“Did he know about Sydney?” Daisy asked.
“He said she’d come by the office from time to time. She’d call Carson ‘Sonny,’ which he hated, and she’d be all touchy-feely with him—but only when her husband wasn’t in the office. When she’d leave, Carson was, and I quote, ‘more of an asshole bastard than all the other times.’ Bain figured something was going on between them, but he figured Carson didn’t say anything about Bain’s dalliances, so he wouldn’t say anything, either. He didn’t seem to know how long it had been going on.”
Frederick’s brows knit. “What does Bain look like?”
“Six four, blond hair—all his, Erin checked—and no scratches on his chest.”
“So not the man who attacked Daisy in the alley,” Frederick said. “Is it possible that he’s a silent partner?”
Rafe shrugged again. “Anything is possible, but he was eager to distance himself from Carson. Bain showed us his bank account. Let us search every room, even those not covered on the warrant. He had a shed out back and we searched that, too. Everything looked normal. It’s possible he’s hiding something. But he seemed cooperative.”
Gideon’s heart sank. “So Garvey won’t be hiding Mercy in Bain’s house.”
Rafe shook his head. “We’ve had cops all over his place, Gid. Erin stayed to watch Bain to make sure he isn’t either a target or an accomplice, but right now? Mercy isn’t there.” He started the engine. “Let’s go home.”
PLACERVILLE, CALIFORNIA
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 2:45 A.M.
He brought the stolen van to a stop, then exhaled slowly. No one had followed him from the city and this property was accessed by a private road, so he wouldn’t be noticed by any passersby.
“Where are we?”
He turned to see Gideon Reynolds’s sister calmly sitting in the passenger seat, her bound hands resting in her lap.
“You’re back,” he said.
She just watched him with level regard. It was almost as creepy as the empty-eye thing she’d had going on before. It set him on edge and he didn’t like that.
“Why did you go all blank at the hospital?” he asked.
“Defense mechanism. It’s how I cope with stress.” She didn’t blink. Didn’t look the least bit terrified. “I guess we all know how you cope with stress.”
He wasn’t sure if he’d been complimented or insulted. “This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to sit here. If you try to run or scream or do anything to get in my way, I will shoot you in the head and toss your body where no one will ever find it.”
She swallowed, the only indication that she was affected at all.
“Are we clear, Mercy?” he asked.
She nodded once.
“Good.” Shaking his head, he got out of the van and inspected the old road that ran along the rear of the property, which had been in Sydney’s family for generations. They’d never built on it. It was a little too far out from both Sacramento and Lake Tahoe to be convenient to either. That was what Sydney had told him, anyway.
It was every boy’s dream—there were three abandoned gold mine shafts on the land. He’d explored them all, which in hindsight had been very stupid. Mine shafts were no place for children. It was also a good place to look at the stars, far enough away from the city that there was not so much light interference.
Sydney used to bring him here when he was young. She’d been in her early twenties then, the trophy wife his old man had brought home to replace his mother. He hadn’t liked her at first, but she’d won him over with treats and fun outings. Like here.
He’d explore the mines and, when the sun went down, he’d set up his telescope and look at the stars and map them. He’d wanted to fly in space back then. But then Sydney had shown him what she expected. The first time had been right here.
He’d been twelve. When he’d gotten home that night, he put the telescope in the closet and never used it again. He had no idea where it was now.
He shook off the memory. Enough of that. He’d taken this place back long ago, using it for his own purposes. To his knowledge, Sydney hadn’t been here in years.
Too bad I didn’t have more time. She could have made a final visit.
He walked the length of the old road where Sydney had first ruined him, hearing her voice. I’ll make you feel good. Our secret. Nobody else will make you feel like I do.
And it was true. Nobody could. She’d trained him well.
And now she was finally dead.
I can finally breathe.
Although taking too deep a breath here wasn’t advisable. Eileen Danton was still on the fresh side. She’d been dumped down the shaft two months ago. Her body was still decomposing. The door that closed off the mine was heavy, but no door was that heavy.
He’d always fantasized about killing Sydney, then dumping her here. Now her body was burning to ash, which didn’t seem quite fair.
The road was still usable. It had a few potholes, but nothing too bad. He’d landed on worse before. Hank Bain was a decent pilot. He’d be able to land a plane here with no problem. Hank would need to be convinced to deliver it, but he had that covered, too.
Unfortunately, he’ll be joining Eileen and the others, but I’ll make it quick.
He’d brought the relevant photos on his phone. Hank with Sweetie, the shuttle driver in Dallas. Hank with Debbie, the owner of the coffee shop in Tulsa. Hank with Laura, the baggage porter in Minneapolis. He tilted his head. That was actually a very interesting pose. He’d never realized Hank was so flexible.
He’d taken the pictures over the years, just in case Hank got curious and looked in the cooler at the wrong time.
He brought up Hank’s number and hit CALL.
GRANITE BAY, CALIFORNIA
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 3:05 A.M.
Rafe pulled his Subaru into the Sokolovs’ driveway and Daisy was releasing Gideon’s seat belt, because he couldn’t reach it with his arm in a sling, when Rafe’s cell phone rang.
Rafe glanced over his shoulder, frowning. “It’s Erin. Wait a minute.”
So she, Gideon, and her father sat in tense silence as they listened to Rafe’s side of the conversation. Frederick was looking kind of gray and Daisy had been worrying about him when she wasn’t worrying about Gideon. Or Mercy. Her father felt guilty for his role in Mercy’s abduction, although Gideon didn’t seem to be blaming him.
At least there was that.
“You’re kidding,” Rafe said. “When?” He listened for more than a minute, then looked at Gideon, his eyes going wider. “Okay. We’ll be there in less than ten.”
He ended the call, put the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway.
“Well?” Gideon exploded when Rafe said nothing.
“We were driving when I got this call,” Rafe answered, which made no sense at all. Then he put the blue flasher on his roof and took off down the street. “Because I know you’ll want Daisy with you and Frederick won’t let her go anywhere without him.”
Gideon was shaking. “Dammit, Rafe, what’s happened? Did they find her?”
“No,” Rafe said. “But Erin was sitting next to Bain at his kitchen table when he got a call from Carson. Carson’s demanding that Hank bring him one of their planes.”
“To where?” Gideon demanded.
“He wouldn’t tell him. Bain told him that he was crazy, that there was no way he’d be able to get a plane out of the hangar with the police swarming the place. And that even if he did, no airport would let him land. Carson told Bain not to worry, that he had leverage.”
“Mercy,” Gideon breathed.
“Why did he think Bain would help him?” Frederick asked.
“Carson had photographic proof of Bain’s affairs. He’s threatening to tell his wife. But Bain’s wife already knows. He figures at this point he has nothing to lose. And maybe by helping to catch this guy, he’ll be a hero and Mrs. Bain will forgive him.”
Daisy rolled her eyes. “I wonder if he’s naive or just optimistic.”
“I don’t know,” Rafe said. “Bain asked Carson if he’d actually killed the women he’s being accused of. Carson told him no, that he was being framed, falsely accused. That if Bain didn’t believe him, he’d send the pictures to his wife right now and get help from elsewhere.”
“Does Detective Rhee know about Mercy?” Frederick asked.
Rafe nodded. “I called her before I got into the car.”
“Has Erin reported this call to SacPD or the FBI?” Daisy asked, gripping Gideon’s right hand when he crossed it over his chest.
“She called me first,” Rafe said. “She’s probably on the phone with our boss now.”
Daisy looked up at the rearview, where Rafe was periodically glancing up to watch them. “You said you were already driving so that Gideon could be there and your excuse would be that you didn’t want to take the time to drop him off?”
Rafe nodded. “Exactly.”
Gideon’s eyes closed. “Thank you.”
“I won’t regret it, will I?”
Gideon shook his head. “No. I promise.”
THIRTY
FOLSOM, CALIFORNIA
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 3:13 A.M.