In Her Sights (28 page)

Jazz and Luke advanced slowly toward the house. She could feel the fury radiating off Luke in waves. The moment Joy got a look at her father’s face she started straining against the woman’s hold.

Jazz’s heart stopped, but Luke called out, “Be still, Joy. I’ll come get you in a minute. I love you, baby. Just be still for now.”

The little girl whimpered and hugged Hero, but quit struggling.

Lisa laughed, her face twisted in disgust. “You don’t know what love is, Montgomery. Not if you think you’re getting it from that whore. She walked the streets. She sold herself. But maybe you don’t care about her any more than the other men who’ve had her—and there’ve been plenty around here who have.”

The taunt rattled Jazz’s resolve to stay calm, but all she had to do was glance at Luke. If he could keep from rushing forward, so could she. Emotions were useless now. Follow the plan. “This is between you and me, Lisa. Let the girl go.”

“Why? You barely remember who I am.” The woman tightened her hold on Joy, who kept crying out for her father. “You should. Everybody knew me and loved me and you took it all away.”

Jazz eased forward a few steps, trying to think of a way to free Joy. “The past doesn’t matter. I didn’t know, but I do now. Please—”

“The past is
everything!
You should know that,” Lisa yelled. “You were jealous of me. You stayed in the corner during recess watching me, watching everyone, and hiding in dirty rags. I was the prettiest girl at school. Everyone wanted to be my friend until you murdered my father. We lost our friends, our home, everything. My mother killed herself. You destroyed my life then. Now I’m going to finish destroying yours.”

“Lisa, I’m sorry. Blame me, but please don’t take it out on an innocent child.”

The woman’s face went red. “It’s too late for sorry!” she screamed.

“Lisa, dear God,” Jazz pleaded. “I’m the one you want. Don’t do this. Don’t play with Joy’s life.” The words came from a place of fear deep inside Jazz—fear on behalf of the innocent, fear born out of love. It was a place that held more power than Jazz had ever known. The nightmare would be embedded on her psyche forever.

“This isn’t a game.” Lisa smiled. “But we could make it a game. What’s my favorite color? Get it right, she lives. Get it wrong, I blow a hole through her head.”

Lisa turned the gun on Luke, who’d been inching to the side, closer to Joy. “One more step and you both die.”

Glancing back at Jazz, Lisa said, “Go on. You always stared at me when I wore my daddy’s favorite dress. What was the color? You have five seconds.
Five
.”

“You can remember, Jasmine. I know you can,” Luke whispered.

“
Four
.”

She stared into Luke’s eyes and the confidence displayed in them. He couldn’t reach his daughter in time, and he still believed in her. Fighting panic, Jazz focused, dredging up the pictures in her mind that she’d tried so hard to eradicate. Painful and degrading, she let the flood slash through her, until…

A pretty little girl, a popular girl on the playground. Herself standing in the corner alone. Jane hadn’t had friends. She couldn’t have invited them over. Her mother might have been with a customer—one of their fathers.

“
Three
.”

Please God, help me. Help me remember what I need to know.

Like the flash from a rifle, a terrifying memory shot through her. That last horrific night. The night Gary Matthews had stolen what was left of her childhood. She’d been in her closet, her mother passed out. Gary had yanked her from her hiding place. Touched her hair. Her face.

“Pretty girl,” he’d murmured. “Not black hair like my Lisa, no, you’re blond and sweet like honey. If you’re good like her and let me do what I want, next time I’ll bring you a pink dress with a pretty pink ribbon—”

“
Two.
”

“—just like the one I bought her. Pretty as sunshine in that yellow dress. Now come here, little girl, and give me—”

“Yellow,” Jazz gasped, nausea roiling at the flashback and at the realization that Gary had abused Lisa too. “Yellow was your favorite.”

Lisa stepped back. “He told you. Didn’t he! One of those nights when he left my mama and me.”

Jazz cut Lisa off. “You said you’d let Joy go if I answered correctly.”

Insanity lit Lisa’s eyes. “Fine. At least
I’m
not a liar.”

Lisa pushed Joy forward and the little girl fell. Luke scooped her up and pulled back level with Jazz. Lisa aimed the gun at Joy’s heart, but her gaze stayed focused on Jazz. “I belonged to him. He loved
me
.”

“He told me he loved you,” Jazz lied quietly. She was acutely conscious of Joy sobbing in Luke’s arms. “I want Luke to take his daughter and go now.”

Lisa smiled. “I bet you do. First, put your weapon on the ground and kick it to me. Carefully, Jane.”

Jazz hesitated. Without the Beretta, Lisa would have the upper hand.

“Don’t play with me, Jane. Give me the weapon I know you have on you, or the girl is dead.” Lisa’s fierce grip on the gun tightened. “I promised to give her back. Nothing more. I won’t hesitate to splatter the ground with her blood.”

With a soft curse, Jazz set the pistol down and booted it toward Lisa.

Satisfied, Lisa raised the weapon and pointed it at Luke. “Take your brat and go.”

He held Joy, still wrapped in her pink blanket and clutching her stuffed fish, Hero, with a desperation Jazz knew would take a long time to go away. If ever.

“Jasmine—”

“Go, Luke. I’ll be fine. Protect Joy.” Jazz gave them one last look. She didn’t know what would happen, but it wouldn’t matter if she died as long as they were safe.

“I’ll be back,” Luke whispered in her ear. “Believe me.”

Jazz nodded and turned back to Lisa, who still had the weapon pointed at Luke’s back.

Joy’s sobs filtered through the air as Luke quietly opened the Caravan. Within seconds the engine revved, but Jazz didn’t take her gaze off Lisa, a sudden disquiet filling her. The woman had killed every loose end, and that’s what Joy and Luke were. Why had Lisa let them go?

Jazz glanced down the street, the rough sound of the engine growing more and more distant as the taillights faded away. The van turned a corner, and she could breathe again. She paused. All she had to do was keep Lisa occupied a bit longer. Luke would be calling Clarkson any minute, but the eager look in Lisa’s eyes scared her. She tried to remain calm and steady. Tried to be SWAT, a sniper, even though they’d stripped her badge. “I thought we could talk now. There are things you wanted me to understand.”

Lisa smiled and pulled out a small device from her pocket. “It’s a really simple lesson. Do you know what this is?”

Jazz’s throat went dry. It looked like a remote of some kind. Dread rushed through her.

“He loves you,” Lisa said. “I can see it in his eyes. Like I saw it in my father’s eyes. I was his special girl, his princess, and you killed him.”

“Lisa, they’re innocent.” She took a step forward.

“I was too.” Still holding the gun in one hand, Lisa raised the detonator.

Jazz tackled her to the pavement. The gun went off. Searing fire burned across Jazz’s bicep, but she knocked the gun aside, fighting for the remote that was just out of reach.

“Too bad the kid’s so attached to that fish.” Panting, Lisa pressed the button.

An explosion rocked the ground.

“Oh, God, no.” Jazz twisted and looked to the east. Smoke curled into the crimson and lavender sky, forming a charcoal plume marring the heavens. No one could have survived the explosion. Pain as she’d never known ripped at her heart.

“I win, Jane. You didn’t even think to check the stupid fish.” Lisa had rolled to the side and was now kneeling, holding the gun on Jazz. “You’re not a real cop. You’re nothing but a fraud. The daughter of a whore. A whore yourself.”

A lifetime of control turned to dust as rage exploded within Jazz. She didn’t think, didn’t plan, she let the fury consume her. She launched herself at Lisa.

The woman tried to side-step her, but Jazz hooked her arm around Lisa’s waist and spun her down. They landed with a thud, and agony pierced through Jazz’s injured arm, but nothing could touch the pain in her heart. She slammed her elbow into Lisa’s ribs. A choked sob escaped, and the crazy woman spun to her back, but Jazz was waiting for the move.

She twisted around, ripped the gun from Lisa’s hands, and knocked it to the ground. Lisa, screaming and cursing, crawled toward the Beretta that lay in the dirt. As her fingers closed around the gun, Jazz kneed her hand and grabbed the weapon. “You’re finished.”

Madness filled Lisa’s eyes. “I’ll kill you, Jane. Just like I killed them. You’ll never see them again. They’re dead. They’re burning, Jane, because they loved you.
I
did that to you.” She laughed.

Everything inside Jazz clamored for revenge. Hands shaking against the Beretta’s grip, she pushed herself away from her enemy and stood.

“Shoot me, Jane. You know you want to. Do it!”

Jazz primed the .357 and eased back even more. “Get up.”

With an expression of disbelief, Lisa staggered to her feet and faced Jazz. “What are you? A wimp? I killed them.”

Jazz fought back a sob, her grief and anger almost crippling her. Oh, God, how would she ever survive this? She aimed the weapon at Lisa’s heart. The near point-blank target was tempting, the easiest shot she’d ever make. Who would care? Luke was gone. Joy was gone. She had nothing left to live for. An empty hole burned where her heart had been.

“Go ahead, Jane. Pull the trigger.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Lisa glared. “Oh, you still think you’re better than me. We’re the same, you and I, the same. Our souls were sucked out of us a long time ago. Everyone knows the truth. You’re nothing. You’ve
always
been nothing.”

“I made something of myself.”

“You lived a lie. You’re not real. You’re invisible, just like me. A murderer, just like me. Go on, pull the trigger. If you don’t, I promise I’ll kill the rest of the Montgomerys. Luke and Joy were just the beginning of my toying with that big, happy family.”

Jazz pressed a shaking finger against the trigger then something made her ease up. Could she shoot a human being in cold blood, not for a mission, but for revenge?

No matter how much Lisa deserved it? Would that mean she
was
no better than Lisa? Maybe Lisa was right—maybe they were the same.

Only one second of hesitation and Lisa sprang at Jazz, the momentum toppling them both to the ground, slamming her gun hand into the dirt, loosening her grip. Lisa dove for the weapon. Jazz kicked out, but Lisa accepted the stunning blow with a smile. She snagged the gun and rolled to her feet.

She pointed the .357 at Jazz. “Mama wanted you dead. Now you are.”

Tires screeching loudly jerked Lisa’s attention.

Jazz didn’t blink. She dove to the ground at the diversion. A van barreled in a beeline through several lawns toward Lisa with a furious Luke behind the wheel.

“Luke!” Jazz screamed. But where was Joy?

Lisa waved the gun toward the vehicle, her face twisted in disbelief. “No. No. No. You’re dead. I killed you. I know I killed you.”

Luke leapt out the door of the moving car and tackled Lisa. The van smashed the porch and plunged through the front door and window with a violent crash. Timbers cracked. The roof collapsed.

Luke shoved Lisa into the dirt. She fought like a woman possessed, snapping her teeth, trying to scratch his face. Her kicks struck at his knees, his groin, anywhere he was vulnerable. Jazz bounded toward them and trapped the woman’s legs while Luke pinned her arms and hands above her head. His grip white-knuckled, he straddled her hips. “It’s over. You lose.”

Lisa shrieked in fury, her head shaking back and forth in denial. “You can’t win. I won’t let you. I’ll kill you all. Jane. You. Your daughter. What’s left of your family. Everyone. You have to pay. I promised. It’s not over. I’ll win. I have to win.”

“Shut up,” Luke said, his voice deadly controlled. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. Her mouth went slack. She blinked, and her forehead furrowed. Suddenly her head tossed from side to side. She arched, trying to break Luke’s hold, but he didn’t budge.

“No, Daddy. No. I’ll do whatever you want. I love you the best. I promise. I’m your princess. I’ll be good.” Lisa’s smile grew wide, but tears streamed down her cheeks. “See. You don’t have to leave tonight. I won’t tell Mama. I’ll be very quiet. Just don’t leave.”

Lisa began to sob, the cries of a child who had never known childhood, who had let anger and hatred eat away at her soul.

Luke didn’t break his hold, but his face paled.

Jazz took a shaking breath. “Joy?”

“She’s safe. With Clarkson.”

Sirens blaring, several police cars screeched up and came to a halt. Doors flew open and a bevy of men jumped out with weapons drawn. Within moments Luke climbed off of Lisa and they helped the broken woman to her feet and toward the vehicles where a deputy began reading rights to her.

“I could’ve been her,” Jazz said quietly as they watched the pitiful picture of the woman. Jazz had no doubt she would eventually be charged with Paretti’s and Towers’ murders.

Luke pulled her into his arms and held her against him. “No. You’re stronger than she is. Stronger than you know.”

Jazz stilled, reveling in his strength and the comfort for one last time. Before she could argue the point, an old man hobbled out of the back of one of the vehicles holding a tiny girl in dusty jeans and a pink shirt in his arms. Joy.

She wriggled down and ran to her father, holding up her arms. “Daddy!”

Luke shook his head and rolled his neck. He breathed in deeply and knelt down. With an expression laced with pure love he hugged the little girl to him, pulling back and brushing away his daughter’s tears. “What’s wrong, munchkin?”

Joy put both of her hands on his cheeks. “Hero blowed up.”

“I know, but he saved you. He did a good job.”

Joy hiccupped. “Cuz he’s a real hero?”