“He would have killed me,” said Maura. “If Gabriel and Sansone hadn’t stopped him, that man would have shot me in cold blood, the way he shot Rat. No questions asked.”
Jane glanced at her husband, who stood by the window, looking out over the medical center parking lot. Gabriel neither contradicted nor confirmed what Maura had said, but remained strangely uncommunicative, letting Maura tell the story. Except for the murmur of the TV, its volume turned low, the ICU visitors’ lounge was quiet.
“There’s something all wrong about what happened up there,” Maura said. “Something that doesn’t make any sense. Why was he so determined to kill us?” She looked up, and Jane scarcely recognized her friend in that gaunt and bruised face. Maura’s usually flawless skin was marred by scratches that were now scabbing over. The new sweater she wore hung far too loose on her frame, and her collarbones stood out on the pitifully thin chest. Without her stylish clothes, her makeup, Maura looked as vulnerable as any other woman, and that unsettled Jane. If even cool, confident Maura Isles could be reduced to this battered creature, then so could anyone. Even me.
“A deputy was killed,” said Jane. “You know how things turn out whenever a cop goes down. Justice gets a little rough.” Again she glanced at her husband, waiting for him to comment, but Gabriel just stared in silence at the glitteringly clear morning. Although he’d shaved and showered after his return from the mountain, he still looked exhausted and wind-burned, tired eyes squinting against the sunlight.
“No, he showed up there intending to kill us,” said Maura. “Just like that deputy did, on Doyle Mountain. I think this is all about Kingdom Come. And what I wasn’t supposed to see there.”
“Well, we now know what that was,” said Jane.
The day before, the last of forty-one bodies had been recovered from the burial pit. Twelve men, nineteen women, and ten children—most of them girls. The majority showed no signs of trauma, but Maura had seen enough in Kingdom Come to know the victims had surely been force-marched to their graves. The blood on the stairs, the abandoned meals, the pets left behind to starve—all pointed to mass murder.
“They couldn’t let any of you live,” said Jane. “Not after what you saw in that village.”
“The day I hiked out, I heard a snowplow coming up the mountain,” said Maura. “I thought they were finally there to rescue us. If I’d been there, with the others …”
“You would have ended up like them,” said Jane. “With your skull fractured and your body burned up in the Suburban. All they had to do was roll it into the ravine, set it on fire, and that was the end of it. Just a group of unlucky tourists, dead in an accident, no questions asked.” Jane paused. “I’m afraid I complicated things for you.”
“How?”
“By insisting that you were still missing. I brought your clothes for the tracking dogs. I gave them everything they needed to hunt you down.”
“I’d be dead now,” said Maura softly. “If it weren’t for the boy.”
“Seems to me, you returned the favor.” Jane reached out to take Maura’s hand. It felt strange to do so, because Maura was not a woman who invited touches or hugs. But she did not flinch at Jane’s touch; she seemed too weary to react at all.
“The case will all come together,” said Jane. “It may take time, but I’m confident they’ll find enough to tie it to The Gathering.”
“And Jeremiah Goode.”
Jane nodded. “It couldn’t have happened unless he ordered it. But even if those people voluntarily drank poison, it’s still mass murder. Because you’re talking about children, who had no choice at all.”
“Then the boy’s mother. His sister …”
Jane shook her head. “If they were living in Kingdom Come, they’re probably among the dead. None of them have been identified yet. The first autopsy will be done today. Potassium cyanide is everyone’s guess.”
“Like Jonestown,” said Maura softly.
Jane nodded. “Fast, effective, and available.”
Maura looked up. “But they were his followers. The chosen ones. Why would he suddenly want them dead?”
“That’s a question only Jeremiah can answer. And right now, no one knows where he is.”
The door opened, and an ICU nurse stepped in. “Dr. Isles? The police have left, and the boy’s asking for you again.”
“They should leave the poor kid alone,” said Maura as she pushed herself out of the armchair. “I’ve already told them everything.” For a moment she looked dangerously weak and wobbly, but she managed to regain her balance and followed the nurse out of the room.
Jane waited until the door swung shut again, then she looked at her husband. “Okay. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
He sighed. “Everything.”
“Care to be more specific?”
He turned and faced her. “Maura’s absolutely right. Montgomery Loftus fully intended to kill her and the boy. He didn’t come with our search party. He was canny enough to predict the boy would head for Absolem’s cabin, and he hired a chopper to drop him off there. That’s where he waited to ambush them. If we hadn’t stopped him, he would have killed them both.”
“What’s his motive?”
“He claims he just wanted justice to be done. And no one around here is questioning that. After all, these are his friends and neighbors.”
And we’re just the meddlesome outsiders, thought Jane. She looked out the window at the parking lot, where Sansone was walking Bear. They made an odd couple, the wild-looking dog and the man in the cashmere coat. But Bear seemed to trust him, and willingly jumped into the car when Sansone opened the door for the drive back to the hotel.
“Martineau and Loftus,” Jane said softly. “Is there a connection between them?”
“Maybe there’s a money trail to follow. If Martineau got paid off by the Dahlia Group …”
She looked at Gabriel. “I’ve heard that Montgomery Loftus is having money trouble. He’s barely hanging on to the Double L Ranch. He’s ripe to be bought off, too.”
“To kill Maura and a sixteen-year-old kid?” Gabriel shook his head. “He doesn’t seem like a man you could buy off with money alone.”
“Maybe it was a lot of money. If so, that’s going to be hard to hide.”
Gabriel glanced at his watch. “I think it’s time I head to Denver.”
“We’ve got a mysterious shell company in Maryland. And large amounts of money being thrown around. This is starting to feel really big, Jane.”
“Forty-one dead bodies isn’t big enough?”
He gave a somber shake of the head. “That may be just the tip of the iceberg.”