Stranded

She was almost free of the tangled mess when she saw Otis jump down off the bank and onto the sandbar. He didn’t call to Jack. He didn’t seem to notice her, didn’t even look in her direction. He walked straight for the men with purpose, but not at all in a hurry. There was an u

He came within a foot of the twisted knot of men and dog. Otis was so close he could easily reach out with those huge hands of his and simply pluck the men apart. But instead he stopped and stood over them.

Then he raised the revolver in his hand and fired.

CHAPTER 73

The blast echoed through the trees and everything stopped.

No birds, no breeze, no rushing water. Maggie’s ears filled with the beat of her heart and the sound of her breathing.

“Otis, stop,” she yelled.

One shot. Only one. Why was he waiting?

Only one because he didn’t need to fire again. He had hit his target. Maggie’s stomach sank to her knees.

She shoved herself out of the debris, finally free, and staggered in the knee-deep water. The sandy river bottom sucked at her boots. The cold river numbed her senses. It was taking a lifetime for her to cross the forty feet of river. She didn’t look down. Didn’t check for logs jutting up out of the water. She didn’t take her eyes off the scene on the sandbar. Otis stood stockstill over the pile of limbs that hadn’t moved. Only the dog had backed away and now stood pointing, alert and waiting, not knowing what to do without its master’s instruction.

Otis’s hand with the gun fell to his side as he looked toward Maggie. She still wasn’t sure if he saw her, though she was thrashing through the water now. Adrenaline and dread kicking her heartbeat back up a notch. Then Otis slowly sank down onto his knees, letting the gun drag in the sand.

“Not right,” he mumbled. “Just not right.”

Maggie got to the sandbar as one of the men began to stir. The sand beneath them was red with blood. Maggie kept moving. She heard a moan and there was more movement. The dog raced toward the men, sniffing and poking. That’s when she saw that it was Creed pushing his way out from under Jack’s dead body. The dog had Jack’s shirttail in his teeth and was helping to pull the obstacle off his master.

Somewhere in the distance Maggie heard the helicopter.

Relief swept too quickly. She wanted to help Creed but she needed to focus on Otis. He hadn’t moved from where he had gone down in the sand. Now sitting, legs tucked under him, the man looked spent. But the revolver was still too close.

“I just wa

Creed rolled onto his side, pushing the rest of Jack’s body off him.

“Bolo, stay.”

The dog immediately let go of the mouthful of Jack’s shirt. Bolo sat facing his master, anxiously waiting for his next command. Creed sat back in the sand and tapped his right palm against his heart. The dog bounded to his master, tail wagging. Immediately Creed’s hands were examining where blood streaked the side of the dog’s tan coat.

Maggie stepped around Jack’s body. She could see the back of his head had been blasted away. She kept moving, slowly, not wanting to set off Otis. As she eased her way toward Otis, she came around Creed. She was close enough to touch him, and she dragged her fingertips gently across his back. He looked up and she caught his eyes. They were a blue so deep she couldn’t imagine them lifeless. She pointed at Otis, giving Creed a warning look. And she continued her slow movement toward the sitting giant.

“I just wa

She stood off to his side, her shadow casting over him, and he looked up at her.

“Miss Helen’s was a real nice place, you know.” His tongue darted out to lick his lips and he squinted his eyes. His head tilted like he was thinking about it. “I was calm there. She was good to me and Jack. She was real good to me. Just like Miss Gwen.”

“Miss Helen sounds like a very special lady,” Maggie said.

Then the smile lifted one side of his mouth as if he had tasted something bad. “She wouldn’t like what Jack was doing.”

Maggie was sure he had forgotten about the gun, discarded in the sand right next to him. If she picked it up right now, would he even notice? But just as she reached down for it, Otis’s hand snatched it up.

And Maggie’s heart stopped.

His eyes met hers again, forehead furrowed, anxious but still gri

“I just wa

“We’ll do that, Otis. We’ll all go home,” she said.

CHAPTER 74

SACRED HEART HOSPITAL

PENSACOLA, FLORIDA

Maggie didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until she felt the tap on her shoulder. She was startled to find Gwen in front of her and for a moment she couldn’t remember where she was.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you.”

Not only had Maggie fallen asleep, but she had managed to curl up into the waiting room’s double-set chairs outside of the trauma center.

“When did you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago. Thunderstorms delayed the flight in.”

And now Maggie could see the flashes of lightning out the windows down the hall. Without warning, she smelled firewood and the musty cabin. She rubbed her eyes, pretending to wipe at the exhaustion when she really wanted to erase the image of Jack’s smile and his wolflike black eyes. One look at the concern and fatigue on Gwen’s face and Maggie shoved aside Jack and Otis.

“They said he’s still in surgery.”

“Yes,” Maggie said, and she patted the seat beside her for Gwen to sit. “But the bullet went clean through.”

She saw her friend wince.

“ ‘Bullet’ and ‘clean’ in the same sentence sounds like an oxymoron. How are you?” Gwen asked as she reached up and touched Maggie’s face.

A nurse in the ER had cleaned her scrapes and cuts, but Maggie knew she probably looked like hell.

“I’m okay.”

“I have to warn you. AD Kunze is here, too.”

“In Pensacola?”

“He’s with the Florida Highway Patrol and Otis.” Gwen noticed the look on Maggie’s face and added, “He was worried.”

“Now I know I’m dreaming.”

Gwen smiled but it didn’t last.

“I should have seen it,” she told Maggie, and suddenly her eyes had strayed to the far windows and the flickers of light. “I should have known Otis was lying.”

“Don’t be silly. How were you supposed to know?”

“I’m a psychologist, for God’s sake. I should be able to tell when someone’s lying.”

“Jack would have found another way,” Maggie said. “Even without Otis. He’s been stalking me for over a month. Ever since we found Gloria Dobson’s body outside that burning warehouse in the District. He brought me all the way to the Iowa farm just so he could watch me dig up his handiwork. Did you know he was there? At the farm with us?”

Gwen nodded.

“He actually helped us unearth the garbage bag. He watched the CSU tech pull out the receipt he’d left. The one for the orange socks.” Now that she thought about it, Maggie laughed, but there was no humor in it. “The bastard went out with us for drinks afterward. And I didn’t know. I have a master’s in behavioral science and ten years of profiling and I didn’t know that a serial killer was sitting across the table from me. And you think you should have known that Otis was lying to you?”

They both went silent. The doors to the trauma center opened and a yellow-gowned surgical staff member came out and then disappeared down the hall.