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Toys In The Dust, page 1
Toys In The Dust
A Leighton Jones Novel
N.M. Brown
Contents
Also by NM Brown
Foreword
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Epilogue
A Note From Bloodhound Books
The Girl On The Bus
Carpenter Road
Copyright © 2019 N.M. Brown
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First published in 2019 by Bloodhound Books
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Print ISBN 978-1-912986-07-1
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Also by NM Brown
The Girl On The Bus
Carpenter Road
For my wife…
Foreword
Note: These events take place ten years before Carpenter Road and twenty years before The Girl on the Bus
Prologue
Tina Blanchette let the battered screen door clatter shut behind her as she carefully made her way down the four white stone stairs leading from the porch to the yard. She had to move slowly and watch each step because she was carrying her favourite Barbie doll and a selection of well-used accessories, including a yellow plastic poodle on a small lead.
At age seven, Tina desperately wanted to have had a real dog of her own just like her cousin Theo had, but because her mom said they couldn’t – owing to the size of their modest home – having a pretend pet for Barbie was the next best thing. Tina had got it last Christmas and had slept with it beneath her pillow ever since. The dog even came with a small pink feeding bowl and a tiny plastic bone, but Tina never took those things outside when she was playing in her own or Suzy’s neighbouring yard. They were simply too small, and she had learned from experience that small things could be easily lost among the tangled blades of grass.
Tina’s modest home was located in a small cluster of sun-bleached houses which flanked a long ribbon of road between Oceanside and Barstow. Most of the buildings were single storey bungalows painted in muted pastel colours.
As Tina stepped away from her home, the heat on that afternoon made the road appear to ripple as if it was being viewed through a rainy window. But there was no rain here – just heat and dust. The sky above her was clear and the Californian air was tinged with the sweet muskiness of the wildfires that had been plaguing the San Diego area all summer. Tina secretly really liked the smell in the air – it reminded her of a time when her dad had still been around and he made a bonfire on the beach; Tina’s mom, hated the smell. She moaned that it seeped into the clean washing.
Having safely navigated the steps, Tina – wearing a pair of faded jean shorts and an orange T-shirt – hurried past two other houses and eventually stopped outside a front yard where a slightly smaller girl was sitting on the parched ground playing intently with a similar doll to Tina’s.
‘Hey Suzy,’ Tina said as she pushed through the creaking wooden gate in the waist high wall that hemmed in the small dusty yard.
‘Hi,’ Suzy said without looking up from the complicated pleat she was tying in the golden hair of her own plastic doll. Suzy was dressed in jean dungarees and had three streaks of white sunscreen on her face. It was a bit like war paint.
‘Look what my Aunt Joan gave me,’ Suzy said as she pointed one small hand towards the steps of her own porch where a large cardboard box sat on the bottom step.
‘What is it?’ Tina asked.
‘A bunch of my cousin’s old toys,’ Suzy said indifferently. ‘But some of them are busted,’ she added with a dismissive shrug of her shoulders. ‘Last year she gave me Mousetrap but most of the pieces were broken and nobody could fix it. We just threw it in the trashcan. My mom said Aunt Joan could’ve done that herself.’
Whilst Suzy concentrated on twisting the strands of synthetic hairs together, Tina stepped across the parched lawn to examine the mysterious arrival. Somebody had used a red marker pen to scrawl the name Jackie – Suzy’s mother – on the side of the box.
‘Wow,’ there’s lots of stuff here,’ Tina said as she began rummaging through the variety of brightly coloured plastic objects.
‘I know,’ Suzy said without turning around. ‘My mom brought it back from Reno last night. She said that because some bits are broken, she doesn’t want me to take them all into the house.’
‘Why?’ Tina asked.
‘She says we have enough junk of our own already. I’ve to take what I want, then the rest is going in the trash.’
‘Hey, look at this!’ Tina called.
Suzy glanced up to see her friend proudly holding a pink plastic speedboat with white seats and some neon coloured stickers decorating the sides. Tina was grinning as she turned the toy over and displayed it like a miniature TV game show hostess.
‘It’s a proper Barbie Wet n Wild boat! I’ve seen these before in Toys R Us, but my mom said they were too expensive. She always says that. We could put both of our dolls into it and sail them around.’
‘I already thought about that,’ Suzy said with a small shrug of her shoulders, ‘but my mom’s cleaning the upstairs of the house, and she’s put bleach down in the bathtub.’
Tina frowned and thought for a moment. She didn’t have a tub in her own home, only an erratic shower that went from freezing to burning in a matter of seconds. After chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, she formed an idea.
‘What about your blow-up pool,’ she suggested, ‘the red one you had out in the yard at Easter?’
Suzy shook her head. ‘That got snagged on a nail in the cellar and ripped along one side. My dad tried to patch it with some sticky black stuff but it didn’t work and all the air came out again just slower.’
Tina sighed and turned the boat over in her hands for a moment. It seemed like her fantasy of the dolls riding across the waves was slipping away from her.
‘I know!’ Tina said. ‘We could go across the road to the creek. It rained last week and there’s probably still some water there.’ The creek in question was a small dusty valley not too far from the girls’ homes. Tina was, however, mistaken in her recollection. What she had thought had been rain on her bedroom window the previous week had only been spray from her mother’s garden hose as she washed the thick grim off her car.
‘Sure,’ Suzy shrugged, ‘but we can only go across there for a little while – my mom’s still to fix lunch some.’
Having hastily gathered the dolls, boat and a matching plastic picnic table together, the two girls left Suzy’s yard and wandered amiably along the roadside. The sun was even hotter as the two small girls drifted away from the protective shadow of the houses, towards the small area of colourless trees.
Their journey was a brief one. About a quarter of a mile along the baked road was an unofficial parking area. It was generally only used by contractors stopping for lunch, or for teenagers looking for somewhere quiet to make out. The ground in that location was littered with crushed fast food wrappers. In a few places, fragments of smashed beer bottles glinted on the ground like emeralds. Tina and Suzy stepped carefully through this minefield and crossed to the narrow dirt track, which wound like a serpent down into the small valley known locally as the creek. This was little more than a deep gash in the landscape where the runoff from occasional rainfall would collect, creating a temporary stream, until it eventually drained away into the sandy earth. On that particular afternoon it had been fi
As the two girls knelt on the edge of the dry riverbed poking sticks in the cracked mud, they were both startled by a strange voice coming from behind and above them.
‘Why, hello there.’
The girls turned to see a tall stranger standing on the rise of ground overlooking the creek. He was dressed in jeans and a faded T-shirt which hung on his scrawny frame like clothes on a scarecrow. As he picked his way down towards them, his feet kicked up small clouds of dust like puffs of smoke.
Eventually, he arrived by the side of the two small girls and crouched down to their level. Although she was too young to articulate it, Tina sensed that he was too close.
‘Wow, you two girls are certainly having a good time,’ he grinned at them, looking gleefully from one small face to another. ‘Is this a new game, you guys are playing?’ the stranger asked.
‘No, we play this all the time,’ Suzy said as she squinted to see a face in the silhouetted figure. The stranger wore metal glasses that reminded Suzy of the ones her great-grandma had worn before she died. He was also wearing a red baseball cap from which tufts of blond hair poked out. Something about the hair seemed familiar to Suzy.
Grinning widely, he shifted his legs and sat fully down on the dusty ground beside the two of them.
‘What are you doing?’ Tina asked. It didn’t seem right for a grown-up to suddenly be there interfering in their game of Barbie dolls, but the stranger seemed unfazed by her question, he just smiled at her. There was something familiar about the stranger too, as if he had somehow been there before.
‘I just thought I could join in your game. I love to play,’ he said. ‘When I was a kid my sister had such an amazing doll’s house - with electric lights and everything. But she never let me play with it, or with any of the dolls.’
‘That’s not fair!’ Suzy said. ‘My brother is like that with all his Sega games.’
‘Yeah, it made me feel really sad and left out.’ The stranger’s shoulders slumped down as he looked in sad recollection at the dusty ground. He reminded Tina of a stray dog she had once seen, hanging around the trash cans on collection day. Despite her mom’s instruction to stay away from the dog, Tina had snuck out through the screen door and tried to give some Oreo cookies to the scrawny animal. She had crouched down nearby and held out a small hand, but the dog had snarled at her revealing curled teeth that were long and sharp.
‘Hey,’ he said, suddenly brightening up. ‘It’s a pity I don’t have my own doll, that way I could play with you guys properly.’
Both girls nodded solemnly.
‘By the way, I like your tattoo,’ he said, looking at the cracked Tinkerbell on the back of Tina’s hand.
There was a moment of silence, in which the stranger held his chin and frowned as if deep in thought. Then eventually his eyes widened in excitement.
‘I don’t suppose… No that would be silly.’ He shook his head and looked his feet.
‘What?’ Suzy asked with a note of concern in her voice.
‘I don’t suppose either of you two ladies has an extra doll at home?’ he asked with hopeful expression.
‘I’ve only got one,’ Tina said, softly. It wasn’t true but at some level she could not yet comprehend, she was uncomfortable in the presence of this unusual and dominating stranger. Part of her hoped that if there were no spare dolls to entertain him, the man would simply go away and they could both continue playing as usual. She felt that once he had gone the world would return to the familiar one she understood.
However, Suzy – who was six months younger than Tina – was not as sophisticated in her thoughts; she simply wanted to help the stranger. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, and then smiled as she found a possible solution.
‘I’ve got a box of other dolls in my yard at home. I just got them from my cousin Emma cos she’s twelve and her mom thinks that’s too old for dolls,’ Suzy said. ‘I could get one from there maybe – or I could get one from my room and you could play with that?’
Even then – without fully understanding why – Tina wanted to tell Suzy to shut up. She wanted to remind her that the stranger didn’t belong in their game of Barbie dolls, plastic boats and toys in the dust, but it was too late.
‘Wow,’ the stranger’s face lit up suddenly, ‘that would be awesome. I mean I don’t want you to go to any trouble just for me. No,’ he shook his head emphatically, ‘that would be too nice of you.’
‘It’s fine,’ Suzy said as she got to her feet and dusted down her knees, ‘I’ll just be a minute.’
‘You sure it’s okay?’ the stranger asked.
‘Of course,’ Suzy said, cheerfully, and then, whilst Tina looked around with a growing sense of confusion, her friend scrambled back up the crumbling track to the parking area. As she reached the top of the track, Suzy was so preoccupied with her task that she didn’t notice something was different. There was now a dusty brown car sitting in a corner of the parking area that had not been parked there before.
When Suzy stepped out of her yard on to the dusty street, she felt the full heat of the afternoon sun. For a moment, she considered going back into the house to fetch her pink baseball cap, but it had already taken her fifteen minutes to rummage around for a discarded doll. Eventually, she found it lodged in the narrow space between her small mattress and her bedroom wall.
When Suzy returned, skipping carelessly through the needle grass, she arrived at the edge of the creek and stopped dead. A look of confusion crossed her sun-cream streaked face. There was no sign of either her friend or the stranger. Suzy brushed strands of hair from her small face and then frowned. She had not been away very long so she estimated that even if Tina and the stranger had moved around to play elsewhere, they should’ve been nearby.
After peering all around and swinging the doll by its golden hair, Suzy carefully descended the crumbling slope leading down to the dry stream.
‘Tina!’ she called, ‘I’m back! I brought the extra doll for the man.’ As she navigated the serpentine track, Suzy got no answer from the silent wilderness other than the creaky chirrup of crickets in the shadows of the sun-baked trees.
Yet the situation seemed impossible – there was nowhere that Tina and the stranger could have gone, so Suzy pushed on.
When she reached the exact place where they had been playing, Suzy discovered the two abandoned Barbie figures lying sprawled with their limbs at unnatural angles on the parched ground. The Wet n Wild boat lay slightly further away as if it had been displaced by some freak wave. The entire scene looked like the sight of some recent miniature tragedy.
From somewhere nearby, Suzy could hear a regular and high-pitched sound. The small girl cocked her head and listened to the noise carefully. It was then, after a moment, that she recognised the noise; it was the distant sound of Tina’s mother standing on the sun-bleached steps of her porch, calling on her only child.
Chapter 1
The kid had to be dead, at least that was what Leighton Jones thought as he pulled up his black Explorer behind the mangled wreck of the red Fiat, which was sitting upside down on the edge of the Oceanside Highway.
