In Dark Places

"Are you one of the little guys, Justin? Are you a victim now?"

"Shit, no. Me? Never. Just telling it like it is. So why are you here, Doc Robin? Want me to take another turn as your lab rat?"

"No, Justin."

"Then what's the deal?"

"I wanted to ask you a question. It's something that's been on my mind."

"Ask away. I got all kinds of time."

"You killed Tomlinson with one shot," she said slowly. "He was all over Meg, and it was dark in the cellarthere was only one flashlight to see bybut you hit him on your first try."

"Damn, I'm good."

"You killed Brand with a head shot in the middle of a car crash."

"He was a foot away. No big thing to nail your mark at that range."

"Brand didn't nail you."

"I was faster."

"You were better."

He didn't deny it. "What's your point?"

"When I was diving into the cellar, you fired right at me. And you missed."

"Then I guess them two kill shots was just luck."

"You know what I think, Justin? I think you had no problem killing in self-defense or to save Meg. But when it came time to kill me, there was a split second of hesitation. A flicker of doubt."

Gray was quiet for a long moment. Then he smilednot a warm smile, not friendly.

"Still wa

She said nothing.

He leaned forward, his ma

"I see."

"But even if I hadn't been blinded, I still might've missed, 'cause I ain't no sharpshooter. Got lucky with Tomlinson, like I said. With you, I wasn't so lucky. And you know what else?"

Her voice was low. "What, Justin?"

"Every night I lie awake on my rack, wishing I hadn't missed you. I wish I'd put you down hard. You and your cunt daughter. I wish the both of you was dead meat, six feet under. That's the cold truth."

She nodded, taking this in. "All right."

"Not what you wanted to hear?"

"I thought we might have made just a little progress."

"No such luck. Got news for you, Doc Robin. That brain machine of yours ain't go

"I guess I can't save everybody."

"You'll keep trying, I bet."

"Probably." She stood up. "Good-bye, Justin."

She took a step toward the door, where the guards were waiting.

Gray asked, "Is it your brother?"

She turned. "What?"

"You got a con in your family. That's why you're so hot to trot about this rehabilitation shit. When we were night-riding to your daughter's rescue, you almost let spill who it was."

"That's true. I remember."

"I'm betting it's your brother. Right?"

"My father, actually."

"Your dad's in lockup?"

"He died there."

"Huh." She expected a response, but he merely shrugged, absorbing the information without visible feeling. In his world, bad things just happened. That was life. There was no particular way to feel about it. "You say hello to Meg for me."

"She'll never even know I was here."

"Figured that. I'll be thinking of her, though. Look forward to seeing her again."

"You'll never see her."

She reached the door. Gray called after her, "Don't be so sure about that, Doc Robin. Keep looking over your shoulder. Someday I'll be there."

She looked back almost sadly. "I don't think so, Justin."

"Count on it." His head was lifted in adolescent bravado. "You hear me, Doc? These walls can't hold me forever."

Robin stared at him. "Yes, they can."

In his eyes, she saw that he knew it, too.

She turned, and the door shut behind her with a clang of solemn finality that rang in her ears as she walked slowly away.

Author's Note

As always, readers are invited to visit my Web site at http://michaelprescott.freeservers.com, where you'll find information on my previous and upcoming books, as well as interviews, personal essays, and an e-mail address. Many thanks to my agent, Jane Dystel of Dystel amp; Goderich Literary Management, for her help throughout the writing of this book; to Miriam Goderich, also of DGLM, for valuable feedback and encouragement; to Tiffany Yates, for her expert copy editing; and to Doug Grad, senior editor at New American Library, for reading the manuscript with care and sensitivity. Thanks also to the sales and marketing professionals at NAL who manage the difficult job of getting the books into the stores.