Rick Mofina - Whirlwind

The first book in the Kate Page series, 2014

Wildhorse Heights, Texas

Death was near but Jenna Cooper was not aware.

No one was.

Like the thousands of other people at the Old Southern Glory Flea Market, in the southeastern part of the Dallas- Fort Worth Metroplex, she was hunting for bargains.

Jenna liked coming here. With more than nine hundred vendors in buildings and open-air sections spread over forty acres at the Hawn and LBJ freeways, Old Southern was one of the biggest flea markets in Texas.

Whatever Jenna needed, she could always find a deal on it.

Can I make you an offer on these?

Jenna touched the folded baby clothes shed selected and piled on the vendors table. The fleece hoodie, the footed pajamas, a romper, T-shirts, bibs, the lace tops and the skorts, which were so cute.

The vendor was wearing a Cowboysball cap, rose-tinted sunglasses and a T-shirt that read: Vernas Clothes for Kids. Jenna guessed her to be in her late sixties.

Whats your offer, dear?

Jenna figured the clothes would cost fifty to sixty dollars if she were to buy them new. But the items, as tagged on the table, would run about thirty-five dollars. She was not very good at negotiating, but these days she had no choice. For her, Blake and the kids, money was an issue.

Would you take twenty-five for all of them?

The woman took stock of Jennas daughter, who was holding on to the stroller where her baby brother was waking up from a nap.

How old are your little ones? she asked, weighing Jennas offer.

Cassies four, almost five, and her baby brother Calebs five months.

I bet theyre a handful.

They are.

All right, dear, for you and your angels, twenty-five.

Thank you. Jenna handed her the cash from her wallet.

While the vendor rummaged under the table for a bag, the old transistor radio hanging from her wooden sign that also read Vernas Clothes for Kids, crackled faintly with an updated weather report.

But few people were listening about the possible tornado watch.

The sky was overcast with flashes of lightning on the horizon. It was hot and humid. Jenna pressed the back of her hand to her moist forehead then checked on Caleb. He was going to be hungry and shed have to find a place to feed him. She gave Cassie a sip of bottled water, intending to finish shopping and get home before it rained.

Your little girls beautiful.

Jennas attention shifted to the end of the table, where another woman had stopped browsing to pay her the compliment. She was about Jennas age, mid-twenties, with short spiky red hair and a nice smile.

Thank you, Jenna said.

And- the stranger nodded to the stroller -I overheard, your baby boys five months old?

Yes. Jenna beamed.

May I? The woman stepped closer, lowering herself to Calebs stroller. Oh, hes brand-new! What a sweetheart!

Heres your bag, the vendor said to Jenna.

Thanks. She reached out for it.

Who does he take after? The stranger stood.

His dad. Hes got his fathers eyes.

For the first time, Jenna noticed a man at the other end of the table. He seemed about the same age as the woman and by the way he was watching, appeared to be with her.

Youre so blessed. Theyre beautiful children, the woman said.

Thank you. Jenna stowed the clothes in the strollers basket.

That woman was right, Jenna thought, while making her way through the bustling market. Jenna was blessed, but this past year had been hard for her family. A week after shed learned that she was pregnant, Blake was laid off from his ground-crew job at DFW International Airport. As weeks and months passed, Blake took any work he could find. Hed come home, hands callused from a long day on a construction site, or hed fall asleep in front of the TV after a day making dozens of deliveries as a courier. But that was all low-paying, temporary work.

Blake couldnt find a good, steady job.

Jenna was a part-time teller and worked as many hours as she could before she was due. They were burning through the little savings they had, and she feared they would lose their home, right up until six weeks ago. Thats when Blake was hired by American Journey Movers. It was full-time, and luckily there were health benefits, which helped when she had Caleb.

The downside was that Blake was always on the road. He started in Florida one week then was in Minnesota the next. Thankfully, Jennas sister, Holly, came in from Atlanta for two weeks when Caleb was born, because the day after Jenna brought him home from the hospital, Blake was on the road again to Kentucky and Virginia.

Now he was in Alaska.

Jenna missed him.

Youll tough it out, Jen, Blake would tell her. Youre not a quitter. Well get through this. Look at all weve faced so far.

He was right, and she was grateful. Things were turning around for them. She had a healthy baby boy and a beautiful daughter. Blake had found a good job. It was true, she was blessed. Theyd kept their house and were clearing their debts.

To help with their finances, Jenna was trying to get a data-processing job that would let her do extra work at home. She was also careful with money, never spending beyond their budget. Thats why she had buckled Cassie and Caleb into the familys ten-year-old Ford Focus and come here.

But before heading out this morning, shed hesitated. The forecast had called for a slight risk of severe weather later this afternoon. Standing in her driveway, she thought the sky looked fine, and she planned to be home by early afternoon. Besides, she needed to get some things now, and this was the best time for her to go.

Theyd had good luck so far, Jenna thought, as she maneuvered through the crowded market lanes. Along with the baby clothes, shed bought towels and bedsheets for a steal. They had factory flaws that werent even noticeable. Now she needed a desk lamp. Shed spotted one priced at two dollars. The same one in the store was going for fifteen.

Caleb was starting to fuss. Jenna needed to feed him but wanted to get the lamp first. She was trying to recall the row where the lamp was when she felt the first raindrop.

Then a wind kicked up some papers and dirt. Vendors began throwing tarps and plastic sheets over their wares, others unrolled canvas walls. Jenna unfolded the canopy on Calebs stroller, got Cassie into her rain jacket and opened her umbrella just as the downpour started.

Hunched against the rain they hurried to take cover under the tent roof of a large picnic area. They crammed in with other shoppers just as hail in golf-ball-sized chunks smashed into the ground, pelting the roof with such ferocity Jenna feared it would tear through.

Mommy Im scared! Cassie slid her arms around her.

Jenna pulled her closer and tightened her grip on her stroller. She bit her lip watching the storm and lightning, regretting not leaving earlier.

Mommy, I want to go home!

Me, too, honey. Itll stop soon. Then well get you a cookie, Ill feed Caleb and well go home, okay?

Jenna felt Cassies little face nodding against her as the hail relented.

What! Baby, I cant hear you!

Jennas head snapped to a man in the gathered crowd with his cell phone pressed to his ear. Baby!

Others under the canopy turned to a woman as she said, For real? into her cell phone.