moving, always toward the trap.'
'He didn't catch anything in his trap,' Jordan pointed out. 'Did he?'
'He didn't get Paris's ability,' Dani said. 'But this attack… it was different. It was stronger, more focused. He may have gained something, even if it wasn't a new ability. The experience alone could have given him something of value to him.'
'You said you thought you hurt him,' Marc reminded her.
'It felt like I did. A sense of pain, of frustration. But… it wasn't a crippling injury. There was still the echo of a very strong, distinct presence, a personality-especially right at the end, when I discharged all that energy. He knew he'd lost… this round.'
Jordan said. 'Shit. This round?'
'It isn't over,' Marc said.
Epilogue
BOSTON
Senator Abe LeMott turned from the window and looked at the man in his visitor's chair. 'So that's it?'
Bishop said, 'The monster who killed your daughter will spend the remainder of his pathetic life screaming at the walls, babbling about some prophecy he probably created when his own acts became too evil even for him. We may never know; whatever was left of his mind got broken there at the end. Or maybe a long time before the end.'
'And the monster who pulled his strings? The cold, calculating mind behind him?'
'We never saw him,' Bishop said. 'Even though we believe he was close enough, more than once, to watch. Close enough to affect some of us. Close enough to hunt and possibly even capture the… prey… for his pet killer.'
LaMott's mouth twisted. 'Like feeding a spider.'
'Yes.'
'So who spun the web?'
'So far we haven't found so much as a trace of evidence that he even exists. Except, of course, that we know he does.'
'What else do you know?'
'I believe I know where to start looking for him.'
Senator LeMott smiled. 'That's good, Bishop. That's very good indeed.'
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