'They're leaving,' he said.
'Yes.'
'Tell Carl to let them through the gate. No questions asked.'
'I'll see to it.'
Samuel drew another difficult breath. 'The weather report?'
'Rain by the weekend. No mention of storms.'
A ghost of a laugh escaped Samuel. 'Murphy's Law.'
In a measured tone, DeMarco said, 'With all due respect, this is a waste of your energy.'
'I have no choice.'
'According to the Prophecy, we're safe for now You said it was summer. You said she was older.'
'I may have been wrong.'
'Prophecies,' DeMarco said, still in that deliberate voice, 'are tricky beasts. By acting before it's time, you may bring about the very thing you hope to avoid.'
'Perhaps I can't avoid it. Perhaps I never could.' Samuel's lips twisted into something more grimace than smile. 'They don't understand. They'll never understand. They want me dead, Reese. Worse than dead. Broken. Destroyed. Especially him.'
'It doesn't have to end that way.'
'It willunless I destroy him before he can destroy me.'
'They have no proof. No evidence. If they had, they would have come after you a long time ago. You're safe here.'
'Among my people.'
'Father'
'They are my people, aren't they? Bound to me body and soul?'
'Of course, Father.'
'Will they die for me, Reese? Will you?'
Steadily, without hesitation, DeMarco replied, 'Of course, Father.'
Samuel's mouth twisted into another of those not-quite-smiles. 'Good. Now, let Carl know he's to allow the chief and Mrs. Gray to leave. Andsend Ruth to me.'
'Of course, Father.' DeMarco withdrew from the study, closing the door quietly. He passed back through the apartment, and it wasn't until the main door was closed behind him that the tension in his shoulders eased.
Just a little.
He paused for an instant, almost leaning back against the door, then drew a deep breath, straightened, and went on to do Father's bidding.
'I would have put you in the backseat,' Sawyer said, his voice more than a little grim. 'But I thought there'd be fewer questions this way.'
Tessa blinked at him, feeling a little dizzy and very confused. She looked down, realizing that she was buckled into the passenger side of his Jeeptightly buckled. She eased the shoulder strap a little and tried to ask a baffled question. 'Where?'
'We just left the Compound. I'll send somebody to get your car later. Nobody was around when I carried you to the Jeep, and for once Fisk just opened the gates without comment.'
'Carried me?'
'The pet cemetery. Don't you remember? What the hell happened to you back there? You were out. And I mean out. You didn't faintyou were almost comatose.'
Tessa forced her sluggish mind off the subject of her apparently unconscious self being carried a goodly distance by a very attractive man she hardly knew, and tried to remember. It took a minute or two, but the fog in her brain seemed to be dissipating as they left the Compound behind. She felt bone-weary, but at least she could think again. And remember.
'The pet cemetery. Jesus. He killed them. All the pets, the livestock. It was He was furious.'
Sawyer let out a rough sigh, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. 'That's what I thought you said. You had a vision?'
'Of sorts. I don't really have visions, usually, I just know things. And I know that. I felt it.'
'Shit. He killed them? All at once?'
'I think so. Last October. He was away for a while, for weeks at least, and when he came back there was some kind of power struggle going on inside the congregation. Somebody else wanted to run the church. Samuel was'
'He was what??' Sawyer shot her a sharp glance but then returned his attention to the road, intent on putting more distance between them and the church.
'Weakened.' Tessa's voice was hardly more than a murmur, and she stared straight ahead, struggling to sort through the images and emotions she was remembering. 'Hurt. He had tried to use his abilities in different ways, new ways, but there was somebody stronger fighting back. He lost that fight. Badly. And then came back home to rebellion. It was more than he could stand. He called them all to that outside pulpit, even though there was a storm coming. Maybe because there was a storm coming. He didn't think he'd have the strength to tap into it, but'
'But?'
She shook her head. 'Somehow he did. Somehow he drew energy from the storm. I'm not sure exactly what happened; it's all fuzzy and jumbled. All I know for sure is that the problemthe man who wanted to run the church his wayvanished. Samuel's congregation was convinced all over again that they should follow him. And all the animals died.'
The words were barely out of her mouth when Tessa felt something move against her foot. Under normal circumstances, she probably would have jumped in alarm, but she was too tired to waste the energy. Instead, she merely leaned forward to see what it was.
A big shoulder bag, the type students sometimes carried their books or notebooks or laptops in. Heavy canvas, with a flap opening.
'Is this yours?' she asked, even though she knew as soon as she touched it that it didn't belong to him.
He looked over as she lifted the bag from the floorboard and held it in her lap. 'No, I've never seen it before. Tessa, be careful.'
'It's all right.' She unfastened the big clasp and pushed the heavy flap back. Inside, shivering and staring up at her fearfully, was a tiny white poodle.
Sawyer frowned. 'A dog? From inside the Compound?'
'Unless you brought her with you today.' Tessa was cautious until the little dog licked her fingers. Then she lifted what was hardly more than a handful of curling fur out of the bag and held the delicate creature in the crook of her arm. Instantly, the dog snuggled against her and stopped shivering. 'Which I gather you didn't.'
'No, I didn't. And if all the animals were killed, how could that little thing survive?'
'I think she had help.' Tessa had used her free hand to rummage in the side pockets of the bag and discovered a folded piece of paper. What gave her pause was the fact that her own name was block-printed on the outside.
'What?' Sawyer asked.
'Did you see anybody around the Jeep? Somebody who could have realized I wouldn't be going back to my own car?'
'No, I didn't see a soul. And I was watching all the way down the hill. I figured I'd have to explain myself, or at least answer a question or two, especially with that camera trained on the so-called natural church. Kept expecting DeMarco to show up.'
'I wonder why he didn't,' Tessa murmured as she opened the note. Then she read the brief message written in the same carefully printed handwriting that was on the outside of the note, and the question of why DeMarco