Pine closed her eyes for a moment, inwardly seething at this oversight on her part.
“And do you also have Carol Blum?” she asked after she reopened her eyes.
Buckley nodded. “She is an important part of this.”
“And what exactly is this?”
Buckley turned back to Mercy. “You killed my brother.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“What I meant to say was you didn’t know you had, but you did.”
“That’s as clear as mud.”
“His name was Ken. You stopped him from hurting Rosa. He pulled a knife and then a gun on you. You beat him up.”
Mercy sucked in a breath and looked over at Pine. “He wasn’t dead. I checked his pulse. And even though he hit his head, he wasn’t a quad. I checked that, too.”
Buckley said, “He later died of a brain aneurysm, probably from his head hitting the ground.”
Mercy eyed him more closely. “I saw you at that house and thought you looked familiar. It’s because you look like Ken around the eyes and jaw.”
“You said he deserved it,” Pine pointed out. “It was kill or be killed. And she didn’t even know he was dead. So what exactly are you trying to do here?”
Buckley crossed one leg over another. “It’s payback, but it’s complicated payback. Not really connected to the incident with Ken and your sister.”
Now Pine sucked in a breath.
Buckley smiled at her discomfort. “Yes, we know all about that. What you two represent is symbolic, really.”
“Again, clear as mud, as my sister said before.”
“The government caused my father’s death, and turned my mother and my sisters against the rest of the family. I was the only one to really make anything of myself. The payback is against the government. Since I, of course, can’t do it directly, I am going to do it indirectly, using you two.”
“So you’re going to kill us as revenge on the government? Doesn’t that strike you as a little bit insane?”
“Not at all. It’s incredibly logical and has a certain symmetry. And Ken was my brother. Regardless of whether it was justified or not, your sister killed him. In my world, that requires payback. So I’m killing two birds with one stone, at least figuratively.”
“So we both die then?”
“Not necessarily.”
“What does that mean? And where is Carol?”
“She’s safe. In answer to your first question, it will become apparent in short order.”
“What will?”
“What I have devised for you. But let me warn you, it will be more difficult than anything you’ve ever faced.”
“We’ve both faced a lot,” said Pine, while Mercy just watched him.
“You’ve faced nothing like this,” said Buckley. “I can assure you.”
On that, he rose and left.
CHAPTER
69
TWO DAYS PASSED AND PINE SLEPT uncomfortably, waking at odd hours. She noted with some envy that her sister slept soundly, seemingly untroubled by the situation they were in. During the day, and knowing that they were probably under surveillance, they discussed things. Mercy filled Pine in on what had happened with Ken.
“I didn’t think I hit him that hard,” she said. “But he was going to shoot me.”
“You did nothing wrong,” said Pine.
“Oh, I know that,” said Mercy matter-of-factly.
They talked about Mercy’s life after she was taken. Her years with the Atkinses were painful for Pine to learn about, and she believed that Mercy glossed over some of it, perhaps to spare her the hardship of learning about it. The years after her sister escaped from the Atkinses were also difficult to hear about, particularly when she had been repeatedly brutalized by people along the way.
“I let it happen,” Mercy said simply. “And then I stopped letting it happen.”
“You didn’t let anything happen. The Atkinses kept you in a cage and then you got free. You weren’t capable of handling any of what happened to you, Mercy. None of this was fair to you.”
“Nothing about life is fair, at least for people like me. But I got things straightened out eventually.”
Pine watched her twin closely. “Now I wish you had left me. Then you wouldn’t be stuck here.”
“I was the one the dude was after. They would have found me at some point. At least we can face it together, have each other’s backs.”
Pine reached out and touched her sister’s arm. “I just wish I knew where they were keeping Carol. Just because he said she was okay means nothing. I want to see that she’s okay.”
“I wonder what the guy meant about what we would be facing.”
“He strikes me as the type to understate, rather than embellish things. So, I guess we’re right to be worried.”
“Do you think the FBI is looking for us?”
“I’m sure they are. They’ll have gone over the Atkinses’ house by now. What’s left of it, anyway. They’ll have found Bertrand’s remains. They’ll bring everything they have on this one.” She said this louder, in the hopes that they were being spied on.
Mercy glanced out the window. “Any idea where we are?”
Pine looked out the window, too. “Western U.S., I think. If I had to guess, I’d say Utah or Idaho, maybe Colorado. I’ve been through those states a lot, and I recognize the topography.”
“Then we must have been flown here. I don’t think we were out long enough to have been driven.”
“Which means the man has his own jet with pilots who won’t talk.”
“He looked like money,” said Mercy.
“And this looks like some sort of compound. A jail, perimeter fencing, armed guards.”
Mercy said in barely a whisper, “Like the dude from Waco? I read about that.”
Pine replied in a low voice. “David Koresh? I don’t know. Our guy strikes me as more of a businessman, not some crazed cult leader.”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Mercy lay back on her bed and put her arm behind her head.
Pine watched her for about a minute, certain things inside of her building, like a jet’s engines creating barely suppressed thrust before takeoff. Finally, unable to stay silent any longer, she said, “I’m sorry about everything, Mercy.”
Mercy glanced at her. “This wasn’t your fault. Dude was after me. I should be apologizing to you.”
“No, I didn’t mean that. I meant . . . ” Pine looked down, gathering the words she wanted to use as precisely as possible. Only her emotion was impeding her effort at logic. Finally, emotion won out.
“I should have looked for you long before now. I just went on with my life and . . . It was like you weren’t . . . I didn’t deserve to . . . have . . . any . . . fucking thing. I . . . hate . . . myself.”
Pine leaned forward, her head nearly touching her knees, wrapped her arms around herself, and started to sob. It was like someone had just dropped an entire world on her soul, crushing it to nothing.