my mother says, her voice quaking. She comes down the
steps, surprising us all with the ferocity in her voice. She pushes past me, almost
knocking me over. Cal grabs me as I stumble and pulls me against him, putting his
arm across my chest protectively. I am very aware of Michael watching us closely. “Lola,” Griggs warns, “this is none of your concern. You stay out of this.” “I am done with you,” she snarls at him. “Unless you have probable cause to be
on my property, I suggest you leave. The less you do for this family, the better.” He glances over my mother’s shoulder at the rest of the family standing there, as
if looking for something. He must not find what he’s looking for, because he takes a
step back toward his patrol car. “I will find out what you’re hiding,” he says to Cal.
“I know it’s something, and as long as you are in my town, I won’t stop until I find it
out.”
“Now that’s an interesting use of taxpayer money,” Abe says. “I wonder what
the town would think of such things, Sheriff? You know, the people who elected
you? Maybe you should ask them what they think about Cal here before you
misappropriate your department’s time and energy. It’d be interesting to see how
quickly one could gather enough signatures to petition for a recall election for a
sheriff using bias and intimidation to get what he wants, wouldn’t you say?
Especially in front of so many witnesses.”
The scowl on the sheriff’s face deepens. The hatred in his eyes is plain as he
looks at each of us in turn, but never more than when he glares at Cal and me. I stand
firm, not diverting my gaze, attempting to show I will not be cowed by this man. Not
now. Not at my home. He points his finger at me. “You will—”
“Enough,” Christie interrupts in a hard voice. “It’s time for you to get back into
your car, George. This has gone on long enough. We’ll be in touch if we require your
services any further.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be,” Griggs says. “After all I’ve done for your
family over the years. Who knew it would have come to this?” His petulance is
almost laughable, but I can’t rein in an angry desire to attack him.
Griggs turns to move back to his car, but is stopped when Michael says his
name. I’d almost forgotten the archangel was even there. He walks over to the
sheriff, his long legs making quick work of the distance between them. He moves
with such fluid grace it almost seems like he’s floating. If you didn’t know what he
was, you’d have thought he might have been a dancer at one point in his life. If you
did know what he was, you could almost imagine his wings carrying him over. He has several inches on Griggs as he stands before him, and for a moment the
sheriff’s perpetual sneer falters as he looks into the angel’s eyes. I don’t know what
he sees, and I don’t know if I want to. If everything I’ve heard about the angel
hierarchy is correct, then Michael is almost the top of the top, just under Metatron,
the one Cal said had disappeared long ago. That alone is enough to intimidate. “What do you want?” Griggs asks. “You better take a step back.” “I try not to involve myself in little things,” Michael says softly, though his voice
still carries back to where we stand. “There are matters of greater consequence that
always seem to demand my full attention. However, the fact that I am here should be
enough to convey the importance of the situation.” He glances back at Cal as he says
this last before returning his attention to the sheriff. “Since I am here, I must admit to
being a bit curious about you. We are not meant to interfere, much as we sometimes
want to. Our Father has dictated as such. But even still….”
Michael flashes his hand up and presses his palm flat against Griggs’s chest. The
sheriff’s head falls back and his mouth opens in a yawning gape, but no sound comes
out. The cords in his neck stand out as his hands twitch lightly at his sides. It’s over
in a matter of seconds, and the sheriff gasps as Michael frowns and takes a step back
from him. “Ah, Sheriff,” Michael says as he shakes his head. “If you only knew….
No matter. Leave this place. I have no desire to look upon your face any longer.” Griggs looks confused and angry but obeys almost immediately. We stand watch