A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
“We’re going to Karalynn’s in Denver,” Jennifer said as they went over the final checklist before they left Blue River. Jennifer, Melanie, Mitchel and Seth stood in a circle in the front yard of Craig home.
A Red-naped Sap Sucker tapped its beak on the bark of a nearby tree. Melanie glanced up searching for the woodpecker among the branches over her head.
“We’ll just follow you,” Mitchel said.
“Melanie, what am I forgetting,” Jennifer asked.
Melanie looked down at the list in her hand. “Power is off, water is off, mail has been forwarded to Denver. I think we are good, mom.”
The bird continued to tap.
The insurance money from her father’s death had paid off all their bills including the house.
Jennifer took the list and looked at it for a few seconds then looked at the three who stood before her. “I think we are ready. You’re taking Daisy with you and Mitchel in the truck?”
“Yes,” Melanie drew out the word. Her mom was just being overly cautious. “I don’t think Austin will approve of Daisy poking at him while he’s in his kennel.”
Just then, Sam came bouncing out of the front door with the small kennel swinging at her side. Everyone turned toward her a terrified yowling came from the kennel.
Jennifer marched toward her youngest daughter. “Sam, hold that cat steady. Can’t you hear him crying?”
Melanie looked up at the house. They were leaving everything they had built. They were only taking what was necessary. Its red door, big porch, and all the memories of her father. She took a deep breath of the warm mountain air. She hoped that one day they would be able to come back. No, she would return. Someday, this would be home again. She had to believe that, the thought of leaving forever made her breath catch and her chest collapse in on her heart.
“Come on Daisy,” Melanie called out and opened the door to Mitchel’s truck.
Daisy’s huge black form came bounding around the corner of the house, tongue hanging from her smiling jowls. Her bright brown eyes excited for whatever was to come. Melanie wished she shared Daisy’s enthusiasm. Daisy jumped into the truck. Seth would follow behind them in his car. Mitchel had tried to convince him to leave the car and ride with them to save on fuel costs, but Seth insisted on having his own ride.
Their small caravan wound through the streets of the small town and out onto the highway. Both she and Mitchel were quiet as they drifted away from Blue River. Melanie picked up her phone and dialed her mom.
“Can we stop for coffee in Breck one last time?”
“Of course,” Jennifer said.
Her mother’s voice brushed the hair from Melanie’s face and lifted her chin. She hung up the phone. Mitchel patted her thigh. She laid her hand on top of his. Daisy curled into a ball between them.
They pulled into the coffee shop parking lot and Melanie ran inside with everyone’s order jostling around in her head. The familiar fresh ground coffee filled her nostrils and made them flare. The girl at the counter was new. Probably, her replacement.
Suzanne, her old boss, stepped out of the back drying her hands on her black apron. “Leaving town today?”
Melanie pursed her lips and nodded. She moved her arm over the SAFE scanner to pay for the coffee and hot chocolate. The noise from the steamer rose to a high pitch.
“You heard from Holly?” Suzanne asked.
“She didn’t show for her shift this morning again.”
Holly had no showed her shift at least once a week. It was a wonder Suzanne hadn’t fired her. Holly had only started working at the coffee shop a few weeks ago, right before school let out. She wanted something to do through the summer.
“Sorry,” Melanie said picking up the drink tray. Melanie had convinced Suzanne to hire Holly and it had been Melanie who had covered the missed shifts.
Suzanne let out a long sigh and came around the counter. She stretched out her arms and Melanie set the drinks back down. She gave Suzanne a hug.
“Good luck, Melanie. You’re a hard worker. I wish you and your family the best.”
“Thanks.” Melanie tried to give her a hopeful smile. Suzanne’s smile was sad.
Melanie rushed out the door. She didn’t like goodbyes.
She took Seth his coffee. He turned down his hard rock music as she approached.
“Thanks, Mel. Great idea stopping,” he said, smiling up at her.
She stopped at the window of the van and handed her mom the two hot chocolates and then slid into the truck handing Mitchel his coffee.
“I was about to come in after you,” he smiled at her.
“Holly didn’t show up for her shift again.”
Mitchel pressed his lips between his teeth trying to hide a knowing smile. He nodded his head and they followed Jennifer’s van out of the parking lot.
She wrapped her hands around the thick cardboard cup letting the warmth sink into them. She took a sip and savored the sweet and bitterness of the mocha. She would be back, she thought.
About ten minutes out of Breckenridge, Melanie noticed a big black Dodge truck with a fifth wheel trailer parked in a rest area.
Melanie squinted her eyes. “Why…”
“What?” Mitchel asked.
“Pull over next to that trailer.” Melanie reached over and honked the horn to get her mother’s attention and Mitchell pulled into the rest area. Seth was right behind them.
The van was already past the entrance of the rest area, but pulled to the side of the road near the exit.
Melanie jumped out of the truck as soon as it stopped and ran over to the fifth wheel. She was knocking on the door when Mitchel reached her.
The door swung out forcing Melanie to step back a few paces.
Holly stood smiling in the doorway. Her fiery curls framing her face. “We’re coming with.”
Richard Stein towered behind his daughter. He tipped his black cowboy hat and smiled. “Ms. Craig. I knew you’d spot us here.”