Once Gone (29 page)

She groped around the floor with her hand. She found something solid—not part of a doll, but something hard and sharp. She gripped the handle of the knife. It was surely the very knife he’d used on four women.

Time slowed down to a mind-numbing crawl. She realized that Dirk had just passed the rope around the central pipe. Now he was pulling her foot up against it.

He was turned away from her, too sure that she was defeated already. His mind was occupied with tying her to the post—and on what he would do to her then.

His unwariness gave Riley a moment, and one moment only, before he turned back her way. Still prone on the floor, she wrenched her body into a seated position. He noticed this and started to turn, but she moved quicker. She wrestled her free right foot beneath her, then rose up to face him.

She plunged the knife into his stomach, then drew it out and stabbed him again and again. She heard him shriek and moan. She kept stabbing madly until she blacked out.

Riley opened her eyes. Her whole body was in pain, especially her shoulder and her head. Bill’s face filled her vision. Was she dreaming?

“Bill?” she asked.

He smiled, looking relieved. He was holding something soft against her head, staunching the flow of blood.

“Welcome back,” he said.

Riley realized that she was still in the room, with the post nearby. She was seized by a moment of panic.

“Where’s Dirk?” she asked.

“Dead,” Bill said. “You gave him just what he deserved.”

Riley still wondered if she was dreaming.

“I’ve got to see,” she gasped. She managed to turn her head. She saw Dirk stretched out across the floor face down in a pool of his own blood. Eyes opened. Unblinking.

Bill turned her head back toward him.

“Don’t try to move,” he said. “You’re hurt pretty bad. You’re going to be okay. But you’ve lost a lot of blood.”

A spasm of nauseated dizziness told her that Bill was right. She managed to whisper five words before she lost consciousness again.

“One monster at a time.”

Special Agent Brent Meredith shut the thick manila envelope stuffed with photographs and written reports with a note of satisfied finality. Riley felt the same satisfaction, and she was sure that Bill and Flores did too. They were all seated at the table in the Behavioral Analysis Unit conference room. If only Riley weren’t bandaged up and hurting all over, the moment would have felt perfect.

“So Dirk’s mother wanted a daughter instead of a son,” Meredith said. “She tried to turn him into a Southern belle. That was probably just the tip of the iceberg. God knows what else he went through as a kid.”

Bill leaned back in his chair.

“Let’s not give him too much sympathy,” he said. “Not everybody with a lousy childhood turns into a murderous sadist. He made his own choices.”

Meredith and Flores nodded in agreement.

“But does anybody know whatever happened to Dirk’s mother?” Riley asked.

“Records show that she died five years ago,” Flores said. “His father disappeared long before that, when Dirk was still a baby.”

A sober silence settled over the group. Riley understood exactly what it meant. She was in the presence of three people whose lives were devoted to destroying evil. Even in their satisfaction, the specter of more evil, and much more work to do, hung over all of them. It would never be over. Not for them.

The door opened, and Carl Walder walked in. He was all smiles.

“Great work, everybody,” he said. He slid Riley’s gun and badge across the table toward her. “These belong to you.”

Riley smiled a wry smile. Walder was not going to apologize, much less acknowledge any fault of his own. But that was just as well. Riley didn’t know just how she’d respond if he actually said he was sorry. Probably not gracefully.

“By the way, Riley,” Walder said. “The Senator called me this morning, and he sends you his best wishes for your recovery, and his thanks. He seems to think the world of you.”

Riley now had to stifle her amusement. That call, she was sure, was exactly why Walder was giving her back her gun and her badge. She remembered one of the last things Newbrough had said to her.

“You’re nobody’s lapdog.”

The same thing could never be said of Carl Walder.

“Stop by my office soon,” Walder said. “Let’s talk promotion. An administrative position, maybe. You deserve it.”

Without another word, Walder left the office. Riley heard her companions breathe a shared sigh of relief that he was gone so quickly.

“You should think about it, Riley,” Meredith said.

Riley chuckled.

“Can you really see me in an administrative job?”

Meredith shrugged.

“You’ve more than paid your dues. You’ve done more tough field work than most agents do in a lifetime. Maybe you should become an instructor. You’d be great at training agents, with your experience and insight. What do you think?”

Riley thought it over. What would she really have to teach young agents? Her instincts were all she had, and as far as she knew, instincts couldn’t be taught. There was no way to train people to follow their gut. They either had it or they didn’t.

Besides, did she really wish her own gut instincts on anybody? She lived too much in terror of her own thoughts, haunted by her troubling capacity to grasp an evil mind. It was a hard thing to live with.

“Thanks,” Riley said, “but I like it just where I am.”

Meredith nodded, and rose from his chair. “Well, let’s call it a day. Get some rest, folks.”

The meeting broke up, and Riley and Bill found themselves walking down the hall together silently. They left the building and sat down together on a bench outside. Whole minutes passed. Neither of them seemed to know what to say. There was too much to say.

“Bill,” she asked tentatively, “do you think we can be partners again?”

After a pause, Bill said, “What do you think?”

They turned and looked into each other’s eyes. Riley could see lingering pain in Bill’s face. The wound she’d inflicted with her drunken phone call still hadn’t healed. It was going to take a long time.

But she now knew something else—something that had long been true, but that she’d never let herself admit before. Her bond to Bill was intense and powerful, and he almost certainly felt the same. It was no longer a secret that they could keep from themselves. There was no way for them to go back to their former ways.

Their partnership was over. They both knew it. Neither one of them had to say it aloud.

“Go home, Bill,” Riley said gently. “Try to put things back together with your wife. You’ve got your kids to think of.”

“I will,” Bill said. “But I hope I don’t lose you—your friendship, I mean.”

Riley patted his hand and smiled.

“There’s no chance of that,” she said.

They both got up from the bench and walked away to their cars.

*

“What’s on your mind, Mom?” April asked.

Riley and April had been sitting in the living room long into the night watching television. Earlier that evening, Riley had told April all that had happened—or at least all that she felt she could tell her.

Riley hesitated before answering April’s question. But she knew that she had to say it aloud. Besides, April knew about it already. It wasn’t a secret. It was just something Riley couldn’t shake off her mind.

“I killed a man today,” Riley said.

April looked at her with love and concern.

“I know,” she said. “What does that feel like?”

“It’s hard to put into words,” Riley said. “It’s terrible. It’s something no one has a right to do—not ever, really. But sometimes it’s the only thing.”

Riley paused. “I feel something else,” she said. “I’m not sure I should say it.”

April laughed quietly. “I thought we weren’t going to do the silent thing anymore, Mom.”

Riley steadied herself and said, “I feel alive. God help me, it makes me feel alive. And any day now, I know that some woman will walk into Madeline’s store and buy a doll and never be in any danger. I’m just … well, I’m just happy for her. I’m glad that I could give her that, even if she’ll never know it.”

Riley squeezed April’s hand.

“It’s late, and you’ve got school tomorrow,” she said.

April kissed her mother on the cheek.

“Goodnight, Mom,” she said, then went to her bedroom.

Riley felt a new wave of pain and exhaustion. She realized that she’d better get to bed or she’d fall asleep right there on the couch.

She picked herself up and walked toward her bedroom. She was already in her nightgown, and she didn’t bother to stop at the bathroom to brush her teeth. She just wanted to go straight to bed.

When she entered her bedroom and turned on the light, something caught her eye immediately. Her heart skipped a beat.

There, in her bed, was something awry.

It was a handful of small pebbles.

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