The Beast by Faye Kellerman

Author:Faye Kellerman [Kellerman, Faye]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2013-08-08T21:33:18+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

GABE THOUGHT SHE’D be despondent. Instead, Yasmine was furious. She sat opposite him, balled up in a navy blue hoodie, her arms folded across her chest. She glared at her mother and looked at him with suspicion. At that moment Decker walked in, turned around, and went back to the kitchen. To Rina, he said, “Want to go for a ride?”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yasmine is now in the picture, and it looks like the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral. Ride? Yes or no?”

Rina put away the last of the dinner dishes. “Shouldn’t one of us stay to make sure the house isn’t burned down?”

“Good point,” Decker conceded. “I’ll be in the bedroom if anyone needs CPR.”

“Maybe you should go out and act as a moderator to the parties involved.”

“No, my dear, I’m done with domestics. If you need the police, call 911.”

After he left, Rina steeled herself and ambled into the living room. Someone had to be the adult. She sat down on the couch.

Sohala began by directing the players. “You talk to her, Gabriel. You tell her what we talked about.”

Gabe felt sick. He didn’t dare look at Yasmine. “Your mother thinks we should break up . . . for a while.”

Yasmine said, “I know what she thinks. Is that what you think?”

“Hear me out.” Gabe felt a tic in his eyelids. “Just . . . listen.” Yasmine was silent. “There is this girl that I know in New York—”

Yasmine had heard enough. She jumped up. “I hate you!” She glared at her mother. “I hate you, too. I hate all of you!” She picked up her purse and stormed out of the house.

Gabe leaped up and so did Sohala. He clenched his jaw and said, “Will you let me handle this?”

“I see how you handle it. You break her heart.”

Rina really should have taken that ride. Instead, she said, “Gabe, take it easy.”

The boy didn’t heed her. “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t interfered!”

“Of course, I interfere. You were in a motel with my daughter!”

“Fuck it!” Gabe ran after her, slamming the door behind him. She was already halfway down the block. “Yasmine!”

“Go away. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

“Yasmine, will you listen—”

“No.”

He caught up with her and took her arm. It had stopped raining, but there was a fine mist. He had run out without his jacket and it was cold. “Yasmine—”

“Do you tell her you love her when you’re with her like you do with me?” She yanked her arm away. “Do you tell her that, Gabe? Do you?” She hit him with her purse and marched off for a couple of steps. “Avazi!” Then she turned around and threw her purse at his head. “You . . . schmuck!”

He caught the purse with his left hand. “There is no other girl—”

“Liar!” She reversed directions, intercepting her mother. “Go away and leave me alone for once in my life!”

“Yasmini—”

“Can you just let us break up without spying on me? You go through my mail, you go through my phone, you go through my computer, you go through my diary.

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