Chapter 8 - THE ECHO OF MILL CREEK
In a blur of motion, Ethan launched himself across the icy pavement. He didn't go for the gun. He didn't go for Sterling. He dove straight for little Leo.
Ethan’s massive shoulder slammed into Sterling’s legs, knocking the banker off balance. As Sterling fell backward, Ethan wrapped his massive arms around Leo, ripping the boy away from Sterling’s grasp and shielding the child’s small body with his own heavy firefighter coat.
A gunshot rang out, deafening in the cold air.
The crowd screamed. My heart stopped.
But the bullet went wide, shattering the glass of a streetlamp above. Before Sterling could aim again, three State Troopers descended on him. They tackled him to the icy asphalt, pinning his arms behind his back and kicking the black handgun across the plaza.
"Get your hands behind your back!" a trooper roared, pressing a knee into Sterling's spine.
I dropped the crowbar and ran faster than I had ever run in my life. I fell to my knees on the freezing pavement next to Ethan.
Ethan groaned, rolling over and opening his thick coat. Little Leo was tucked safely against Ethan’s chest, trembling and crying, but completely unharmed.
"Mommy!" Leo wailed.
Lily broke through the police line, sobbing uncontrollably, and threw herself onto the ground with us. She pulled Leo into her arms, burying her face in his small neck. "I've got you, baby. I've got you. You're safe."
I looked at Ethan. The firefighter pushed himself up to a sitting position, wiping a scrape on his cheek. He looked at me and offered a shaky, beautiful smile.
"I told Michael I'd pay him back," Ethan whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I finally paid him back, Mrs. Wilson."
Tears streamed down my face. I reached out and pulled Ethan into a fierce hug, pressing a kiss to his cold cheek. "You paid him back a long time ago, sweetheart. The moment you grew up to be a good man, you paid him back."
The police dragged Sterling to his feet. His expensive coat was torn, his face pressed in the slush. He glared at me with pure, unadulterated venom.
"You bluffed me, Martha!" he spat, realizing the canvas bag he had dropped did, in fact, contain the real ledgers. "You stupid old woman! You're going to lose everything!"
I stood up slowly, dusting the snow off my knees. I walked over to where the troopers were holding him. I didn't feel small anymore. I didn't feel poor. I looked him dead in the eye.
"No, Thomas," I said, my voice ringing clear across the silent plaza. "I lost everything twenty-six years ago. Tonight, I got it all back."
A trooper stepped forward, snapping heavy steel cuffs onto Sterling’s wrists. "Thomas Sterling, you are under arrest for the murder of Michael Wilson, the attempted murder of Ethan Parker, and multiple federal counts of embezzlement and fraud. You have the right to remain silent."
As they shoved Sterling into the back of the cruiser, shutting the door on him forever, the crowd of forty-seven alumni erupted into cheers. People were crying, hugging each other, clapping Ethan on the back.
A young female trooper approached me, carrying a small, plastic evidence bag. She held it out to me with a gentle, respectful expression.
"Ma'am," she said softly. "When we searched the suspect's pockets, we found this. It matches the description of a piece of evidence missing from your son's cold case file. I believe it belongs to you."
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I reached out with trembling fingers and took the plastic bag. Inside was a heavy, silver high school class ring. The blue stone was chipped, and the band was tarnished, but I recognized it instantly. It was the ring Michael had bought with his first summer job paycheck. The ring he had been wearing the day he died. Sterling had kept it as a morbid trophy all these years.
I pressed the ring to my chest, closing my eyes as the flashing red and blue lights illuminated the falling snow. For the first time in twenty-six years, the crushing weight in my chest was gone. My boy was finally at peace.
