floor. Sam Stiles. He’d managed Lee’s inheritance since before it was hers. From financial adviser to Constabulary agent? Well, there were weirder things.

Lee’s eyes marked his repetitive path. “You don’t appear to be reconsidering.”

“No.”

“I expected you to credit God with this arrangement.”

He shook his head. “There’s no ‘arrangement.’”

“I’ve known him twelve years. I’m a capable judge of his character.”

“I know.”

“Then why the stubbornness? Besides the fact it’s your routine state.”

Marcus’s feet halted. “The charges against you wouldn’t be passive anymore.”

Her eyebrows rose. Surprised at his worry for her, though by now she should have learned to expect it. She wandered away from him, to the random tools propped in a corner alongside plywood shelves.

She fingered the handle of a snow shovel. “It’s unlikely they would be able to establish a connection.

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