Silenced (40 page)

“I interned for Senator Paxton years ago. He gave me a recommendation to get into the Bureau.”

“I just came from meeting with AD Rick Stockton and he filled me in on the case. I also talked to Cathy Hummel at MARC. I wanted you to know, Ivy, that Cathy and I are establishing a foundation in the name of Chris and Jocelyn Taylor. And the first thing we’re doing is rebuilding the house on Hawthorne Street. I’ve already talked to the owner, we’re going to arrange a financially beneficial agreement for her, and I’ll rebuild. It’ll be a place for young women in transition. Cathy said the hardest age group to work with are eighteen to twenty-five—most programs are for minors.”

“Why?” Ivy said. “Why do you want to help?” She sounded not only skeptical, but threatened. As if he were going to start making demands.

“Because I can. I’ve given a lot of money to MARC and similar groups over the years, and I think this cause is worthwhile.”

He looked at Lucy, expecting her to vouch for him.

And on this, she could. Because even though she had some deep-seated problems with the senator, he did want to help others. He needed to help others. Maybe as penance for crimes he’d never admitted to.

She said, “I think it’s a good thing. Is MARC running the house?”

“Yes, they’re already set up, why create additional bureaucracy?”

“Thank you, Jonathon,” Lucy said.

He smiled and took her hand. “It’s always good to see you, Lucy. Please, don’t be a stranger.”

He turned to Ivy, shook her hand, then walked off.

“I have a hard time trusting people who give without wanting something in return,” Ivy said.

“He’s not doing this for you,” Lucy muttered.

“What?”

She shook her head. “The senator is running from his own demons, I think. Philanthropy makes him feel better about himself.”

Ivy said,
“Your money perish with you, because you thought that the gift of God could be purchased with money!… For I see that you are poisoned by bitterness and bound by iniquity.”

“Appropriate,” Lucy said.

“I don’t even believe anymore.”

“It’s okay,” Lucy said. “I have a hard time when bad things happen to kids like Sara. But then I remember that the doctors never thought Patrick would wake from his coma.”

They went up to Genie’s room, which was filled with her family, including her grandson Isaiah. Genie seemed pleased to see Lucy, and relieved that the case was resolved.

“They’re making me take two weeks off,” Genie grumbled.

“I’ll come visit.”

“You’d better.”

Lucy stepped aside so Ivy could talk to Genie. At first, Ivy didn’t say anything. She looked around at the roomful of people, then stared at her feet, nervous.

Genie reached out and grabbed her hand. “Glad to finally meet you,” she said to Ivy.

“I’m sorry,” Ivy mumbled.

“About what? Protecting your family? You got nothing to apologize for, girl. I think
that
”—she gestured to the security bracelet around her ankle—“is punishment enough.”

“Thank you for everything you did for my friends. Lucy said you’re a great cop, and you cared about them, even when they were dead.”

“Stop,” Genie said, her eyes tearing. “Someone has to speak up for those who can’t speak for themselves. I’m no saint.”

“You are to me,” Lucy said.

*   *   *

Sean was playing games with Sara on her iPad, while putting together the truth behind Senator Paxton’s lies.

From the beginning he’d been the one playing with Sara’s life. All the tidbits Sean had picked up from Lucy’s investigation and from the senator himself found their proper places.

Sergio had kidnapped Sara and brought her to Ivy. He’d been the one who’d bought the virtual phone number so Ivy could reach him. Yet he’d allowed Paxton to play the game with Crowley, to release the photographs to the media that started this entire chain of events spiraling out of control.

That Sara was away from the bastard who’d raised her, and Ivy would probably get off with probation, were a small silver lining in a sea of blood—the blood of six people who’d been killed to cover up the crimes of Devon Sullivan and her cohorts.

Paxton was a danger not only to Sean but to others. He played the role of master chessman, sacrificing pawns and others in his quest to win whatever endgame he had in mind.

And it incensed Sean that he was getting away with it.

Not forever. He’d threatened Sean, but more egregious, he’d threatened Lucy. Sean didn’t care how long it took, but he would destroy Jonathon Paxton.

The door opened and Noah stepped in. He looked worried. “Kate said Lucy was here with Ivy.”

“They went to visit Detective Reid,” Sean said.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked. She sat up. “Did something happen?”

“No,” Noah said. “Everything’s fine. You sit tight, I’m going to talk to Sean for a minute outside.”

She didn’t believe him, and neither did Sean. He followed Noah out.

“What?” he demanded.

“We thought Abernathy took a train to New York, but when it arrived at the station, he wasn’t on it. It’s just a precaution, but we should let Lucy know—”

Sean didn’t let him finish. “Reid’s room is across the courtyard,” he said as he bolted for the staircase.

*   *   *

Lucy and Ivy left Genie a few minutes later and went back across the courtyard to the pediatric wing.

They were just passing the fountain in the middle of the garden when the hair rose on the back of Lucy’s neck and she felt eyes on her.

“Ivy!” she said sharply, pulling her to her side. They were being watched.

A man in a hoodie walked briskly toward them. Lucy saw a flash of metal up his left sleeve.

“Brian,” Lucy said.

He stopped, whether startled because she knew his name or because she’d spotted him.

“Stay behind me,” Lucy told Ivy.

“I just want her,” Brian said. His voice was garbled and he sounded sick.

“No you don’t,” Lucy said. “You don’t want to kill anyone.”

“Get out of the way.”

He stepped toward her.

“Ivy, run,” Lucy said.

She didn’t, but took two steps away. “Stop!” Brian commanded and showed the knife. “I will kill your friend, Poison Ivy.”

“You won’t,” Lucy said. Her mind ran through Psycho 101, as her favorite professor called it. Then she remembered Brian wasn’t a psychopath. He had no remorse, but he got no pleasure from murder. It was a means to an end.

“I just want to leave,” Brian said. “I hate this city. These people. I never wanted to come back. She made me.”

Lucy took a gamble.

“Your mother.”

“To keep Ned out of trouble.” He barked out a laugh. “Ned! Dumb-ass brother of mine. And she thought he walked on water.”

“I’m sorry about your brother.”

“Yeah. Well.” He sniffed. “I loved him, you know? Really. He was so stupid sometimes, but we were buds.”

He was grieving, she realized. And he probably had never felt real grief before.

“My nephew was killed,” Lucy said, working on building a rapport. She didn’t dare look, but she sensed movement in her peripheral vision.

“Nephew?” he said with a sneer.

“We were the same age. My oldest sister and my mom were pregnant at the same time. And it was like losing my brother. Justin and I did everything together.”

“Yeah.” He paused, used the back of his hand to wipe his nose. “I always looked out for Ned.”

“This can all stop, right now. Put the knife down, Brian.”

“I can’t. I have to finish this.”

“Look around you. They’re not going to let you leave.”

He did, and Lucy hoped she was right. That there were cops along with the spectators.

“I just want to go home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Hawaii.”

Lucy gambled. “They’re not going to let you go, and if you throw that knife, you might kill me, but you’ll be dead when a dozen bullets hit you. And Ivy will still be alive because she’s behind me. I’m not moving. You don’t want to kill me because I’m not the problem, am I. It’s your mother who started this game.”

If one of those cops got an itchy finger, they’d lose their only witness to Devon Sullivan’s culpability in Wendy James’s death. Lucy had to talk Brian down.

“Dear God, I hate that woman.”

“I’m not a big fan myself.”

He coughed, then winced.

“Are you hurt?” Lucy asked, showing genuine concern. “I heard you fell on a sprinkler head.”

“It’s bad. Still bleeding a bit. Hurts like hell.”

“We’re at the hospital. There are a hundred doctors here who can take care of that. Give you something for the pain.”

He didn’t say anything.

Lucy sensed movement to her right. She put her hands up and to the side, hoping the security guards knew to stand down. Behind Brian she saw Noah and Sean approaching slowly. Noah was using hand signals to direct Sean, who nodded. They were splitting up, Noah going right, Sean to the left. Both outside of Brian’s peripheral vision.

She briefly caught Sean’s eye. His expression was focused. He gave her a half-smile while his attention was on Brian’s knife.

“Brian, let me help you.”

“Can you just step aside so I can finish this?” he said without heart.

“I can’t. But I can make you an offer I think you’ll like.”

“There’s nothing.”

He was in pain, sick, and depressed. Worse, he’d lost hope. He knew he wouldn’t leave the courtyard alive if he tried to kill Ivy. Suicide cocktail right there.

“Lower the knife.”

He dropped his hand an inch.

“Good. Your mother is going to prison on a multitude of crimes, but she’s telling us she had nothing to do with killing Wendy James and the others. She says that’s all you.”

He grimaced. “Bitch.”

Lucy knew he wasn’t talking about her, he was talking about his mother.

“If you help us prove her wrong, help us prove that she ordered the hit on Wendy, then I will do everything in my power to get you back to Hawaii.”

“You’re not going to let me go free. I’m not stupid. Not after what I’ve done.”

“No, you won’t be free, but there’s a federal penitentiary in Honolulu.”

Brian’s face brightened. His hand dropped another inch. “You can do that?”

“I know a lot of people high up in the FBI. And I will tell them, I swear to God, I will tell them that you voluntarily dropped that knife, that you showed remorse to me for your crimes. That you will help fill in the blanks in their case against Devon Sullivan.”

He looked at her quizzically. “What about Clark?”

Her heart raced. “Clark Jager?”

“Yeah. Can’t I testify against him? Do you know what he’s done?”

“No, I don’t.”

Brian laughed, and it ended in a cough. “This whole thing was his fucking idea.” He dropped the knife. “I’ll tell you everything, but please, I really need a doctor.” He fell to his knees.

Both Sean and Noah ran to Brian. Sean kicked away the knife while Noah cuffed him. “He needs a doctor, Noah.”

“I’ll get a guard on him and take him to the emergency room.”

Lucy turned to Ivy. “You’re okay, right?”

She said, “He killed them?”

“Yes. We think so.”

“And shot Mina?”

“Are you okay?”

“He’s so … pathetic.”

“Some of us get handed great parents, and life still turns bad. Others get bad parents, and they either overcome it—like you—or they become what they hate. Remember you are better than your father.”

“My mother tried to save us. That’s why she died.”

“Then remember her sacrifice and rise above what’s happened. I know you can do it, Ivy.”

“Can I go to Sara?”

“Of course.”

Lucy watched her leave.

“Lucy.” Sean came up behind her.

Without a word, Lucy wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. She didn’t realize until that moment that she was shaking.

Sean ran his hands up and down her back until her adrenaline dropped. “Let’s get Chip and go home. I have a hot tub that’s begging for us to enjoy it.”

Lucy tilted her head up and kissed him. “I need it. Please don’t let me out until I’m shriveled like a prune.”

“That’s an attractive vision.” Sean frowned. He kissed her. “Stop scaring me, Princess.”

“It’s been one of those weeks. I’m sure you’ll have your chance to make me worry.”

“We have two weeks until you go to Quantico. Think I can get you to take a couple days off? Two? Can I hope for three?”

Noah came up to them. “How about four?”

“We’ll take it,” Sean said.

“You’ve earned it, Lucy,” Noah said. “Not just here, but yesterday. Matt Slater told me what he said to you the other day.”

“I wish he hadn’t—”

Noah put up his hand. “I didn’t go out on a limb bringing you in as an analyst. You’re an asset, and I trust your judgment. Matt shouldn’t have put those doubts in your head. He feels shitty about it.”

“He should,” Sean said.

“It’s over and forgotten. I just hope Matt will forgive me. I kind of promised Abernathy that he might be able to serve his sentence in Hawaii.”

“I heard. And if he can put Clark Jager
and
Devon Sullivan in prison for the rest of their lives, I’ll make certain he serves his time in Honolulu.”

They walked toward the parking lot.

“Why are you here?” Lucy asked Noah.

“Kate called. The chip you pulled out of the cat?”

“She could read it?”

“It has everything we need to put Devon Sullivan away, and she only pulled ten percent of the data off. Audio recordings, some video, JPEGs that appear to be snapshots of financial documents. Kate’s planning on spending all weekend categorizing the information. I told Josh Stein and you’d think he’d won the lottery.”

“A great ending to a really miserable case,” Lucy said.

“I need to check on my prisoner. See you on Monday.”

Sean frowned. “I thought you gave her four days off.”

“The four days before she reports to the Academy. We need all hands next week going through the mountains of evidence and paperwork.”

“I’ll be there,” Lucy said.

Noah went into the hospital, and Sean put his arm around Lucy. “
Now
can we go get our cat and sit in the hot tub?”