Twenty-Nine
Nashville, Tennessee
“R uth, Ruth, Ruth. Tsk. I am so disappointed in you.”
She squirmed. The wood must be biting into her knees.
“Ewan, it’s not my fault. Please believe me. I left nothing to chance. Nothing. There’s no way they could follow my trail back to you.”
He had to admit, he was enjoying the sheer panic in Ruth’s voice. She was expecting to be killed. He didn’t disabuse her of the notion. She knew the penalties for failure.
“And yet they did. Now how do you suppose that happened? Hmm? Because it certainly wasn’t anything I did.”
He gave her hair a little tug. She was on her knees facing him, and he had a fistful of brown. She grimaced, but didn’t cry out. Strong little Ruth. Willing to do most anything for him. Lie. Steal. Kill. Handy in a sister.
“Answer me, Ruth. What do they have on me?”
Her words came out in harsh little pants. “Nothing. I swear to you, nothing. If they found my apartment it was totally by chance. Someone must have recognized me at one of the crime scenes. They had pictures of us coming in the door from the security cameras. They must have shown them around and someone figured out it was me. I know it wasn’t Newt or Harvey. We killed Newt as soon as we got out of North Carolina.”
“You killed Newt? I didn’t give permission for that.”
“I’m sorry. I had to. I was afraid…”
“Afraid of what?”
Tears formed in her eyes. “Afraid that you had told him to kill me, or Harvey. I couldn’t take the chance.”
“Don’t you trust me, Ruth? I’m your brother.”
The mongoose to the cobra.
“Of course I trust you, Ewan. But Newt was acting weird, checking his email constantly. I just got freaked out. Maybe he was a plant, you know? Someone from their side, an informant. Harvey wanted to do it, so I said yes.”
Look at dear Ruth, showing some backbone. He had to admit, he was impressed. She was smarter than he gave her credit for.
“Have you kept Harvey in check? We don’t need any more negative attention. This is my plan, my game. Not his.”
“Of course. I told him to lay off.”
“Ruth, don’t lie to me. I saw a case of a missing boy here in town, from last weekend. I know you were here with Harvey doing reconnaissance over Halloween. You didn’t have some fun while you were here, did you?”
“No, no. We didn’t.”
He pulled harder, felt little bits of hair release at the roots. She whimpered at last.
“Yes, okay. We couldn’t help ourselves. He was right there, fresh for the taking. Drunk. You know how Harvey is with drunk boys wandering the streets. I’m so sorry. He won’t be found, won’t be connected to you. I promise. Harvey took him out of town.”
My God. You just can’t trust anyone to stick to the plan these days.
He snarled at her, face right in hers, his spit splashing across her lips and nose. “You didn’t have the right to make that decision.”
She sagged against him, allowing him to yank harder on her hair. “You’re right. I will take care of Harvey. I’ll kill him tonight. I promise.”
Good. She’d gotten the message. He released her hair and she fell to the floor with a satisfyingly loud thump.
He moved to his chair and sat, watched her rub her scalp, then sit up cautiously and cross her legs like she used to do when she was a kid.
“I swear,” she said, looking him in the eye.
“What will they find in your apartment?”
“Nothing. Nothing.” But she looked away, and he knew there was more that she wasn’t telling him. Stupid, stupid girl.
“What do they have, Ruth. Tell me. Tell me!”
She started to cry, wrapped her arms around her body and rocked gently to and fro, a boat cast adrift in an increasingly dangerous swelling sea.
He sucked in a breath through his nose. Losing his temper now wasn’t what they needed. Ruth would scuttle off if he showed his true rage, shut down and rock for hours, just like when she was little. He used to follow her home from school, sneak her off into the woods and play. Chess mostly, checkers and backgammon were too easy. She was good at keeping secrets, but if she went on overload, she’d turn off, retreat into that precious, special little world she had and he wouldn’t get anything more out of her tonight. And damn if he didn’t need her help, one last time.
He softened his tone, bent to her level.
“I’m sorry, Ruth. I’ve had a hard day. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Conciliatory wasn’t his forte, and she sniffed and turned her head away. He decided to try a different tack.
“You can tell me. I promise I won’t get mad.”
She didn’t look up. Spoke in a tiny voice. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
She wrapped her arms tighter around her legs, like she could disappear into herself. “My laptop is on my desk. I didn’t bring it with me. I thought I’d have a chance to go home. Things have been so crazy, moved so fast… Then Harvey decided he wanted to do the boy here, and we got behind on the schedule and had to rush to Nags Head.” She broke off, sensing he was about to blow his load.
“Your laptop. With all the emails?”
“Yes.”
The emails that led directly to him. Well, it was nearly time to vacate the premises anyway, the last stage of the plan was about to go into motion. Time to let the acolytes make their move. See if they were as good as he hoped.
Ruth had started her industrial-strength rocking. He needed to pull her out before the trance got too deep.
“Ruthie, what if I told you someone needed to die? Today, as a matter of fact. Not Harvey-you can keep him. I know you like him. Would that cheer you up?”
He saw her eyes slide toward him. Bloodthirsty little beast. He knew the idea of death would get her attention.
“Who?” she asked, voice small and childish.
“Colleen Keck. The blogger. It’s time for her to go.”
Ruth unfolded from the floor, scooted over to him with a feral little smile on her lips. She looked up with doe eyes for permission, which he granted. She stroked his leg.
“Harvey’s already on her. He’s been watching her since we left North Carolina. She was the first stop when we got back, I left him at the top of her street, before I came here. He’s got it covered.”
“No, my sweet. I want you to do it.”
“Why? Not that I wouldn’t be happy to, of course, you know that. But I thought you wanted her left alive until the very end. You’ve changed your mind?”
He stood and walked to the window, leaving Ruth crumpled on the floor like a discarded lotus flower. “Yes. I’ve changed my mind. That’s my prerogative.”
“But you always told me to stick to the plan-”
“Ruth, no buts.”
