The Secrets of Lake Road

But it wasn’t a game to Kevin. Billy had played him for a fool one too many times. And now Billy had done the same to Jo. He had frightened her to death. And Kevin couldn’t take it any longer. He had had enough. He’d show Billy once and for all he shouldn’t mess with him, he didn’t deserve Jo.

He took a deep, sobering breath. His mouth tasted like metal. He clenched and unclenched his hands. He felt as though he were someone else, that someone full of rage and frustration had invaded his body.

Slowly, he turned toward Billy.

“She’ll never choose you over me,” Billy said so confidently and smugly.

Something much more than rage shot through Kevin: a thick, hot fury. Before he could stop himself, he struck Billy hard in the chest, much harder than he thought possible, surprising Billy and knocking the wind out of him, sending him back over the edge of the pier. There was a loud crack, but this time it wasn’t Billy’s arm striking the pier; it was his head hitting one of the wood planks before his body slapped the water with a thwump.

Kevin’s blood rushed in his ears. Sweat seeped from his pores and adrenalin pulsed through his veins. He got him good this time. He did. He wouldn’t be pushed around anymore. He wouldn’t. But my God, what was he thinking?

Billy was going to kill him when he climbed back onto the pier.

Kevin had to pull himself together. His breath was ragged. He lifted his chin and hiked his shoulders back, prepared to fight again. He stood with his fists up, waiting for Billy to surface. He wasn’t sure how long he was standing that way, waiting—long enough for his arms to get tired.

“Come on,” he said. “You’re not fooling me. Not this time.”

He strained to look over the edge where Billy had gone into the water, not wanting to get too close in case he was waiting to pull him into the lake. There was no way he could win a fight with him in the water. Billy was too strong a swimmer. But from where he stood, Kevin could see the waves lapping in slow rhythm against the side of the pier, the water showing little to no disturbance in its cadence, no sign of someone swimming, splashing.

“Where are you?” he asked.

After several long minutes, how many minutes he had no way of knowing, Billy still hadn’t shown himself. The lake remained calm, silent.

“Billy,” Kevin said, and looked over the edge again.

Nothing.

“Billy,” he called, panic settling in. He raced around the pier, searching the water, much like Jo had done. “Where are you?” he asked, but even as the words left his lips, he understood what had happened. The air had rushed from Billy’s lungs. Kevin had knocked the wind out of him. Billy had hit his head before falling into the water. He wasn’t coming back up.

Ever.

Kevin dropped to his knees, his head in his hands. His best friend’s body sunk to the darkness below, joining whatever else was dead at the bottom of the lake.

And this time, this time it was all Kevin’s fault.

*

Kevin’s body shook from the memory. His arms hung at his sides, limp and weak, remembering the physical exertion, the emotional trauma of the night he had gotten rid of Billy forever.

From the balcony he watched Johnny dive into the lake after Chris, both boys swimming for shore. Lucky for them, Kevin thought, and crushed the cigarette butt with his foot. He wiped his cheek. His hand came away wet. He hadn’t realized he had been crying.

He turned to head into the bar for another drink but stopped when he saw a lone figure stumbling up the docks toward the parking lot. Something about the person’s movements was familiar. When the figure stepped under one of the tent’s spotlights, he recognized the hollow of her cheeks, the swell of her breasts and hips. He knew something was wrong.





CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

The light under the tent temporarily blinded Jo. She stopped walking, waiting for the spots to clear. Her face was still sore where Dee Dee had smacked her not once, but twice. She touched her cheek tenderly. After Patricia had explained everything she had witnessed the night Billy had drowned, Dee Dee had tossed Jo a frozen bag of peas as a kind of peace offering for slugging her. They talked for the next several hours, a game of Remember When, with all their memories centered on Billy.

Jo wouldn’t go as far as to say she and Dee Dee were friends. She wasn’t sure they would ever define their relationship in those terms, but they had reached an understanding, one of tolerance for each other for Johnny’s sake. It was a start. Or maybe it was the end of something. Dee Dee was unpredictable. But whatever happened from this night on, Jo no longer felt threatened by her.