Darby McCormick: Fear The Dark Part 37

'I read the fax,' Scott said, and stole a glance at the wall clock. 'It was probably a mistake, you know. It happens. The manager at the time was, what, nineteen?'

'Eighteen.'

'High school kids aren't exactly what you'd call responsible.'

'True,' Coop conceded, 'but the timing of the Hubbard kidnapping doesn't jibe with me. Driving from New Orleans to Wichita would take roughly five and a half hours. Then, to go from Wichita to Red Hill, you're talking nine hours.'

'Again, we're talking about a high school kid one who was a budding psychopath. It might not have been thoroughly thought out, especially if Hubbard was an impulse kidnapping. If it was, he probably wanted to bring her someplace where he felt safe, like his home turf.'

'I'm looking to see if Savran had any relatives in Wichita. I'm also still going through that list of contractors and painters who worked on the Downes house the summer before they moved in.' Coop turned to the door.

'Hold up.' Scott's lips were pursed tight, and his tone changed when he said, 'There's something I need to tell you.'

78.

'Everyone here appreciates your dedication and hard work,' Scott said.

Coop stared at him stupidly. 'Are you giving me the bounce?'

Scott looked uncomfortable. 'The place where we found the satellite phone,' he said. 'That river is a cla.s.s-three rapid. It merges with another one about a quarter of a mile away.'

'The Wild Straits,' Coop said distantly. He had an idea where Scott was leading him.

'And that one's a cla.s.s-five rapid, nasty as h.e.l.l.'

Coop had searched the areas well into the night. It had been an excruciatingly perilous affair for everyone involved. Not only was the b.u.mpy and uneven terrain strewn with hidden rocks, boulders and downed tree limbs most of which were obscured underneath at least a good six inches of crusted snow but the ground was covered in ice. Despite his caution, every step had proved to be a roll of the dice; he had slipped and tripped more than once. One uniform had taken the worst spill, falling a.s.s over elbow and almost rolling straight into the rapids. Fortunately, he walked away with only a sprained ankle and a couple of nasty bruises.

'I know you and Dr McCormick were very close.'

Were.

'Sir, I understand '

'I don't think you do,' Scott said. His voice was quiet. Respectful. 'We put birds in the sky equipped with thermal imaging. We didn't find a heat signature anywhere in the woods. If Savran people who get caught in those rapids, sometimes they're never found.'

'That doesn't mean she's dead. What if Savran took her as a hostage?'

'Then why hasn't he contacted us?'

Coop didn't have an answer. The feeling of dread that he woke up with each morning gripped him, but he said the words anyway: 'She could still be alive.'

Scott tried to keep his face empty. 'DD wants you on the next flight home.'

'Why?'

'He thinks you're too close to this conflict of interest and all that.'

'And you? What do you think?'

Scott didn't have a chance to answer; his satellite phone started ringing.

As Scott took the call, Coop saw himself walking back to the main road as the dawn broke. Darby wasn't anywhere in those woods. And yet he had refused to get back into the car and pack it in because it felt like a betrayal. As if he were turning his back on her. Because if the roles had been reversed, she'd have moved heaven and earth to find him, dead or alive, it wouldn't have mattered.

Then his mind snapped back to the present, back to Lancaster's missing keys and the fact that he hadn't found a computer or any computer-related equipment inside the man's house. Maybe Lancaster was one of those people, like Hoder, who disliked computers, or maybe Lancaster thought his iPhone was all the technology he needed.

So why was it nagging at him?

Scott hung up, his face and tone grave when he said, 'They found Savran. He's dead.'

79.

Darby heard the trapdoor open and saw a glint of sunlight on the ladder's rungs.

Nicky Hubbard wasn't alone this time; Ray Williams had come with her. She stood slightly behind him, arms crossed over her chest and pouting, eyes flaring with hatred.

Williams had the put-out expression and demeanour of a parent summoned to the princ.i.p.al's office to discuss an argument between his child and another student. 'My Sarah says you '

'Nicky,' Darby said. 'Her name is Nicky Hubbard.'

A dangerous light came into his eyes, one that for some reason brought to mind video images she'd seen of n.a.z.i soldiers. It made her skin crawl.

'Her name is Sarah,' Williams said.

Nicky Hubbard's wide smile glowed with satisfaction.

Williams stuffed his hands deep in his trouser pockets. 'Her name is Sarah,' he said again. 'You will not ask my Sarah any more questions. You will do what she says, when she says it. If you don't, when I come for you, I'll punish you like this.'

Darby heard a new sound, a whining squeak, above her; then whiplash-quick the lead connected to her steel collar yanked her off her feet. A split-second later her head slammed against the ceiling and she dangled in the air, choking, legs scissoring and her torso jerking wildly, her weight strangling her to death. Her brain screamed like a fire alarm as she clawed desperately at the steel collar. Her face burned, and the pressure in her head threatened to explode unless she could draw a breath and she couldn't draw a breath. Her legs kept kicking, the oxygen was dying, and her brain and blood howled in protest, fighting to survive. Black and red spots like drops of pain appeared in her vision, bleeding together, and she couldn't see anything, and she couldn't breathe.

Then the tension in the cord suddenly gave way, and Darby crashed against the floor, gasping. Her legs had no strength in them, they had turned to liquid. She couldn't breathe she tried, but it was as if her lungs had quit working. When they finally, mercifully, roared back to life, she sucked in great gulps of precious air. Her vision cleared, and she could see Williams next to Hubbard, rubbing her back as he whispered words of comfort into her ear.

Then Williams kissed the top of her head and turned back to the ladder. Nicky Hubbard remained standing, hatred still glowing in her eyes as she slammed her thumb against the remote b.u.t.ton for the shock collar and kept it there.

This time the shock was a hundred times stronger; it was as if she'd stepped on to a high-voltage wire. Her eyes slammed shut and she saw a supernova of white stars explode and scream through her skull as her limbs flapped uselessly, banging against the concrete. Darby kicked and thrashed, spittle flying from her mouth, and an inner voice said, I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him the first chance I get, and if you get in my way, Nicky, I'm going to kill you too.

'My vision's getting better each day,' I say into the phone.

'That's good,' Griffin replies. It's coming up on 10 p.m. and I can tell he's slightly drunk. He feels the need to call me each day, to check up and see how I'm faring which is good. I can also get information on the progress of the Savran manhunt.

'What about the headaches?' Griffin asks.

'Awful.' Which is completely true. Lancaster treated me to a hairline fracture. 'They've got me on this migraine-level medication. Guess who has to pick up the tab for it?'

Griffin chuckles. He knows our health insurance is for s.h.i.t.

'If I were you, I'd ride the disability and workman's comp into the sunset. I bet you're making more on those two than you do on your regular pay.'

'You're right.'

'I'm telling you, go out on a permanent disability.'

'I'm seriously thinking about it.'

'Good. Because guys like us who actually give a s.h.i.t and play by the rules? We're suckers. And I'm sick and tired of being a sucker, Ray. Tomorrow morning I think I'm gonna slip on a sheet of ice on my way into the station.'

I laugh. 'What's going on with Savran?'

'You haven't heard?'

'Heard what?'

'They found his Bronco at the old coal plant in Leadville earlier today and Savran lying in a ditch about a mile away. ME said it's a suicide.'

I close my eyes, sweet and blessed relief flooding through me. Lancaster had told me the truth about Savran being dead.

'Blew his brains out,' Griffin says.

'When did they find him?'

'Couple of hours ago.' Griffin takes a sip of his drink. I hear a rattle of ice cubes and then, in the background, a man who sounds like Billy O'Reilly shouting something about immigrants. 'I don't have any idea about the McCormick broad. My guess is he dumped her body in the rapids where they found her phone, which means we'll never find her.'

You got that right, I add silently.

'That fed there, what's-his-name, Cooper, he thinks Savran took Lancaster's keys and went through Teddy's house and took a whole bunch of his computer stuff.'

I had given Teddy's keys to Sarah. She drove to Lancaster's house to remove any computers, programming books and computer equipment CDs, USB keys, anything that could be used to store copies of the videos anything that would suggest that Lancaster knew his way around computers.

Later that same night, when I returned home from the hospital, I looked through Teddy's laptop and discovered he had kept copies of the videos. He wasn't in any of them, of course, because he had to use the videos to frame Savran.

'Did the feds find any evidence suggesting Savran stole Lancaster's laptop or whatever he used?'

'No,' Griffin said. 'If Savran did it why he did it well, we're not going to know now, are we?'

'What's Brewster saying?'

'Nothing. Everyone knows the feds like to invent s.h.i.t to keep themselves busy. It's how they justify their pay cheques to the taxpayers.'

After I get Griffin off the phone, I pick up the walkie-talkie, call Sarah and tell her to come to the house. Then I stand by the window. Several minutes later, I see the shed door open under the moonlight.

I've been having her spend her days inside the chamber with Darby; federal agents and marshals have been stopping by the house at all hours, asking questions about the ma.s.sacre inside Sally Kelly's house. Having suffered a skull fracture and a major concussion, I'm able to use the 'I don't remember' defence. I squirreled her away, antic.i.p.ating the news about Nicky Hubbard's fingerprint to break at any second.

I grew up in Red Hill and have lived here all my life. My mother had a sister who lived in Wichita. We'd visit her sometimes. During one of those trips I went to the mall and found her a daughter, just like she asked. We brought Nicky home and we called her Sarah. Sarah lived in the bas.e.m.e.nt and was home-schooled. We loved her and fed her and cared for her. I loved her and fed her and cared for her, yet the FBI could take all that away at a moment's notice.

n.o.body knows about Sarah no one has ever seen her. My new Sarah now lives a comfortable and peaceful life right here inside our home. She has never left the house without my permission (she knows better), and as I watch her trundle through the snow, I wonder again about Lancaster if the man had told someone about the video of me scrubbing down the corner inside the Downes bedroom. It's still a possibility; Teddy did, after all, have people helping him Whitehead and Nelson, to name two.

No, I remind myself again. Had Teddy told anyone, something would have happened by now. Seven days have pa.s.sed and nothing has changed. But if Cooper or any other fed starts digging into my background, there's a chance they might be able to connect me to Hubbard 'What is it, baby?' she asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

'Where do you want to go?'

Anywhere but prison, Sarah. I'll die before I let that happen.

'I don't care,' she says, 'as long as I'm with you.'

She hugs me fiercely. I'm staring at her neck, thinking about how easy it would be to snap it. One swift tug and pull and it's over. If you're dead, Sarah, no one can find you. If you're dead, I'm safe. Free. I can dump her body in my room underneath the shed. No one will find her or Darby. Kill them both and run.

'I'm hungry,' I say.

'I'll make us a nice dinner, then.'

That's not what I meant, but I don't tell her. I want her happy and occupied. 'That sounds wonderful,' I tell her, smiling. 'Go ahead and do that. I've got to take care of something first.'

Sarah knows I'm thinking of Darby McCormick knows I've been wanting to spend time with her alone for days now.

She looks wounded. 'You don't need her,' she says. 'You can play with me.'

I sigh, pinching my temples. I close my eyes, wishing that I could open them and find myself in another state or city or country, anywhere but here.

'Sarah, I '

'I know what you like, baby. I know how to make you feel good, you've taught me how to make you feel good in all sorts of different ways.'

'I'm not going to play with her.'

Sarah stares at me for a beat, confused, a dog which has failed to understand a command.

'Then why are you going to '

'To kill her,' I say. 'I'm going to kill her.'

Sarah stands as motionless as a statue.

'I don't want her,' I say. 'I want you.'