'I'm not all-powerful, Avery. I don't want to be. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.'

'They're dead, Matt. Your generals are rotting corpses. No one is monitoring you, and if they do, you kill them in the name of the cause.'

'You're not helping yourself, Avery. We reevaluated and were prepared to make you an offer. Of an opportunity. Join us. You're smart, courageous. Use those qualities to better the world.'

The children's story Peter Pan popped into her head, the place in the tale when Captain Hook offers to spare Wendy's and the Lost Boys' lives-if they join him, become pirates. Avery had always admired Wendy's bravery. The courage of her convictions in the face of certain death.

Wendy hadn't died. Peter had saved her.

There would be no Peter Pan to save her, Avery acknowledged. Only the courage of her own convictions.

'You have three minutes to decide, Avery.' He set his watch. 'And the clock's ticking.'

CHAPTER 58

Hunter crouched behind the partially gutted wall, sweating, listening to Avery and his brother. Three minutes. Shit.

He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to force out what lay in the adjoining room. Cadavers. Murder victims.

Ones his brother thought were alive.

If he focused on that, he would be defeated. If he focused on what his brother had become, he would be defeated. If he allowed himself to dwell for even a minute on Avery strapped to that chair, he would lose it.

He needed a plan. Reasoning with Matt was out, that had become obvious. What was left? Charge in, guns blazing?

It sucked. It was all he had.

'Time's up, Avery. Are you with us or against us?'

Hunter tensed, waiting for the right moment, praying for it.

'Please, Matt,' she begged, 'listen to me. You're in the grip of some sort of paranoid delusion. There is no war. Your generals are corpses, victims of murder. You need a doctor, Matt. A psychia-tri-'

He cut her off. 'So be it.'

Hunter launched himself into the doorway,.357 out, aimed at his brother's chest. 'Drop the fucking gun, Matt! Now!'

Avery cried out his name. He didn't look at her, didn't take his eyes off his brother.

'The cavalry arrives,' Matt said, then laughed, moving neither his gaze nor his aim from Avery. 'In a last-ditch effort to save his true love's life.'

'Drop the gun.'

'And why would I do that?'

'Because it's over, Matt. Because I'll kill you if you don't.'

'And I'll kill her. So I guess it comes down to who's the better, faster shot.'

'I'll take my chances.'

'That's your right, of course. But how are you going to feel watching her die? Always wondering if maybe, just maybe, you could have saved her.'

He was right, dammit. Every minute could be the difference between life and death. Avery's life or death.

Hunter's gaze flicked to Avery, then back. Matt saw it and laughed. 'Reading you like a book, bro. Always could.'

'Cherry and Mom are going for the police.'

'Bullshit.'

'They know you killed Dad.'

'You're grasping at straws.' His features tightened. 'Let's stop fucking around. Lay down your piece.'

'You won't get away with this,' Hunter warned. 'Too many people have died. After this, you won't be able to cover your tracks.'

'I already have, actually. You're crazy, Hunter. On a murder spree. You hate Cypress Springs and your family. Everybody knows that. Tom Lancaster's Tulane student ID will be found in your apartment. As will Luke McDougal's class ring and Elaine St. Claire's crucifix. You discovered Elaine St. Claire's body and McDougal's vehicle. Your voice is on Trudy Pruitt's recorder…thank you, Avery, for alerting me to that. And to the paper with Gwen Lancaster's name and room number on it.'

Fury rose up in Hunter. 'Everything nice and neat, just like Sallie Waguespack.'

'Just like,' he agreed.

Hunter tried another tack. 'I just realized why you went into law enforcement, Matt. So you can hide behind your gun. The badge.'

'If that helps, believe it.'

Hunter laughed. 'You never fought unless you knew you could win. And you can't win without the gun.'

'I could always take you. I still can.'

'Prove it, then. You throw yours, I'll throw mine. Just you and me, no hardware. Winner takes all.'

Matt narrowed his eyes. 'You think you can take me, bro? You think you're that tough?'

Hunter bent, laid his gun on the floor. He took a step toward his brother, hands up. 'I'm willing to give it a try. How about you?' When his brother hesitated, Hunter clucked his tongue. 'Or when it really counts, are you just a yellow-belly chicken?'

The tension crackled between the two men. Matt glanced at his silent generals as if for their okay, then nodded. 'All right.' He crossed to the table and laid his gun on top, then faced his brother, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 'Come on, let's dance.' They advanced, circled each other, both waiting for the right moment to throw the first punch.

'Don't chicken out now, Matt,' Hunter taunted. 'Hate to have the cops arrive and see you're both yellow and crazy.'

Matt lunged. Only then did Hunter see the knife. Avery did, too, and screamed a warning. Hunter threw himself to the right. But not fast enough to avoid contact with the blade. Matt buried it in his shoulder, lost his grip on it and his footing. A shot rang out. They both went down. Cherry stood in the doorway, a shotgun to her shoulder. She had it aimed at them, though even at this distance Hunter saw how unsteady she was. That she was crying.

Hunter silently swore. She hadn't gone for the police. Secrets had won again.

Matt's expression went slack with surprise. 'Cherry?' he said.

'You killed Dad, Matt.' Her voice broke. 'How could you do that? You shouldn't have done it.'

'Dad turned on us, Cherry. He turned on the family.He sided with an outsider against us. He had to be eliminated.'

She shook her head. 'Family sticks together. They always stick together.'

'That's right,' Matt murmured, tone coaxing. 'I taught you that.' He got to his feet slowly. 'You're my baby sister, but you always took care of us, of all of us.'

He took a step toward her and she took a step back. 'Don't come any closer.'

'He's trying to trick you,' Hunter said to Cherry, following Matt to his feet. He grabbed the knife and yanked it out of his shoulder. He went momentarily light-headed at the pain, at the whoosh of blood spurting from the wound. 'He's out of his mind. Look around-'

'Don't listen to him.' Matt's expression became pleading. 'He's not one of us. He left us, remember? He broke our hearts.'

'I remember,' she whispered. 'The two of you fought that night. Something about school. And Avery. It always scared me when you got like that, Matt. When you got like…this.'

Her gaze flicked to Hunter. 'Dad was working. Mom had been on edge all day, then had gone out. I went to bed but couldn't sleep. I was scared. It felt like…everything was falling apart'

She drew in a broken breath. 'That's when I heard Mom. She was crying. I crept out of bed…I saw the blood.

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