“I was protecting Sigma Rho from those who would destroy it. You don’t understand how hard it is to build something good, something worthwhile. Something that lasts.”
“And you do?” Regan countered. She kept a close watch on Rachel’s hand, the one with the knife against Lucas. As Rachel moved backward, Regan moved forward. “Let me tell you what I know. You got a bunch of underage sorority girls drunk and stoned. One of the girls freaked out and died in an accident. You couldn’t stand the thought that you might have to take responsibility for your actions, so you disposed of the body and threatened the girls to keep quiet.”
“Adele’s death was an accident.”
“Yes. And if you had reported it you might have been fired, or maybe not, but none of those girls would have suffered. None of them would have died. But you couldn’t do that. You couldn’t take responsibility, and when Candace couldn’t live with the guilt of what you all did, you killed her. You strangled her and drowned her at the aquatics center, then moved her body in an attempt to thwart the investigation.”
Rachel scowled. “Taylor killed her.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You can’t prove anything.”
“Convenient, because Taylor is dead.”
“She killed herself out of guilt.”
“The police are looking at Taylor’s death as a possible homicide.”
“No one can prove anything.”
“Then, why are you running? Why did you kidnap Lucas if no one can prove anything?”
Rachel hesitated. Then she said, “People lie. And some people want to hurt me. They lie about me because they’re jealous. I have to protect myself!”
“Let him go.”
“That stupid, stupid podcast. He needs to pay for stirring up all that shit.”
“If there’s no evidence that you killed anyone, then all we have on you is kidnapping. You might be able to plead down. You let him go, the courts will go easy on you. You’re a smart, attractive young woman without a record.”
Her eyes flickered, and Regan wondered if there was more about Rachel’s past that they didn’t know. Something that might make the courts not go easy on her.
Also, Regan had already mentioned Nicole, and Rachel hadn’t denied Regan’s theory. Rachel was weighing everything, who knew what and how she could get out of this situation. Regan could practically see the wheels turning in her head.
She wished Rachel wasn’t holding Lucas so close, plus Lucas was injured. She needed to find a way to signal Lucas when to run. He kept looking right and left, as if he wanted to bolt, but didn’t move out of fear or because he was injured worse than it appeared.
“Stop moving toward the mine,” Regan ordered. “Is this how you want to be remembered? A fugitive, kidnapping a college kid, fleeing police, dying in the middle of nowhere?”
“I’m not going to die! I’m not going to prison.”
“Let Lucas go, and I’ll let you leave.”
“I’m not an idiot, Regan.”
“Walk with Lucas to your Jeep, get in, and leave. I’m not a cop. I can’t arrest you.”
“You’re not going to let me go.”
“I will, as long as you don’t hurt Lucas.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Rachel was now at the mine entrance. Her knife cut into Lucas; blood seeped through his white shirt. Regan didn’t like this. It didn’t seem that Rachel even realized what she was doing.
“I know who’s down in the mine,” said Regan. “Adele Overton and Joseph Abernathy. You killed him, made it seem like he left town after he supposedly killed Candace.”
Rachel stared at her as if Regan had read her mind.
Regan continued. “You thought you could kill Lucas and add his body to the collection. But if you kill Lucas, I will kill you. You have until the count of three. Drop the knife, or I take you down. One.”
“You can’t shoot me. I’m unarmed.”
“Two.”
Rachel pulled Lucas with her into the mine. But as she did so, her hand hit the wood planks, and the knife fell to the ground.
Regan ran toward them. Rachel looked like she wanted to pick up the knife but saw Regan coming and disappeared into the mine, still holding Lucas.
Regan followed. “Lucas!”
She couldn’t see anything at first, completely blind in the dark, only a thin beam of light coming through the opening.
To her right was movement, but she couldn’t tell if it was Rachel or Lucas, so she couldn’t shoot.
At the last minute, she saw a rock coming at her. She ducked just in time, but then a second rock hit her head, and a third pummeled on her shoulder. She winced, barely keeping herself from crying out. She wouldn’t give Rachel the satisfaction.
“Lucas!” she called.
“Here.”
His voice was faint, but he was somewhere on the ground.
Rachel rushed her from the right, a small boulder in her upraised hands. Regan had been expecting it, based on the trajectory of the rock that hit her. Regan could barely see, but she had her gun out and fired three times.
Rachel fell to the ground.
“Lucas! Give me your hand.”
She saw a hand come up in the dim light, and she grabbed it, pulled him up. She saw Rachel’s body in the shadows, prone on the ground, and while she was certain she was dead, Regan needed to get Lucas to safety before she could be sure. She immediately left the mine, holding Lucas up.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He didn’t answer.
Four deputy sheriff’s vehicles pulled into the clearing.
“Gun down!” one of them called out.
She immediately holstered her weapon. “I’m Regan Merritt. My identification is in my truck on the ridge. I’m working with Brian Hernandez from Flagstaff. The kidnapper is in the mine. I shot her. Be careful, I don’t know if she’s dead, and I don’t know if she has another weapon. Her knife is on the ground near the entrance.”
She sat Lucas down behind the Jeep and he leaned against the rear, his head resting on the bumper. “Are you okay?” she asked again. “You’re bleeding.”
He was out of breath, perhaps drugged, but he was alive.
“Talk to me, Lucas.”
“I’m okay. It hurts, but I’m okay.”
Thank God, she thought.