A Christmas Promise by K C Wells

Author:K C Wells [Wells, K C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Island Tales Press
Published: 2017-11-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Naomi just emailed. She’ll be home this weekend for the holidays,” Dad said as he came into the living room where Micah and Greg were sitting on the couch, both reading.

Greg glanced up and smiled. “Great!”

Micah groaned. “Great. At least three weeks of aggravation.” Not that he meant a word of it. The verbal sparring between them had gotten more interesting since she’d begun college. And the thought of getting through Christmas without her was inconceivable.

Dad chuckled. “You love her and you know it.” He left the room.

Micah put down his book on photorealism. “Quick, while he’s not here… I’ve had an idea.”

Greg lowered his copy of Death In The Clouds and raised his eyebrows. “Did it hurt?” His lips twitched.

Micah rolled his eyes. “I swear, you’ve been taking lessons from Naomi behind my back. That girl could write a textbook on the subject: How to annoy Micah.”

Greg grinned. “Glad to know all my studying is paying off. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s time to bring a little Christmas back into this house. I’m not talking how it used to be. Hell, Mom put enough lights on this house for it to be seen from outer space. No, I’m thinking about a tree. It would be a start.”

“And you want my help.”

Micah had to admit, Greg was fast on the uptake. “Exactly. All you have to do is follow my lead, and then show some enthusiasm for the idea.”

Greg nodded slowly. “I can do that.”

“You bastard!”

Micah jumped up. “Dad? What’s wrong?” He ran to Dad’s office, to find him shaking a fist at his computer monitor. “Er, Dad?”

“Stupid thing just died on me!” Dad glared at it. “So now I have to go buy a new one.”

“Don’t you have an old monitor that you can use? Or maybe you can—”

“I know you’re trying to help,” Dad interjected, “but it’ll be a hell of a lot quicker in the long run if I just get in the truck and drive to Gillette.” He gave the monitor another glare. When the phone rang, it got a glare too. “Now what?”

Micah left him to it. He returned to the living room, where Greg looked up at him questioningly. “Hardware issues,” Micah explained. He sat down and picked up his book.

A couple of minutes later, Dad came back into the room and walked up to the couch.

“Greg, that was one of the detectives who interviewed you. He was calling to see how you were, and to ask if there was anything else you’d recalled about the… incident. I told him you’d call back if there was anything.”

Greg closed the book and placed it on the arm of the couch. “I told them everything.” His face took on that closed-off expression that Micah already knew so well.

“Sounds to me like they’re no closer to catching anyone,” Micah said quietly. “Not if they’re asking that.”

“I’d have to agree.” Dad sounded almost subdued. “Anyhow, I’d better go to Gillette. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.

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