Savage (A Blood Feud Novel)

Chapter Fourteen

Rachel stood at the front door of a house the next night. She rung the doorbell a couple of times before an older woman named Tanya answered the door.

Tanya was wearing a pink polo shirt with white bell-bottoms. Her long dirty blonde hair hovered over her shoulders, and she looked radiant.

"Hello," Rachel said eagerly.

"I'm sorry, who are you? Isn't it too late?" Tanya asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Rachel said. "My name is Josephine Carter. Your husband wanted me to come over and drop a few things for him to look over. He specifically said for me to be in the house with you here so that you can see what I'm doing."

Tanya was hesitant. "Oh, I'm not aware my husband wanted you to come and on such short notice. He didn't tell me you were coming over. My name is Tanya, by the way. What is it you do?"

"Should I call your husband, just to confirm?" Rachel asked ignoring her question.

"No, please don't," Tanya said. "He can be in a bad mood when he's disturbed in work. Our daughter, you know her? Jessica has been running away from home a few times, and this has gotten to him."

"I can get Jessica back right away home and see to it that she doesn't leave," Rachel said with a sympathetic smile. "I'll personally see to it that she doesn't pull that stunt again. I know Mr. Savage is tired of it. He tells me every time I meet with him at his office."

This seemed to set Tanya calm, and she allowed Rachel in. Rachel had a carrier bag with her whom Tanya asked to help her with, but she declined.

"Thanks, dearest," Rachel said as she laid the duffel bag onto the hardwood floor.

"Mr. Savage tells you these things? About what happens in my family?" Tanya asked as she closed and locked the front door.

Rachel opened the carrier bag and nodded.

"All the time," she said. "I'm not sure what to make of it, Tanya. Mr. Savage loves his daughter, but at times he worries sick about her."

"Why does he talk to you, Ms. Carter?" Tanya asked.

She posed the question in a way as if to tell Rachel she wasn't thrilled about others hearing and talking about her teenage daughter.

Rachel smiled and shrugged. "I guess it's because he's very protective, if not concerned about her. I don't know, to be precise. He's worried about her and since I used to be a shrink feels I am in the best position to advise him."

Tanya felt a little relaxed. "That's fine, Ms. Carter. Come with me downstairs, and I can show you the cellar room. Grant usually stores his important things there."

They went downstairs to the basement. Tanya had the small dim light on and Rachel had the carrier bag placed on the floor to her left side.

"Can you show me what you are putting down here?" Tanya asked curiously.

It was still strange for her husband to send someone so late but then with Grant, you never could tell. Of late he was mysterious, and she had a hunch that it had to do with a woman. She was a good wife but wasn't blinded to the fact that Grant cheated with her from time to time. But then he always hid it.

Until now, he wasn't doing anything to hide his affair, and that was what frightened her. It was affecting the way he behaved. Soon, she would have to do something to save her marriage and her family.

"Yes, of course." Rachel said reaching for her bag. She grabbed a Czech CZ75 semi-automatic pistol from the bag. She aimed the pistol at Tanya who gave a confused stare.