crannies and remain still and silent for long periods of time. Sometimes so long, the person who was 'It' gave up.
Even as she wondered if Matt would give up if she was quiet enough, still enough, she acknowledged the stupidity of the thought.
Gwen followed her in. They both put an ear to the wall.
Matt was talking. He named her and Gwen as defendants, listing their crime as treason. He called for questions and comments from his generals.
Who were they? Avery wondered, straining to hear. Old friends of hers? Neighbors? Someone she had gone to school with? Would they feel any loyalty to her? Any regret?
Gwen met Avery's eyes and shook her head, indicating she couldn't hear what they were saying.
Avery couldn't either and pressed her ear closer, straining. Matt murmured a reply she couldn't make out, then paused as if listening to another question. She heard him mention his father, voice breaking.
Buddy had not been a part of this inner circle, that had become clear to her back at the cabin. That he had not been party to their extremist ideology had also become obvious. But still, she wondered, would they simply sit back and condone his murder?
If their silence was an indication, they accepted their leader's actions without question. Who were they? she wondered again, disbelieving. Who had he convinced to join his insane cause?
Avery jumped as Matt once again called for order. 'A vote, then,' he said loudly. 'Guilty or not?'
Silence ensued. The seconds ticked past. Avery realized that she was sweating. Holding her breath though she had no real doubt what the outcome would be.
'It's unanimous then,' Matt boomed. 'The Seven find Gwen Lancaster and Avery Chauvin guilty of treason.'
CHAPTER 54
Hunter paced the length of the windowless interrogation room. Two CSPD uniforms had retrieved him from his home that morning. His father had requested they pick him up, they'd said. Bring him in for questioning. Cooperation hadn't been an option.
They had dumped him here, told him Buddy would be in shortly and left. That had been nearly twelve hours ago.
He stopped. Moved his gaze over the room. A single table made out of wood. Three chairs, also made out of wood. They'd been around a while and bore the evidence of each of those years in the form of cigarette burns, chips, scratches and carvings. He continued his inspection. No fire alarm. No phone. Reinforced door, locked from the outside.
This was wrong. He had known it was wrong this morning. Had sensed a setup.
The officers had said it was about Avery. She was in trouble. Buddy had said to tell him that.
So he had come. And left Avery on the outside. Alone.
He pivoted and crossed to the door. 'This is bullshit!' he shouted and pounded on it. 'Charge me or release me!'
He pressed his ear to the door, swearing at the silence on the other side. He had to get out of here. Avery was in trouble.
He pounded again. 'Hey! I gotta take a piss. Unless you want a mess to clean up, you better get your asses to this doo-'
The door swung open. A pimply-faced officer with big ears stood on the other side, Cherry directly behind him.
'Cherry?' Hunter said, surprised. 'What are you doing here?'
'Dad needs our help. Inside,' she ordered the officer, nudging him forward.
With a gun, Hunter saw. A big gun. A.357 Magnum, long barrel. He returned his gaze to hers. 'You really know how to use that?'
'I'm not dignifying that with an answer.' She grabbed his arm with her free hand. 'Come on, we need to get out of here.'
She pulled him through the door, slamming and locking it behind him. She pocketed the key. The officer began pounding on the door.
'What the hell's going on?'
'We'll talk in the car.' She hurried forward. 'Sammy there was manning the station alone, but the patrol guys are going to be checking in soon.'
'What time is it?'
'Eight-thirty.'
'I've been locked in that room since early this morning, I need to use the John.'
'Make it quick.'
She was waiting for him when he emerged moments later. Wordlessly, they went to her car and climbed in. His mother sat in the back seat. She had been crying: her eyes were red and swollen, her skin blotchy.
She looked on the verge of falling apart.
He glanced over at Cherry. 'Somebody better start talking, fast.'
Cherry pulled away from the curb. 'Dad said if we didn't hear from him by eight, to come and get you.'
'Get me? What was I doing there?'
'He wanted you to be somewhere safe. He figured locked up at the CSPD was about as safe as he could find.'
'What the hell are you talking about?'
'Matt's the one,' she said. 'And he's got Avery.'
CHAPTER 55
'The one?' Hunter moved his gaze between the two women. 'What do you mean?'
'The one who killed Elaine St. Claire and Trudy Pruitt.' Cherry's voice shook. 'He killed Avery's dad as well. At least, we think so. Dad told us before he went after them.'
'I didn't know,' Lilah whispered. 'I thought…all these years, I thought I killed Sallie Waguespack. And now-' her voice broke '-and now I wish I had.'
'It's not your fault,' Cherry murmured. 'You didn't know what he had become, neither did I.'
Hunter struggled to come to grips with what they were saying. Struggled not to give in to panic. 'What's he become? I don't understand. What did you have to do with Sallie Waguespack's death?'
Lilah met his eyes. 'I better start at the beginning.'
She told him about his father's affair, Buddy's lover's pregnancy. About going there to plead for her husband.
And about what followed.
'Until tonight, I thought I'd killed her. Buddy…he kept that secret from everyone.'
'When people began dying, he reasoned the deaths away,' Cherry interjected. 'He accepted them as accidents and suicides because…the other was unthinkable.
'Avery forced him to reevaluate,' his sister continued. 'Her questions. Her unshaking belief that her father hadn't killed himself. Then, when Trudy Pruitt was killed-'
'He was forced to admit what was happening,' Hunter said. 'That everybody involved in the cover-up had croaked. Except him.'
'And Matt.' She flexed her fingers on the steering wheel. 'He knew for certain today, when he learned about Avery's mother's journals. That's why Matt set the house on fire.'
'Slow down. Avery's mother journaled-'
