"Isn"t this cozy," the maniac said, sounding pleased with himself over the drip of rusting, ancient pipes. "I a.s.sume you two have met.... No? Oh, that"s right. Kristi, meet your half sister, Eve. And Eve, have we met? Do you know who I am?"
She didn"t respond.
"Oh, come on, now, Sis," he said, obviously enjoying her confusion. "Tell her, Kristi." Then before the girl could say a thing, he added, "I"m A. J. Tennet, actually Adam Tennet. Get it? Adam and Eve? Like some kind of great cosmic joke, the G.o.ds, or really your father played on us."
In the semi-dark she stared into eyes that were as cruel and cold as they were like her own.
Her twin! The brother she hadn"t known existed!
"That"s right. You"ve got it. We came into the world, right here, in this hospital. Together. Trouble was, Dr. Renner adopted you, and he tossed me out in the garbage, handed me over to a couple who didn"t give a c.r.a.p about me, especially once they suddenly got fertile and had kids of their own. So you were the lucky one, weren"t you, princess?"
He was psychotic. No telling what he planned to do, but no doubt it was demented and evil. Death lurked around the corner. Don"t give up. Fight him! He thinks he has the advantage. Don"t give up. Fight him! He thinks he has the advantage. Her fingers tightened over the shard of gla.s.s. Her fingers tightened over the shard of gla.s.s.
He reached for another straitjacket, but as he pulled it down it fell apart in his hands, the ancient cloth disintegrating. "f.u.c.k!" he said. Then, to Eve and Kristi, "Sit the f.u.c.k down!"
He"s unraveling, right before my eyes, like the straight jacket. If things don"t go exactly as he plans, he falls apart....
Both women slid slowly to the floor.
He wasn"t through raving, and though Kristi tried to meet Eve"s eyes, Eve stared straight at this abomination who was her twin.
"Yeah, my mother, Lara Tennet, she was a piece of work. A real sweetheart. She taught me everything I know about women." He said it with disgust as if it brought a bad taste to his mouth. "Whoring c.u.n.t. If you knew what she did to me. Her own d.a.m.ned son." He was furious now and something more.... Beneath the anger there was another emotion visible...Self-loathing?
"And you, Eve," he snarled. "The princess. Good old Mom told me all about you. Couldn"t give it up. She was fascinated." He came closer then, bending down, staring at her with a l.u.s.t and envy that scared her to her soul.
Pretend. Act like you"re not with him. Maybe he will let his guard down.
"You don"t know how many times I heard about you. I"d love to f.u.c.k the h.e.l.l out of you. But I don"t think that"s possible and besides...." He was shaking now, his gun trembling in his hands.
Oh G.o.d, it could go off at any second!
"II don" unnerstand," she said, as if she were still more woozy than she felt. She wanted to keep him talking, hoping that he would slip up, his attention diverted, if only for a split second. Then she"d attack.
"Of course you don"t," he said, nibbling a fingernail. "You didn"t have to join the army to get away from your mother, did you? You didn"t have to depend on the government to buy your education for you. You didn"t have to fudge on your application and hope to h.e.l.l that it would get through. You didn"t sweat that the police wouldn"t accept you into their ranks." He tore off a nail in his teeth and sank to the floor, his gun still trained on her. "I"ve been planning this a long time, you know, but I had to wait until the time was right, until Ronnie got out of prison." Adam grinned then and whispered in a raspy voice, "Heeee"s freeee..."
Eve"s skin crawled, and he saw the reaction.
"Oh, I know you thought I was talking about Cole Dennis.... Nope. It was Ronnie. I needed someone who would do my dirty work, and who better than nutcase Ronnie? You may not know this, but he had a real hard-on for you, Eve. Um-hmmm. Planned to f.u.c.k the h.e.l.l out of you and then kill you. You won"t have to worry about that now." He leered at her as if he imagined what it would be like to rape her, but something held him back, something ridiculously tied to sanity. "Ronnie thought we were doing G.o.d"s will."
"How do you know that?" Kristi demanded.
"Because I"m G.o.d," Adam said, still staring at Eve. "The Voice, I think he called me. I had it wired so that I could talk to him at night, tell him what I wanted him to do. He heard other voices as well, whispery conversations that made him think he was insane. It was sick how he begged and prayed for me to come to him. He was the Reviver, that"s the name I gave him. Told him he would be deified and because I"d planted the seed, another gift from Mom and her sick palindromes, he was convinced that he was doing G.o.d"s work, G.o.d who thought backward and forward. "Reviver" is a word that goes both ways, same with "deified" and "Eve,"" he said, looking straight at her. "And the numbers tattooed onto the victims? Room numbers from the hospital. Even Sister Viv stayed here."
Eve swallowed hard. He was sicker than she imagined.
Kristi said, "You told him who you wanted killed?"
"Yeah, and as I said, I worked palindromes into the equation and that started with Mom, too. Ronnie saw her tattoo Faith"s head with "live" all those years ago. She knew Faith had been s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g around, and so she upped Faith"s meds, made her woozy and tattooed her. "Live," but really "evil." And then, on top of it all, Mom and Dad adopted me, all under the table. She told me this, you know, right before she overdosed on her own meds, poor woman. That"s why I had to steal all the files that were hidden here, in the attic, so you wouldn"t guess Mom"s death was connected to Our Lady of Virtues."
He grinned as she realized he"d started the killing with his own mother.
He"s proud of himself. Bragging, Eve realized, sick at his story and filled with a colder fear. He"d accomplished whatever it was he thought was his mission, so now he had no goal, no reason to live, no reason to keep either Kristi or her alive. Eve realized, sick at his story and filled with a colder fear. He"d accomplished whatever it was he thought was his mission, so now he had no goal, no reason to live, no reason to keep either Kristi or her alive.
The hand holding the gun was more relaxed, but he still gnawed on the fingernails of the other hand, nervously chewing. He was volatile, liable to snap at any minute.
"Don"t you want to know how you ended up with two sets of sperm in your v.a.g.i.n.a, Eve?" he asked, and she forced herself to roll her eyes at him, her head lolling. "That was my idea. Ronnie actually did the honors. He had no problem getting off on you."
She nearly threw up at the thought of the maniac with the needle.
Sensing her revulsion, he grinned. "Don"t fret, princess. The Reviver didn"t touch you. I did the lab work myself, added his sperm to the rape kit." His watering eyes gleamed as he leaned close, adding, "So they"d all know you"re a wh.o.r.e, just like our mother."
She fought the urge to attack, to leap across the room and pummel him with her fists and slice his face with her measly weapon. But it was no match for a gun. She glanced at Kristi, who was watching his every movement. If only she could convey her thoughts to Kristi.
Not yet....Wait.... He"s letting down his guard. Maybe we can some how get the upper hand and if not kill him, lock him inside his own prison!
"So you see, sisters, I think we should all go out in a blaze of glory. As much as I"d love to f.u.c.k you both, we don"t have time, and that would be the ultimate sin, wouldn"t it? In another lifetime," he whispered, and Eve felt as if the grim reaper had just slid his fingertips down her spine.
Adam glanced over at Kristi. "You know, you weren"t a part of this until you came snooping. I really was going to let you write your d.a.m.ned book, but once you tried to call the cops on me, well, I figured you deserve the same fate as the princess. Especially since you called in the cavalry. So...we all die. Become martyrs. We, the illicit sp.a.w.n of Father James. Fitting, don"t you think? Listen..."
He c.o.c.ked a head as if to focus on sounds, and Eve heard it then, the sound of footsteps, running overhead.
Where was she?
Oh G.o.d, where was she?
Heart pounding, pulse thundering, his hand bleeding from the window he"d broken to get in, Cole raced through the old hallways and stairs of the hospital. Up, up, up to the attic. Surely that"s where the son of a b.i.t.c.h would take them. To Eve"s retreat as a child, where the doll and Sister Vivian had been found. Frantic, he eased around the chimney, his heart in his throat, his gut churning.
Eve! Hang on, darlin"! I"m coming. Oh please, please hang on!
Around the corner and into the attic, a desolate garret where the rain pounded on the roof and the interior was still as death.
Where are you, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d? Cole thought, frantic as his gaze sc.r.a.ped the deep umbra and every cranny. Cole thought, frantic as his gaze sc.r.a.ped the deep umbra and every cranny. Where! Where!
His mouth dry as the Sahara, he stepped across the floorboards and heard the rush of the wind and scream of sirens.
No one leapt at him.
No one shouted.
He didn"t stumble over any bodies.
No one was here.... So where, d.a.m.n it, where in G.o.d"s name was she?
Back down the stairs and, quickly, silently, searching every room. His heart hammered and fear tore through him as he ran, feeling every second of Eve"s life tick away as if it were her last.
Montoya stood on the brakes, and the Crown Vic screeched to a stop right beside Cole Dennis"s Jeep and the worried form of Sister Odine, who was huddled under an umbrella. Rain pelted from the sky, dark and ominous as a curse.
"I just got here," she said, eyeing the Jeep as the officers sprang from their vehicle. "I have no idea who this belongs to or who opened the gates."
"Don"t worry about it," Bentz said, eyeing the bolt cutters and clipped chain. "You"ve got the keys to the building?"
"Yes." She singled out one key and handed the ring to him then saw the blood covering his shirt. "Oh, my."
"Not mine," he a.s.sured her, snagging the key ring.
"Thanks. Now, please, Sister, go back to the convent and stay there. I"ve called for backup, but please leave. Now."
"G.o.d be with you," she whispered then made the sign of the cross. Holding her umbrella against the wind, her skirts billowing, she started back to the convent just as sirens screamed from a distance.
Bentz didn"t wait. Weapon drawn, he ran up the cracked, wet driveway and heard Montoya"s footsteps as the younger cop kept pace. Past the overgrown lawn and empty fountain, through the sheeting rain, they raced toward the behemoth of a hospital that rose sinister and dark, a malevolent brick beast where only evil resided.
Bentz"s heart nearly froze.
Kristi was inside.
In the attic.
And not alone.
With the killer!
G.o.d help her, he thought, reaching the doors and jamming the key into the lock. His fingers were wet and the metal was slick, but the latch gave way. With a groan, the huge doors swung open. he thought, reaching the doors and jamming the key into the lock. His fingers were wet and the metal was slick, but the latch gave way. With a groan, the huge doors swung open.
"Hear that? Didn"t I tell you? We have company," Adam said as the sound of footsteps echoed from above. "Time to end it." He was agitated. Edgy.
He glanced toward the ceiling as he stood up, and in that instant Eve nodded sharply at Kristi then sprang, her arm raised high, the piece of gla.s.s cutting into her palm.
She struck.
Hard.
Blood spurted from his neck.
Rained on her.
Adam bellowed, shocked. Twirling, he fired. The gunshot echoed like thunder in the small room, a bullet zinging past her head.
Kristi rolled, using her entire body to whip his legs out from under him. A. J. fell hard, landing on his back. He shot again, wildly.
Hot pain sizzled through Eve"s thigh.
Kristi kicked hard, landing a blow to the side of his face.
He screamed. Rage and agony reverberated through the room. Footsteps thundered on the stairs.
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
He bobbled the gun, but somehow held on, blood streaming down his neck and staining his shirt. His eyes were wild, his rage palpable. He turned the muzzle on Kristi.
"b.i.t.c.h!"
Kristi kicked again, trying to knock the weapon from his hand and knocked over the lantern. Kerosene and fire crawled across the room.
Blam!
The pistol went off again, the noise like thunder.
Kristi crumpled.
Voices shouted from outside in the hallway.
"NO!" Eve screamed, staring in shock as she realized the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had killed her sister. The sister she"d never gotten to know. Eve whirled on him, her gaze locked with his as flames began to spread. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" Eve screamed, staring in shock as she realized the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had killed her sister. The sister she"d never gotten to know. Eve whirled on him, her gaze locked with his as flames began to spread. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
"Like you," he gasped, winded from the blow, but still hanging onto his weapon. "Like you, princess!"
Someone pounded on the door. "Police, open up!"
Slowly, deliberately, unafraid, he raised the gun again. Staring down the barrel, Eve knew this was what he"d planned all along. In the puddled kerosene, fire crackled around them.
"You and me, Eve. We came into the world and we go out together!"
"Open the d.a.m.n door! Now!" Bentz"s shouted urgently.
Crack!
Wood splintered. The door to the cell burst open the same moment the gunshot echoed.
Bentz fired.
Point blank.
A second later he rushed into the room, Montoya on his heels, Cole a step behind. In time to see the killer slump over and drop his gun.
"Get them out of here. s.h.i.t! Fire! For Christ"s sake, get extinguishers! There"s a fire here, d.a.m.n it!" Montoya yelled. "Jesus Christ! It"s Tennet!"
Eve nearly fainted.