by Harlan Coben
Olivia felt her blood go cold. "Oh, no."
"Candi?"
She moved closer to the screen. The man. The man on the bed. No question about i t. Mr. Douglas was Adam Yates. Olivia watched transfixed. Cassandra entered the r oom again. She helped him undress. So that was it. That was why Clyde had g otten so desperate. He had taped an important federal officer. He probably d idn't know that-- not even Clyde Rangor would be that stupid-- and when he tried t o blackmail him, it had all gone wrong.
"You know him?" Kimmy said.
"Yeah," Olivia said. "We just met."
The front door burst open. Olivia and Kimmy both spun toward the sound.
Kimmy shouted, "What the . . . ?"
Cal Dollinger closed the door behind him, pulled out his gun, and took aim.
Chapter 57
LOREN HAD RENTED A CAR.
Matt said, "So how do you think it worked here? Darrow got the ball rolling?"
"It makes the most sense," she agreed. "Darrow somehow finds out about your wife h aving a daughter. He remembers the autopsy. Then he starts to figure out what r eally happened back then. He knows there was money involved. He hires some m uscle to help out."
"That would be Charles Talley?"
"Right, Talley."
"And you think he found Olivia when she answered that post online?"
"Yes, but . . ." Loren stopped.
"What?"
"They found Emma Lemay first."
"As Sister Mary Rose."
"Yes."
"How?"
"I don't know. Maybe she was trying to make amends. I mean, I got the whole s tory on her from the Mother Superior. Sister Mary Rose has lived a good and p ious life since she changed IDs. Maybe, I don't know, maybe she saw the post t oo."
"And tried to help?"
"Yes. And that might explain that six-minute phone call from St. Margaret's to y our sister-in-law's house."
"She was warning Olivia?"
"Maybe, I don't know. But they probably found Emma Lemay first. The medical e xaminer says they tortured her. Maybe they wanted money. Or maybe they wanted y our wife's name. Whatever, Emma Lemay ends up dead. And when I try to find out h er true identity, it sets off warning bells."
"And this FBI guy. Yates. He hears them?"
"Yes. Or maybe he already knew about Lemay. Maybe he was using that as a cover t o come out and get involved, I'm not sure."
"And you think Yates is trying to cover something up?"
"I have a source who told me about this blackmail taping involving underage g irls. He's not sure if they're real. But if they are, yeah, I think that s omehow he's tied into all this. I think he took me off the case because I was g etting too close. He's in Reno too right now."
Matt faced front. "How much longer?"
"Next block."
The car had barely made the turn when Loren spotted Cal Dollinger near a t railer. He was hunched down, looking through a window. She slammed on the b rake. "Damn."
"What?"
"We need a weapon."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"That's Yates's man. By the window."
Dollinger stood up. They could see him reach into his jacket and pull out a gun.
With a speed that defied his bulk, Dollinger moved to the door, pushed against i t, and disappeared inside.
Matt did not hesitate.
"Wait, where are you going?"
He didn't look back, didn't break stride. He sprinted toward the house. He could s ee through the window into the trailer.
Olivia was there.
She stood up suddenly and put up her hands. Another woman-- he assumed it was Kimmy Dale-- was there too. She opened her mouth to scream. Dollinger was p ointing the gun at them.
He fired.
Oh, no. . . .
Kimmy fell. Olivia dived from view. Matt did not let up. Dollinger stood not far f rom a window. Using all his momentum, realizing that time was past the point of e ssence, Matt leaped toward the glass. He tucked his chin and led with his f orearms.
The glass shattered with surprising ease.
Matt got his legs under him. He landed and again there was no hesitation.
Dollinger still had the gun. His mouth had dropped open in surprise. Matt did n ot want to lose that. He jumped straight at him.
It was like jumping against a cement block. Dollinger barely gave at all.
"Run!" Matt shouted.
Dollinger reacted now. He aimed his gun at Matt. Matt took hold of Dollinger's w rist with both hands. He pulled. So did Dollinger. Even though Matt was using t wo hands against Dollinger's one, Matt was losing the battle of strength. With h is free hand, Dollinger hit Matt in the ribs with an uppercut. Matt felt his b elly collapse, the air go out of him. He wanted to collapse and writhe on the f loor.
But he wouldn't.
Olivia was here.
So he held on to the wrist with all he had.
Another fist slammed under his rib cage. Matt's eyes watered. He saw dark spots.
He was losing consciousness, losing his grip.
A voice screamed, "Freeze! Police! Drop your weapon!"
It was Loren Muse.
Dollinger let him go. Matt sank to the floor. But only for a second. He looked u p at Dollinger. Dollinger had a funny look on his face. He glanced about the r oom.
Loren Muse was nowhere in sight.
Matt knew how this would go. Dollinger would wonder why she wasn't showing h erself. He would remember that she had just flown over from Newark, that she w as a county investigator, that the authorities would not let her travel with a g un.
He would realize that Loren didn't have a weapon. That she was bluffing.
Olivia was crawling toward Kimmy Dale. Matt looked over at her. Their eyes met.
"Go," he mouthed. He looked back up at Dollinger.
Dollinger had put it together now.
He swung his aim back toward Olivia.
"No!" Matt shouted.
He bent his legs and pushed off as if they were two pistons. He knew something a bout real-life fights. He knew that the good big man almost always beats the g ood little man. But he didn't care about winning. He cared about saving his w ife. He just needed to do enough so that Olivia could get free.
And Matt knew something else.
Even the biggest, strongest men have the same vulnerable spots as the rest of u s.
Matt positioned his hand for a palm strike. He leaped up and smacked Dollinger i n the heart of the groin. The big man made an oof noise and bent at the waist.
He grabbed Matt on his way down. Matt tried to straighten. Dollinger was too b ig.
Vulnerable spots, he thought. Hit the vulnerable spots.
Matt reared back with his head. The skull landed on Dollinger's nose. Dollinger h owled and stood up. Matt looked over at his wife.
What the . . . ?
Olivia had not run away. He couldn't believe it. She was still by Kimmy's side, w orking on her friend's leg, feverishly trying, he assumed, to stop the bleeding o r something.
"Get out!" he shouted.
Dollinger had recovered. The gun was aimed at Matt now.
From the other end of the trailer Loren Muse let out a cry and pounced on Dollinger's back. She reached around for his face. The big man pulled back, his n ose and mouth covered with blood. He threw Loren off like a bucking bronco. She l anded hard against the wall. Matt jumped up.
Go for the vulnerable . . .
He tried to get Dollinger's eyes and missed. His hand slipped down. They ended u p on the big man's throat.
Just like before.
Just like all those years ago, on a college campus in Massachusetts, with a boy n amed Stephen McGrath.
Matt didn't care.
He squeezed hard. He put his thumb on the hollow of the throat. And he squeezed s ome more.
Dollinger's eyes bulged. But his gun hand was free now. He raised his weapon t oward Matt's head. Matt let go of the throat with one hand. He tri
ed to deflect Dollinger's aim. The gun fired anyway. Something hot sliced into the flesh above Matt's hip.
His leg went slack. His hand dropped off Dollinger's neck.
Dollinger had the gun ready now. He looked into Matt's eyes and started to s queeze the trigger.
A shot rang out.
Dollinger's eyes bulged a little more. The bullet had hit his temple. The big m an folded to the floor. Matt spun and looked at his wife.
In her hand she had a small pistol. Matt crawled over to her. They looked down.
Kimmy Dale wasn't bleeding from her leg. She was bleeding from a spot just above t he elbow.
"You remembered," Kimmy said.
Olivia smiled.
Matt said, "Remembered what?"
"Like I told you," Olivia said, "Kimmy always kept a gun in her boot. It just t ook me a few seconds to dig it out."
Chapter 58
LOREN MUSE SAT across from Harris Grimes, the assistant director in charge who r an the FBI's Los Angeles field office. Grimes was one of the most powerful f ederal officers in the region, and he was not a happy man.
"You realize that Adam Yates is a friend of mine," Grimes said.
"It's the third time you've told me," Loren said.
They were using a room on the second floor of the Washoe Medical Center in Reno.
Grimes narrowed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip. "Are you being i nsubordinate, Muse?"
"I've told you what happened three times."
"And you'll tell it again. Now."
She did. There was a lot to cover. It took hours. The case wasn't over. There w ere still plenty of questions. Yates was missing. No one knew where he was. But Dollinger was dead. Loren was learning that he, too, had been well liked by his f ellow agents.
Grimes stood and rubbed his chin. There were three other agents in the room, all w ith legal pads, all keeping their heads down and jotting away. They knew now.
No one wanted to believe it, but the videotape of Yates and Cassandra spoke v olumes. Grudgingly they were beginning to accept her theory. They just weren't l iking it.
"You have any idea where Yates would have gone?" Grimes asked her.
"No."
"He was last seen at our Reno office on Kietzke Lane maybe fifteen minutes b efore the incident at Ms. Dale's residence. He checked in with a special agent n amed Ted Stevens, who'd been told to trail Olivia Hunter when she arrived at t he airport."
"Right. You told me. Can I go now?"
Grimes turned his back and waved his hand. "Get the hell out of my sight."
She stood and walked downstairs to the emergency room on the first floor. Olivia Hunter sat by the ER receptionist.
"Hey," Loren said.
"Hi." Olivia managed to smile. "I just came down to check on Kimmy."
Olivia had suffered no real injuries. Kimmy Dale was finishing up at the other e nd of the corridor. Her arm was wrapped in a sling. The bullet had missed bone, b ut there was serious muscle and tissue damage. It would be painful and need h ours of rehabilitation. But, alas, in this era of getting people out of the h ospital pronto-- six days after having his chest cut open Bill Clinton was r eading in his backyard-- they finished asking their questions and told Kimmy t hat she could go home but needed to "stay in town."
"Where's Matt?" Loren asked.
"He just came out of surgery," Olivia said.
"Did it go okay?"
"The doctor said he'll be fine."
The bullet from Dollinger's gun had grazed the neck of Matt's femur just below t he hip joint. The doctors needed to put in a couple of bone screws. Fairly m inor surgery, they said. He'd be up and out in two days.
"You should get some rest," Olivia said.
"Can't," Loren said. "I'm too wired."
"Yeah, me too. Why don't you sit with Matt in case he wakes up? I'm just going t o get Kimmy settled and then I'll be right up."
Loren took the elevator to the third floor. She sat next to Matt's bed. She t hought about the case, about Adam Yates, about where he was and what he might d o.
A few minutes later Matt's eyes blinked open. He looked up at her.
"Hey, hero," Loren said.
Matt managed a smile. He turned his head to the right.
"Olivia?"
"She's downstairs with Kimmy."
"Is Kimmy . . . ?"
"She's fine. Olivia's just helping her get settled."
He closed his eyes. "There's something I need you to do."
"Why don't you rest?"
Matt shook his head. His voice was weak. "I need you to get some phone records f or me."
"Now?"
"The camera phone," he said. "The picture. The video. It still doesn't add up.
Why would Yates and Dollinger take those pictures?"
"They didn't. Darrow did."
"Why . . ." He closed his eyes again. "Why would he?"
Loren thought about that. Then Matt's eyes suddenly opened. "What time is it?"
She checked her watch. "Eleven thirty."
"At night?"
"Of course at night."
And then Loren remembered. The meeting at midnight. At the Eager Beaver. She q uickly grabbed the phone and called down to the emergency room receptionist.
"This is Investigator Muse. I was down there a few moments ago with a woman n amed Olivia Hunter. She was waiting for a patient named Kimmy Dale."
"Right," the receptionist said, "I saw you."
"Are they still there?"
"Who, Miss Dale and Miss Hunter?"
"Yes."
"No, they hurried out the same time you left."
"Hurried out?"
"Into a taxi."
Loren hung up. "They're gone."
"Give me the phone," Matt said, still flat on his back. She nestled the phone n ext to his ear. Matt gave her Olivia's cell number. The phone rang three times b efore he heard Olivia's voice.
"It's me," he said.
"Are you okay?" Olivia asked.
"Where are you?"
"You know where."
"You still think . . ."
"She called, Matt."
"What?"
"She called Kimmy's cell. Or someone did. She said the meeting was still on, but n o cops, no husbands, nobody. We're on our way over now."
"Olivia, it has to be a setup. You know that."
"I'll be fine."
"Loren is on her way."
"No. Please, Matt. I know what I'm doing. Please."
And then Olivia hung up.
Chapter 59
11:50 P. M.
THE EAGER BEAVER
RENO, NEVADA
WHEN OLIVIA AND KIMMY ARRIVED, the fat man at the door pointed to Kimmy and s aid, "You left early. You got hours to make up."
Kimmy showed him her arm in a sling. "I'm hurt."
"What, you can't get naked with that?"
"You for real?"
"This." He pointed to his face. "This is me being real. Some guys get turned on b y that kinda thing."
"An arm in a cast?"
"Sure. Like the guys who get off on amputees."
"I'm not an amputee."
"Hey, guys get turned on by a strong wind, you know what I'm saying?" The fat m an rubbed his hands together. "I used to know a guy who got off on toe jam. Toe j am."
"Nice."
"So who's your friend?"
"Nobody."
He shrugged. "Some cop from New Jersey was asking about you."
"I know. It's okay now."
"I want you to go on. With that sling."
Kimmy looked at Olivia. "I might be better able to watch up there, you know.
Like I won't be noticed."
Olivia nodded. "Up to you," she said.
Kimmy disappeared into the back room. Olivia sat at a table. She did not see or n otice the crowd. She did not look in the dancer's face for her daughter. There w as a rushing in her head. Sadness, an overwhelming sadness, weighed her down.
Call i
t off, she thought. Walk away.
She was pregnant. Her husband was in the hospital. That was where her life was n ow. This was in the past. She should leave it there.
But she didn't do that.
Olivia thought again about how the abused always take the path of s elf-destruction. They simply could not stop themselves. They take it no matter w hat the consequences, no matter what the danger. Or maybe, as in her case, they t ake it for the opposite reason-- because no matter how much life has tried to b eat them down, they cannot let go of hope.
Wasn't there still a chance that tonight she'd be reunited with the baby she'd p ut up for adoption all those years ago?
The waitress came over to the table. "Are you Candace Potter?"
There was no hesitation. "Yes, I am."
"I have a message for you."
She handed Olivia a note and left. The message was short and simple: Go to backroom B now. Wait ten minutes.
It felt like she was walking on stilts. Her head spun. Her stomach churned. She b umped into a man on the way and said, "Excuse me," and he said, "Hey, baby, my p leasure." The men with him yukked it up. Olivia kept walking. She found the b ack area. She found the door with the letter B on it, the same one she'd been i n just a few hours ago.
She opened it and went inside. Her cell phone rang. She picked it up and said h ello.
"Don't hang up."
It was Matt.
"Are you at the club?"
"Yes."
"Get out of there. I think I know what's going on--"
"Shh."
"What?"
Olivia was crying now. "I love you, Matt."
"Olivia, whatever you're thinking, please, just--"
"I love you more than anything in the world."
"Listen to me. Get out of--"
She closed the phone and turned the power off. She faced the door. Five minutes p assed. She stayed standing, not moving, not swaying, not looking around. There w as a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said.
And the door opened.
Chapter 60
TRY AS HE MIGHT, Matt couldn't get out of bed.
"Go!" he told Loren.
She radioed the Reno Police Department and ran to her car. Loren was within two m iles of the Eager Beaver when her cell phone sounded.
She picked it up and barked, "Muse."
"So are you still in Reno?"
It was Adam Yates. His voice was slurred.
"I am."
