front door. Then I heard him banging down the hallway, slamming open the kids’ bedroom doors as he went. Moments later he returned. Seeming puzzled, he hesitated, then turned and made his way to the kitchen. He reappeared carrying a knapsack, from which he withdrew a roll of duct tape. Still panting, he knelt beside me and removed the silencer from his automatic.
Fumbling with the tape, Carns took several turns around the gun barrel, then held the muzzle to the side of my head. A number of passes secured the pistol to my temple. Not satisfied, Carns took a half dozen additional wraps around the gun, then more around my forehead. Finally he taped his own hand to the grip, finger locked inside the trigger guard.
His breathing finally beginning to ease, Carns paused to inspect his handiwork. I knew my fate was now inextricably joined with his. If he were to stumble-or a more likely possibility, take a shot from a police sniper-I was dead, too.
“Get up,” Carns commanded. Awkward with his hand fastened to my head, Carns dragged me to my feet. “You and I are going for a car ride, but first there’s the little matter of your wife and son to decide,” he said, forcing me toward the master bedroom. “You’re in no condition to drive. And as you can see, I have my hands full. It will have to be one of them.”
“Let them go,” I begged, my mouth filling with blood. “Just take me.”
“Still playing the hero? I thought you would have tired of that by now.”
“They won’t let you leave if my family isn’t released.”
“I doubt that,” said Carns, continuing to push me toward the bedroom. “Especially when they understand their options. And I’ll make absolutely certain that they do. But now there’s something else to attend to. We need only one person to drive. Who gets to live? The beautiful wife? The handsome son? I know. I’ll let you decide.”
“You’re making a mistake. They won’t-”
Carns gave me another shove. “That’s a chance we’ll have to take. Made your selection yet? Better hurry if you don’t want me to make it for you.”
We reached the end of the hallway. Carns kicked open the door.
The bed was empty. Tags of rope trailed from the corners of the frame.
“What the-” Carns whirled, his eyes searching the dim room.
Travis was on his knees across from the bed, tied to the closet door. Allison was kneeling beside him sawing at his bonds, using a knife I recognized from our kitchen.
“Raise your hands and step back,” Carns ordered.
Allison kept cutting. An instant later Travis was free.
Carns snarled in frustration, undoubtedly wishing he had waited till later to bind his pistol so irreversibly to me.
All at once I sensed movement behind us.
Carns turned, pulling me with him.
Catheryn stepped from behind the bedroom door, arms extended in a two-handed shooting stance I’d taught her years back. She held the. 38-caliber revolver that Carns had taken from me earlier. I smiled grimly, realizing Allison must have picked it up while I was being beaten. Carns was making mistakes.
“Drop it,” Carns ordered, twisting his automatic against my temple.
“Don’t do it, Kate,” I warned. “Shoot him. Now.”
Catheryn hesitated.
Carns was far too dangerous to let this standoff go on any longer. “Shoot him,” I repeated, hoping Catheryn didn’t realize what that would mean for me. “Do it now.”
“Drop the gun or I’ll kill him,” Carns ordered again. “You’ve got five seconds to-” He hesitated as Nate moved into view from behind his mother, tatters of plastic trash bag and duct tape still circling his neck.
“Kate, either shoot him or take the kids and get out,” I croaked.
“Nobody’s leaving,” said Carns, still staring at Nate in shock.
Travis was moving forward, holding a length of pipe. Allison had begun circling in from the other side. She still held the knife from the kitchen.
“Stay back,” Carns warned. “If you don’t I’ll kill him right now.”
Still gripping my holdout gun tightly in both hands, Catheryn took a step closer. “It’ll be the last thing you ever do,” she said.
“Travis, get your sister and brother out of here,” I said. “That’s an order.”
Catheryn took another step forward. “Do it, Travis,” she said, a quaver in her voice betraying her fear.
“I’m not leaving,” said Travis.
“Me, neither,” said Allison, still sliding to the left, edging behind Carns.
“Go,” I pleaded. “Trav, Ali, I know what you’re trying to prove. Now’s not the time. There’s nothing you can do. Just go.”
Nate moved to Catheryn’s side, completing the circle around Carns
… and me.
“Nate,” I begged. “Get out of here, son. Please.”
Nate shook his head.
“Kate…”
“Not without you,” said Catheryn, her gun still trained unwaveringly on Carns.
“I told you, nobody’s leaving,” said Carns, attempting to regain control. “Not until I say. And when we do leave, we’re all leaving together. One big happy family. Somebody get me the phone.”
No one moved.
“They won’t let you out with civilian hostages,” I repeated. “A sharpshooter will drop you before you’ve gone ten feet.”
“Go to hell, cop. If I go, you’re dead, too.”
“I know you, Carns. You don’t want to die.”
“Shut up!”
“It doesn’t have to be like that,” I rushed on, seeing a way out. “You haven’t killed anyone here tonight, and we don’t have one piece of hard evidence tying you to the candlelight murders. We won’t find any, either. Anything that might have existed went up your chimney this afternoon.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying we’ll never get you on your recent murders. We’ve got nothing. Van Owen won’t be able to finger you either, as I’m sure you’ve already figured out,” I continued. “I lifted prints from your house, but none of them matches the crime scenes. We have a couple of hairs, a shoe print, some distorted bite marks. Nothing conclusive. Not enough to convict.”
“You were in my house?”
“That’s right. I visited your souvenir room, too,” I answered. “Without a search warrant, which is something you can use in the unlikely event things ever come to that. The point is, all we have on you is what happened here tonight. Breaking and entering, assault, and taking a potshot at that deputy on the beach. With the psychological escape hatch you’ve set up for yourself, a good lawyer will have you out in no time.”
Carns stared incredulously. “You know about that?”
“Yeah. And I checked with a shrink. He says that with the right jury, an insanity defense will probably hold up.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Catheryn.
Before I could answer, a whump sounded on the beach. And another. Then the thump of something landing on the roof and the crash of breaking glass downstairs.
Carns tightened his grip on the pistol. “What was that?”
“Tear gas,” I said. “Looks like the guy on the bullhorn got tired of talking to himself. Time to cut your losses, Carns.”
A sheen of perspiration glistened on Carns’s face. “Shut up,” he hissed. “I need to think.”
“He can get away with what he did?” whispered Catheryn, her eyes never leaving Carns. “All those families…”
“Oh, he’ll get away with it,” I answered. “Years back he gulled a few doctors into believing he’s a paranoid
