Rusty Nail

“That’s because you’re limited, Jack. You don’t allow yourself to see the big picture. Power is a turn-on. Having control over someone’s suffering, over someone’s life and death, is like the best gift in the world. After making one of these videos, Charles and I would have the most mind-blowing sex.”

Yuck. Yuck yuck yuck. Having sex after murdering people was bad enough, but sex with your brother?

“That’s even more disgusting than having sex with McGlade.”

“There you go, Jack. Getting all judgmental. You’ve met Father. Can you imagine what growing up in that house was like? The abuse that Charles and I had to endure? All we had was each other. It was the purest kind of love in the world.”

Holly got dreamy-eyed.

“What about Caleb?” I said. “You grew up with him too.”

Her face became hard.

“Caleb was trash. He had it coming. For the longest time it was just me and Charles. Then Caleb came into the picture. Charles treated Caleb like a brother. Where did that leave me?”

“And Steve Jensen?”

“Caleb was easy to manipulate. Jensen wasn’t. He had to go. You were right, when we were in the morgue. Two people killed Jensen. Me and Caleb. Then I killed Caleb, and I’m going to do the same thing to you, and to everyone who ever hurt Charles. I’m his avenger.”

I didn’t want to play psychoanalyze the psycho, so I changed the subject.

“Those videos should be burned.”

“Grab the bag. Then go back into the kitchen.”

She kicked Latham, who was kneeling with his face on the bed. The back of his head was matted with blood.

“Move your ass, loverboy, or I’ll kill you here.”

Latham managed to get to his feet, and he was the first to stagger out of the room. I went second, the Wolverine pressed to my back.

Bud was still curled up on the linoleum, shaking so badly I could feel the vibrations through the floor.

“How do you feel, Father?”

“Hurts… hurts bad.”

“But pain is good, right, Father? Pain is cleansing. Isn’t that what you taught us?”

“Washes… washes away sin.”

She moved one gun off me, onto him.

“And you’ve got a lot of sin to wash away, don’t you, Father?”

“Lots of sin… lots…”

Holly pulled the trigger, shooting her father in the side. Both Latham and I jumped at the sound. Bud’s eyes snapped open and he let out a low, agonizing moan.

“Gut shot. Supposed to hurt really bad. Does it hurt, Father?”

“Yes…”

Holly looked at me and stuck the Glock in the front of her jeans.

“It’s not really his fault. You should hear the stories about what my grandparents did to him. But that’s not an excuse. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to have children.”

She turned back to her father. I knew what was coming and couldn’t watch. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“The Lord may forgive you, Father. But I don’t.”

I heard the sizzle, and then the piercing scream as Holly dumped the pot of oil onto her father’s head.

The scream was blessedly short. I opened my eyes. The ruin on the floor that was once Bud had passed out.

“Grab your boyfriend, Jack. It’s time for us to go.”

I held Latham by the elbow. His gait was wobbly, and I was limping, but I managed to get him out the kitchen.

“Where’s your car?”

“On the street in front.”

“Okay, let’s…”

Holly paused, staring down at Mr. Friskers’s catnip mouse toy. She smiled.

“I didn’t know you had a cat, Jack. I just adore cats.”

I bet she adored cats. In the same way she adored human beings.

“What’s its name?”

“Mr. Friskers.”

Holly frowned. “What a shitty name. Why’d you name him that?”

“That was his name when I got him.”

“Call him.”

I considered what Holly would do if I said no.

“Mr. Friskers! Come here!”

As expected, Mr. Friskers didn’t come here.

“What makes him come?”

“Nothing. The cat doesn’t like me.”

“So why do you have it?”

“It’s my mother’s.”

“Your mom is a vegetable, right? Get rid of the damn thing. I’ll even help you. Here kitty, kitty, kitty…”

Holly made kissy sounds.

I willed the cat to stay put. The gunfire had probably scared him to death, and he was probably hiding under the couch, or the bed.

“Here he comes. That’s a good kitty.”

Mr. Friskers trotted right up to Holly’s feet. I felt something die in my heart. Nasty as that cat was, I’d gotten used to the damn thing.

“Wow.” Holly reached a hand down to him. “You’re an ugly one, aren’t you?”

Mr. Friskers gave her a vicious swat across the back of her hand and bounded away.

I didn’t try to hide my grin. “I think you hurt his feelings.”

Holly lifted her hand, noticing the blood. She licked it away, then raised the gun to my head.

“Find the cat, Jack. He’s coming with us.”

Rather than argue, I dropped the bag, hobbled over to the sofa, got down on all fours, and peered underneath it.

“Is he there?”

“Nothing but a family of dust bu

“Move it, or I’ll turn your boyfriend into a girlfriend.”

She pointed the gun at Latham’s crotch, a move that made him noticeably uncomfortable.

I crawled over to the dining room table, and I spotted it.

The.45 Lorna dropped when Bud shot her.

I didn’t bother to question how it got eight feet out of the kitchen. Instead, I scrambled for it as fast as I could.

“There he is!” I pointed, stretching out, reaching for the gun, wrapping my hand around the butt and bringing it around to Holly, thumbing off the safety, aiming at her head and squeezing the trigger.

Click.

Empty. Stupid Lorna had run out of bullets.

Which was why I freaking hated automatics.

This delighted Holly.

“Jack, I wish you could have seen your face when you fired and nothing happened. It was priceless. You would have killed me too. Damn, that was fast. I didn’t even have time to bring my gun up.”

I blew out a deep breath and came very close to crying.

“Maybe you can load it with that M &M you found.”

I clenched my teeth, determined not to let her see me break down. And then my cat, my mean, stupid, a

I held him close.

“Do you have a cat carrier?”

“Closet. On your left.”

Holly went to the closet, took out the small cage, and

tossed it to the floor.

“Pack him up. It’s time to go.”

The next few minutes were a blur. I crated Mr. Friskers and the four of us left my apartment, went down the stairs, and climbed into my car. Holly and Latham in the back, me and the cat in the front. I drove.

“Get on the expressway, head for Elk Grove. Anything fu

“I remember you missed me at Diane Kork’s house.”

“Missed you? I nicked your ear. That’s what I was aiming at. I didn’t want to kill you, Jack.”

“Why not? You could have killed me a dozen times already. Why haven’t you? Why go through all of this?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

I didn’t think I wanted to know the answer.