Last to Die

With an efficient click, Julian swung open his pocketknife and knelt down. “Sit still, Claire, or I can’t cut you free,” he ordered, but the girl was squirming, her eyes wide with panic as if fighting to breathe. Maura peeled the tape off her mouth.

“It’s a trap!” Claire screamed. “He hasn’t left! He’s right …” Her voice died, her gaze fixed on something— someone—standing behind Maura.

Blood roaring in her ears, Maura turned and saw a man towering in the doorway. Saw broad shoulders and glittering eyes in a face smeared black with paint, but it was the gun in his hand she focused on. The silencer. When he fired, there would be no deafening blast; death would come with a muted thud, heard only in this stone room buried deep within the mountain.

“Drop your weapon, Mr. Sansone,” he ordered. “Do it now.”

He knows our names.

Sansone had no choice; he eased the gun out of his waistband and let it thud to the floor.

Julian, already kneeling beside Maura, reached out and grabbed her hand. Only sixteen, so very young, she thought, as they held hands, squeezing hard.

Bear howled again, a cry of rage. Of frustration.

Julian suddenly looked up, and she saw his bewildered expression. Realized, just as he did, that this did not make sense. If Bear’s still alive, why isn’t he defending us?

“Kick it toward me,” the man said.

Sansone nudged the gun with his shoe, and it slid across the floor. Stopped just short of the doorway where the man stood.

“Now down on your knees.”

So this is how it ends for us, thought Maura. All of us on our knees. A bullet to each head.

“Do it!”

Sansone’s head dipped in surrender as he dropped toward the floor. But it was only the windup to one last, desperate move. Like a sprinter exploding from the starting block, Sansone leaped straight at the gunman.

They both tumbled through the doorway, grappling desperately in the gloom of the wine cellar.

Sansone’s gun was still lying on the floor.

Maura scrambled to her feet, but before she could scoop up the weapon, another hand closed around the grip. Lifted the barrel to her head.

“Get back! Get back!” Teddy screamed at Maura. His hands were trembling, but his finger was already on the trigger as he aimed at Maura’s head. He yelled over his shoulder: “I’ll shoot her, Mr. Sansone. I swear I will!”

Maura dropped to the floor again. Knelt there, stunned, as Sansone was shoved back into the room and forced to his knees beside her.

“Is the dog secured, Teddy?” the gunman asked.

“I tied him to the kitchen cabinet. He can’t get loose.”

“Bind their hands. Do it quick,” the man said. “They’ll be getting here any minute, and we need to be ready.”

“Traitor!” Claire spat out as Teddy unpeeled strips of duct tape and bound Sansone’s wrists behind his back. “We were your friends. How can you do this to us?”

The boy ignored her as he moved on to Julian’s hands.

“Teddy tricked us into coming down here,” Claire said to Maura. “Told us you were waiting for us, but it was all a trap.” She stared at the boy, her voice thick with disgust. Doomed as she was, the girl was fearless, even reckless. “It was you. It was always you. Hanging those stupid twig dolls.”

Teddy peeled off another strip of tape and wound it tightly around Julian’s wrists. “Why would I do that?”

“To scare us. To freak us out.”

Teddy looked at her with frank surprise. “I didn’t do that, Claire. Those dolls were meant to scare me. To make me call for help.”

“And Dr. Welliver, how could you do that to her?”

A flash of regret registered in Teddy’s eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to kill her! It was just supposed to confuse her. She was working for them. Always watching me, waiting to see when I’d—”

“Teddy,” the man snapped. “Remember what I taught you? What’s done is done, and we have to move on. So finish the job.”

“Yes, sir,” the boy answered, cutting off another strip of tape. He wrapped it so tightly around Maura’s wrists that no amount of twisting or struggling would free her.

“Good boy.” The man handed Teddy a pair of night-vision binoculars. “Now get up there and watch the courtyard. Tell me when they arrive, and how many there are.”

“I want to stay with you.”

“I need you out of the line of fire, Teddy.”

“But I want to help!”

“You’ve helped me enough.” The man laid his hand on the boy’s head. “Your job is on the roof. You’re my eyes.” He glanced down at his belt as an alarm beeped. “She’s reached the gate. Headset on, Teddy. Go.” He pushed the boy out of the room and followed him out.

“I was your friend,” Claire screamed as the door swung shut. “I trusted you, Teddy!”

They heard the padlock thud into place. Up in the kitchen Bear was still barking, still howling, but the door muffled the sound, made it seem as distant as a coyote’s cry.

Maura stared at the closed door. “It was Teddy,” she murmured. “All this time, I never imagined …”

“Because he’s just a kid” was Claire’s bitter observation. “No one pays attention to us. No one gives us credit. Until we surprise you.” She looked up toward the ceiling. “They’re going to kill Detective Rizzoli.”

“She’s not coming alone,” said Maura. “She told me she’s bringing people. People who know how to defend themselves.”

“But they don’t know the castle like this man does. Teddy’s been letting him in after dark. He knows every room, every stairway. And he’s ready for them.”

In the kitchen, Bear had stopped howling. Even he must have grasped the futility of their situation.

Jane. It’s all up to you.

THIRTY-ONE

 

THE CASTLE LOOKED ABANDONED.

Jane and Frost pulled into the Evensong parking lot and stared up at dark windows, at the jagged rooftop looming against the starlit sky. There’d been no one to meet them at the gate, and no one had answered the phone when she’d called from the road half an hour ago, using the last weak blip of a cell signal. A black SUV pulled up beside them, and through the windows Jane saw the silhouettes of Carole and her two male associates. One was Denzel, the other was a buff and silent man with a shaved head. When they’d all stopped for gas an hour earlier, neither man had said a word; it was clear that Carole was running this show.

“Something’s wrong,” Jane said. “We would’ve tripped the sensors on the road, so Maura’s got to know we’ve arrived. Where is everyone?”

Frost glanced at Carole’s SUV. “I’d feel a lot better if we had Maine State Police backup. We should’ve called them anyway. Screw the CIA.”

Car doors thumped shut, and Carole and her men stepped out. To Jane’s alarm, they were all strapping on weapons. Already Denzel was moving toward the building.

Jane scrambled out of her car. “What do you people think you’re doing?”

“Time for you to get us inside the building, Detective,” said Carole as she slipped on a communications