Angry All The Time
Chapter 8/?

Kevin Kinkirk tossed his empty soda can to the underbrush behind him. His analytical cop mind warned him the local police could later find the can, lift his prints, and place him at the scene. He glanced at the can, and made no move to retrieve it. He would be long gone before Glen Oak's finest ever knew he was there.

He wondered, out of curiosity and not any real desire to know, how many of his ex-coworkers remained on the force. Roxanne, of course, but surely Roxanne wasn't the only career cop in Glen Oak. Kevin figured at least half the guys he had worked with thirteen years earlier were probably still plugging away at it day after day.

Roxanne.

The thought of her brought a smile to his lips. With a little luck, she would be the one to head the case. She would never rat him out. She wouldn't dare. He knew too many of her secrets.

Kevin sighed and thought of the children. Kevin Jr probably hadn't slept all night, and Brian would have cried himself to sleep. Kevin had never known two boys so sensitive before. Kevin Jr may as well be considered his mother's shadow and Brian cried like a girl at the drop of a hat.

Caroline should have been a boy. She was more like a son than either of her prissy brothers. Kevin could just imagine her giving Lucy a hard time all the way from Buffalo, whining and bitching and moaning about every little thing she could think of.

Rory Anne hardly counted. At four, she still sucked her thumb and we the bed. Kevin often wished she had never been born, but then he wished all of them had never been born. If it had been just him and Lucy, without the kids, life would have so much easier.

And Lucy never would have left.

She knew he never meant to hurt her.

He had been a fool to approach Simon's wife, and just plain stupid to threaten the baby like he did. He couldn't help himself, and Lucy would understand that once he could get to her.

He just needed to talk to her. Alone. If he could get her alone, he could get this whole thing sorted out. It was just a big misunderstanding. Thirteen years worth of misunderstanding, but that's all it was. Lucy would understand that.

She had to. He needed her. He needed her to come home with him and try again. He would swear he'd never hit her again, and she could put his plate in front of him any way she wanted and he wouldn't complain. He wouldn't care, as long as she was there to fix the plate for him.

He knew he couldn't do it alone.

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Movement at the house caught his attention. He sat up a little straighter, trying to get a better look. His blood rushed to his ears, thundering like a drum. He felt like he was on a stake out, spying on a suspect.

Only the suspect wasn't an ordinary criminal. She was his wife.

Simon stepped out the back door, onto the deck. Kevin watched him scan the yard, and the woods beyond. Kevin almost laughed out loud, thinking Simon probably wished he hadn't bought a house that bordered an endless forest.

Not that it mattered. Simon would be no match for Kevin, and they both knew it.

Kevin had all the power. And he knew his best bet was to sit back, relax, and wait Lucy out.

He could see her standing behind Simon, safely inside the house. His heart raced a little faster at the sight of her. So close, and yet so far.

He just had to get to her...Without Simon, Victoria, or the kids. Just him and Lucy, alone.

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Sorry it's so short. Between travelling and work I just haven't had much time to work on my fics. Hopefully things are going to calm down now so it won't take so long...In the meantime, thanks for reading and please let me know what you think. Thanks! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)