Tonight, she and her mother had killed her father. This secret would bind them together forever.

Ruth Ann woke suddenly and realized she had been dreaming again, dreaming about the night her father died. Turning over, she searched in the darkness for John Earl but found his side of the bed empty. Whenever she had one of her horrific dreams, he would always comfort her. She had come to rely on his steadfast love and kindness. If God had cursed her with a monster for a father, he had equally blessed her ten times over with a husband like John Earl.

She tossed back the covers, slid out of bed and slipped on her house shoes. Looking at the bedside clock, she saw that it was after four. Where on earth was John Earl?

When she opened the bedroom door and walked into the hall, she heard the soft murmur of a voice coming from the kitchen. The girls were at the all-night youth rally at the community center, leaving only John Earl, her mother and her in the house. Since her mother took a sleeping pill every night, she assumed the voice belonged to John Earl. Undoubtedly, he was on the telephone because there was some type of emergency with a parishioner. But why hadn’t she heard the phone ring? Had she been that deeply asleep?

Pausing outside the kitchen, she listened for a couple of minutes.

“Yes, I understand, and I certainly appreciate your willingness to handle things this way,” John Earl said. “Ruth Ann and I will be there as soon as possible.”

With her heart hammering in her chest, she entered the kitchen. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

John Earl, wearing only his pajama bottoms, snapped around and stared at her, his eyes blank. He shook his head, hung up the phone and then faced her. “First of all, both Charity and Felicity are all right. But they’re in a bit of trouble. Especially Felicity. We need to get dressed and go to the sheriff’s office right away.”

“Lord have mercy, what’s happened?”

“It seems that our girls, along with several other kids, slipped away from the youth rally tonight.”

“What? Why would they-?”

“I don’t know the answer to that,” John Earl told her as he walked over and grasped her gently by the shoulders. “A couple of deputies found the kids in the Piggly Wiggly parking lot. They had beer with them, and one of the boys and Felicity were smoking pot.”

“Oh God, no!”

He gripped her shoulders a little tighter. “It’s going to be all right. That was Mike Birkett on the phone. Charity called me a few minutes ago. I thought for sure the phone would wake you, but it didn’t. I came in here and called Mike back immediately. He’s being very understanding about the situation. He says that we can pick up both girls tonight. Charity isn’t being charged with anything. And the charges against Felicity-”

“What charges? Oh God, John Earl, will she have to go to jail?”

“No. Mike told me to contact a lawyer in the morning. Felicity will have to appear in juvenile court, but more than likely the sentence will entail a fine and community service.”

Tears gathered in Ruth Ann’s eyes. “I’ve failed her as a mother, haven’t I? Where did I go wrong? Charity has never given us a moment’s trouble, but Felicity…Oh dear. The whole town will know about this by the time Sunday school starts. How will this look-the minister’s daughter arrested for underage drinking and smoking marijuana?”

“I’m not concerned about how this will look.” He ran his open palms down her arms and grasped her hands in his. “People will either understand or they won’t. Our only concern should be Felicity.”

“Yes, I know. And poor Charity. I’m sure the only reason she was involved was because she was trying to look after her sister.”

“Let’s get dressed.” He turned her toward the stairs and slipped his arm around her waist. “Our daughters need us to present a united front. We’re in agreement that Charity will need reassurance that we don’t blame her for any of this. And Felicity will need our love and support, but we have to make her understand how serious the situation is.”

“Yes, of course, we’re in total agreement. And we will certainly present a united front.”

Jack had called Mike and explained that Deputies Dryer and Gipson had brought in seven teenagers, all but two under the age of eighteen. Six of the seven had slipped away from the Christian youth rally at the community center and been reported missing by the chaperones in charge. Both the local police and sheriff’s department had been looking for them when two deputies had found the kids with several six-packs. And two of the seven were smoking pot.

“The nineteen-year-old is the real culprit,” Jack had said. “My guess is he provided the beer and the marijuana. I’d nail his cocky ass to the wall. The others are probably good kids who got caught in a bad situation.”

Mike had grumbled a few obscenities, as much a complaint about being awakened before dawn as a judgment on the situation.

“To complicate matters even more, you personally know four of the kids.”

“Shit. Just tell me.”

“Cathy’s son, Seth. But he wasn’t drinking or smoking, according to the others. Then there’s the Harper sisters, whose father is the minister at First Baptist-”

“Lorie’s cousin John Earl’s daughters?”

“Yep. And Melissa Hovater, whose father is the Church of Christ preacher.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ve got to call my mom and ask her to come over to stay with the kids. Have you let all of them contact their parents?”

“I wanted to talk to you first and see if we can’t work something out so we can let these kids go home with their parents and maybe not charge them. Well, except Ricky, who provided the beer and the pot. And Seth has asked if he can call his mother instead of his grandparents.”

“His grandparents are his legal guardians,” Mike had reminded him.

“I know, but the boy’s scared to death about how his grandfather will react. I thought Cathy could-”

“Hell, we’ll work it all out when I get there.”

It had taken Mike thirty minutes to arrange for his mother to babysit and for him to get dressed and make it to the office. That had been twenty minutes ago, and they were still trying to “work it out.”

Neal Prater’s parents were the first to arrive. His mother was in tears and his burly, blustering father was cursing a blue streak until Mike spoke to him privately. He calmed down instantly. Lacey Sims’s mother, a divorcee who worked the night shift at the Tyson plant, sent Lacey’s aunt to the station. Aunt Bree had accused them all of harassing her niece and bringing her in on trumped-up charges. Ricky had been booked, put behind bars and was waiting for his lawyer.

When Cathy arrived, she searched the crowd, looking for Seth. Jack went to her and took her aside for a couple of minutes.

“He wasn’t drinking or smoking pot,” Jack said. “I don’t think Mike is going to charge him with anything, but he is going to talk pretty rough to all of them. The boy who brought the beer and pot is nineteen, and he’s been arrested.”

“Why would Seth do something like this? He’s never-”

“I think he went along to keep watch over Missy Hovater,” Jack said. “I got the impression he likes her.”

Cathy glanced at the teenagers huddled together across the room, Seth with his arm around Missy’s shoulders. Charity Harper was wiping the black mascara-streaked tears from her sister’s face.

“Did you call J.B. and Mona?” she asked.

“No,” Jack said. “Mike and I aren’t in agreement on this, and he may call them yet, but Seth seems genuinely terrified of how his grandfather will react.”

“J.B. doesn’t allow for human frailties. He demanded perfection from Mark, and he expects no less from Seth.”

“You realize your lawyer could use this incident against the Cantrells,” Jack told her. “If you-”