"I don"t think you need this anymore." Montoya plucked the don"t think you need this anymore." Montoya plucked the For Sale For Sale sign off the post, then tossed it into a pile of leaves near the trash basket. sign off the post, then tossed it into a pile of leaves near the trash basket.
"You don"t expect me to move?" Abby asked, teasing.
"Nah." He wrapped strong arms around her. "Well, at least not far."
He was right of course. In the past two weeks since the night that Christian Pomeroy had been killed, Abby had lost all incentive to move.
Her sister, Zoey, had spent a week in the hospital, then three days at Abby"s house before declaring that she had to return to Seattle. Zoey"s face still looked like she"d been beaten black and blue but the plastic surgeons had reconstructed the part of her cheek bone that had been shattered by Pomeroy"s bullet and pa.s.sed through the soft tissue on the other side of her face. She was looking at several more surgeries and extensive dental work in the future, but she was alive and wanted to be home in the Pacific Northwest.
Abby hadn"t blamed her. She"d promised to visit and stay with Zoey during the next round of surgeries.
"Great. When this is all over, I"ll be so d.a.m.ned beautiful," Zoey had insisted, refusing to let the thought of more reconstruction and recovery get her down, "Hollywood will be knocking down my door. I could even get a job with one of those entertainment programs, I"ll bet. Mary Hart, move over!" She"d laughed, then groaned with pain. "Well, eventually."
As for Abby, she had no intention of moving away from Montoya who had been with her day and night. Hershey, of course, was thrilled that Montoya nearly lived at their house these days, though Ansel hadn"t budged in his out-and-out distrust of the detective.
Abby looked up at Montoya now, with the sunlight piercing through the canopy of branches overhead. Bright rays caught in his black hair and glinted in his eyes. Staring at him Abby felt her heart swell. And she no longer fought the attraction.
After Luke"s betrayal and her divorce, Abby had vowed she"d never fall in love again. But she"d been wrong. Dead wrong. What she felt whenever Reuben Montoya was around was five steps beyond exhilaration. As often as she"d tried to talk herself out of this ridiculous feeling of euphoria, she"d also decided it was time to trust again, to love again, to let the chips fall where they may. He"d asked her to trust him the night of Pomeroy"s death and she had. He was definitely worth the gamble.
"You know, maybe I made a mistake," Montoya said, slinging his arm over her shoulder as they walked toward the cottage, Hershey bounding at their heels. As they pa.s.sed the For Sale For Sale sign lying on the ground, he gave it a kick. "Maybe you do want to move." sign lying on the ground, he gave it a kick. "Maybe you do want to move."
"Oh?" She c.o.c.ked an interested eyebrow. The man was forever surprising her. "So now, five minutes after taking down the sign, you"re ready to put it up again and get rid of me?"
His grin stretched wide, showing off white teeth in his black goatee. "I didn"t say that."
She c.o.c.ked her head. "So what is this, some kind of back handed proposal?"
"I didn"t say that, either!" He laughed and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "You certainly know how to take the wind out of a guy"s sails."
She waited. Where was this going?
"So, okay, here"s the deal: I have the opportunity to buy the shotgun house that"s attached to mine. Mrs. Alexander is moving up north to be with her kids. She offered her house to me on a contract. It"s a d.a.m.ned good deal and I was thinking about remodeling, you know, doubling the s.p.a.ce, creating one bigger house out of the two narrow ones. So, I thought maybe you"d like to move in."
"Maybe," she said glancing around the grounds of her small cottage. "But I kind of like it here."
"Alone?"
"Not necessarily." She winked at him. "Why don"t you move out here?"
"Oh, whoa. Plenty of reasons. Let"s start with we both have work in town, so I thought we could live there, close to work and nightlife and friends, but also keep this place. You know, stay here when we wanted to get away from the city."
"Not too far of a get-away."
He drew her into his arms and rested his forehead on hers. The gold ring in his earlobe winked in the afternoon light. "It would be perfect," he said, his breath fanning her face, her heart suddenly trip-hammering.
"And that way, if things didn"t work out, I could come back here."
"They"ll work out." He seemed so positive. Yeah, maybe there was more than a little pride in Reuben Diego Pedro Montoya. "You know, they even have this pool down at the station. Bets are being taken. Bentz told me it"s two to one that you and I"ll be married by the end of the year."
"Is that so? Then you"ll have to work fast, won"t you, Detective."
"I"ve been known to," he said and she felt that little jolt of l.u.s.t seep into her blood again reflected by the hint of desire in his coffee-dark eyes.
"I come with baggage," she warned, "and I"m not talking about what happened at the old hospital and all those old ghosts of the past."
"That"s not enough?"
She punched him in the arm. "Noooo. I was talking about Ansel and Hershey."
He groaned. "I don"t know. A dog and a suspicious feline?"
"And a zealous sister."
He laughed. "Is that all? No big deal. Come on, Chastain. Bring it on. What else do you have?"
"You"re impossible," she said, giggling, and felt more light-hearted than she had in years.
"So I"ve been told."
"I"ll consider the move," she said as they climbed the two steps of the porch and she heard a squirrel running rapidly across the roof. "But I can"t promise anything."
As much as she"d loved being with Montoya these past two weeks, they"d been difficult as well. News reporters had called repeatedly as her name had been linked to Faith Chastain and Christian Pomeroy. Sean Erwin had been p.i.s.sed as h.e.l.l when he"d tried to buy the house for thousands less than it was worth and she"d turned him down. Maury Taylor was still milking Luke"s death and the whole serial killer thing at WSLJ, and her clientele had grown exponentially with her new-found infamy.
In-depth stories about Christian Pomeroy, the rich, mentally ill son of a local millionaire who had "slipped through the cracks" in the mental health system had come to light in chilling detail.
At odds with a father who had abandoned him, Christian had used the very weapons Asa Pomeroy had manufactured to subdue and kill him. Grappling with neurosis caused by mental disorder and exacerbated by a religious fanatic of a mother who, it seemed from old records, had abused her son, Christian had probably killed the second Mrs. Asa Pomeroy.
Rather than face prison, Christian had ended up in Our Lady of Virtues Hospital where he"d hung out with a group of angry, socio-pathic youths his own age, all with their own peculiar kinds of violent obsessions. While at the hospital, Christian had met and fallen in love with Faith Chastain, with whom, it was speculated, he had an affair.
Twenty years later he"d started his macabre killing spree.
Christian had died that night at the hospital, tumbling to his death just as his lover had twenty years earlier. Deep in the bowels of the old hospital, the police had found Pomeroy"s lair, an old operating room that had been converted into bizarre living quarters for a demented individual.
References to sin and atonement, lines of Scripture, and religious quotes had been scratched into the wall. Over those rough carvings, Pomeroy had scrawled each of the Seven Deadly Sins in glowing paint and with each sin was its saintly equivalent, the Contrary Virtues written in an intricate hand with the same florescent paint that glowed eerily in the weak light from Pomeroy"s lanterns.
There had been a cot and sleeping bag and an old secretary-type desk where Pomeroy had kept his treasures from his killing spree. Courtney Mary LaBelle"s promise ring had been placed in a tiny slot next to Luke Gierman"s Rolex, Asa Pomeroy"s money clip had been surrounded by Gina Jefferson"s gold chain and cross, Billy Ray Furlough"s expensive revolver cloaked in Maria Montoya"s favorite rosary . . .
Yeah, Abby decided, he was a real wack job.
It seemed that Christian Pomeroy had been plotting his revenge for years and that retaliation had been tweaked and molded by his mother"s antiquated views of sin and redemption, creating a unique and deadly psychosis. He"d even dressed Courtney LaBelle in his mother"s wedding dress, one he"d kept for years, and a designer had identified.
The police had found fourteen names of his potential victims, along with their imagined sins and virtues, listed on a single sheet of paper tacked into the side of the desk. Six names had been crossed off; the six victims who had died in the first three staged scenes. Of the others, four names had been circled and had included Pedro Montoya, Hannah Chastain, Simon h.e.l.ler, and Zoey Chastain. Pride, Humility, Sloth and Zeal. The remaining four people, none of whom she recognized, were a.s.sociated with Envy, Charity, Gluttony and Moderation, had escaped. Or so everyone thought. The police were still checking on their whereabouts.
Still, Pomeroy"s dying words had haunted her.
Tonight is just the beginning.
Hogwash! He was dead. And she didn"t believe he would resurrect.
So why did she still feel a little niggle of fear each time she thought of him? A coldness deep in the center of her soul?
Why did her nightmares now include him?
"Something bothering you?" Montoya asked as he shut the door behind them.
"Same old, same old," she admitted, but refused to dwell on Pomeroy and the horror he"d created. It was over. Done. Finis Finis! "How about I buy you a beer?"
"Sounds good."
They walked into the kitchen and she opened the refrigerator door as Montoya"s cell rang. He pulled the phone from his pocket and checked caller ID.
"Duty calls. It"s Bentz," he said with a smile, then clicked it on. "Montoya."
Abby opened two bottles. As she handed a longneck to Montoya she saw his expression change during the one-sided conversation, his jaw tightening, the corners of his mouth pulling into a frown. "Nope, I have no idea," he responded. "It"s news to me." He took a swallow of beer and listened again, his eyes returning to Abby.
Abby"s guts twisted. Something was wrong.
"She"s right here . . . .Yeah, I"ll ask and get back to you."
"Ask me what?" she said as he clicked off. Her fingers tightened over the chilled bottle of Coors.
"It"s about your mother."
Abby felt a cold breath of dread against the back of her neck. "What about her?" she asked.
"She didn"t have any children other than you and your sister, right?"
"Right. Just Zoey and me." What kind of question was that? Her stomach knotted. She set her beer on the counter.
"And you were born by Cesarean birth?"
"No!" Abby shook her head.
"What about Zoey?"
"No. I"m sure not. I heard the stories of our births from Mom and Dad. And once I walked into the bathroom and saw Mom naked. No scar. Why?"
"Bentz was just going over the medical records for your mother, including the coroner"s report," Montoya said, scratching at his goatee. "It seems she did have a scar that indicated she"d had a C-section. Bentz checked her other, previous medical records, none of which mentioned a pregnancy or birth."
"No way."
He studied her with those dark, warm eyes and she realized she knew very little about the woman who had borne her, the woman whose birthday she had shared, the woman who had slit her own wrists, the woman who had spent years in a mental hospital fighting her own set of demons.
"But that can"t be . . . Mom and Dad weren"t even together . . ." Abby said, hearing her own d.a.m.ning words as her insides turned to ice. Hadn"t Faith had affairs with both Simon h.e.l.ler and Christian Pomeroy? Wasn"t it possible that she"d given birth to one of their offspring . . . that Abby had a half brother or sister somewhere? A child sired by a killer? Her heart turned to stone. "I don"t know," she admitted in a whisper. "I don"t think so, but the truth is, I really don"t know." She cleared her throat, fought back the denials she wanted to scream. "I . . . I suppose anything"s possible."
"Do you think that"s what Pomeroy meant when he said "Tonight"s just the beginning?""
She shuddered, hating to think of the consequences. "I-oh G.o.d-I guess we"d better find out." She detested the thought of it, just wanted to bury the past once and for all. Apparently, it wasn"t to be. She took in a deep breath and met Montoya"s concerned gaze. "So, Detective, where do we begin?"
Montoya thought hard. Took a long pull from his bottle before setting it on the counter. "At the beginning," he said, "where it all started." He held her gaze with his. "At Our Lady of Virtues Mental Hospital."
"Dear G.o.d, will this never end?"
"Of course it will," he said, managing a smile as he drew her into the strength of his arms. "We"ll get through this together, you and me." He kissed her lightly on her lips. "You know, Darlin", I have a feeling that Bentz just might win his bet after all."
"Really?" she asked, and despite everything she couldn"t help but smile. She was with Montoya, the man she loved.
"Abso-friggin-lutely. Chances are by the end of the year, I"ll be a married man."
"So who"s the lucky lady?" she teased, her mood bright.
Montoya winked at her. "Why don"t you take a wild guess?"
"Uh-uh, Detective. No guesses. I"m only interested in a sure thing."
"Well then, Abby, I don"t think you"ll ever be disappointed."
"Nor will you, Detective," she vowed. "Nor will you."
Dear Reader,
Thanks for picking up a copy of SHIVER. I hope you enjoyed Montoya"s story. I loved writing the book, especially the pa.s.sages involving Abby"s mother, Faith.
As you probably noticed while reading SHIVER, there are a couple of story threads that haven"t quite been sewn up, especially involving the character of Faith. The questions you might have will be answered in ABSOLUTE FEAR, the sequel to SHIVER. ABSOLUTE FEAR will be published in hardcover in April 2007 and it"s the story of Eve Renner, a woman who was lured to a remote Louisiana cabin and nearly killed. Months later, she remembers little of the tragic night where one man was left dead, but she has the disturbing feeling that her lover, Cole Dennis, was somehow involved. Did she see him at the scene of the grizzly murder, or is that all part of her fragmented amnesia? What she doesn"t understand is that she is trapped in a world of questions and deceit and that she is the ultimate target of a demented killer who has ties to Our Lady of Virtues Hospital, the same abandoned asylum in New Orleans that you first read about in SHIVER.
Once again Detectives Montoya and Bentz are investigating a string of horrifying homicides. This time nothing is as it seems, reality clashes with nightmares, and both Bentz and Montoya sense that those they hold dear are in jeopardy.
If you liked SHIVER, I"m sure you"ll really enjoy ABSOLUTE FEAR as well. It"s a haunting, twisted, psychological tale of love, retribution, lies and terror. You can find out more about the book at www.lisajackson.com. Log on and take a virtual tour of Our Lady of Virtues while you find out more about ABSOLUTE FEAR. If you"ve enjoyed reading about Montoya and Bentz, and this was your first time meeting them, look for HOT BLOODED and COLD BLOODED, the novels where I first introduced them! Log on and take a virtual tour of Our Lady of Virtues while you find out more about ABSOLUTE FEAR. If you"ve enjoyed reading about Montoya and Bentz, and this was your first time meeting them, look for HOT BLOODED and COLD BLOODED, the novels where I first introduced them!
Also, I"ve got a special surprise to all of you who loved my novel IF SHE ONLY KNEW. I have a new novel, ALMOST DEAD, that brings back some familiar faces from San Francisco. Remember Cissy Cahill, Marla"s daughter in IF SHE ONLY KNEW? Well, it"s ten years later and Cissy"s back with a s.e.xy new husband and an innocent baby. Once again Cissy"s life is turned upside down. Everything she holds true turns out to be false. Her marriage is a sham. Both she and her child are in life-threatening danger and people around her start dying. Fortunately, Anthony Paterno of the San Francisco Police Department is on the case, but he just might be too late. ALMOST DEAD is a bizarre, twisted tale that"s guaranteed to keep you up late. Look for this original paperback in August 2007!
As always, keep reading!
Lisa