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You will pay for that as well.
Bitch. Evil mother. I will kill you and your devil spawn.
I see you get in your car but you cannot escape your destiny.
But I must lay the trap.
You will come to me.
Very, very soon.
Becca drove toward Siren Song. She didn’t have much of a game plan but seeing her nemesis-whether real or imagined-had spurred her on. She’d face the son of a bitch. Track him down. It was time for the hunter to be the prey.
If only Hudson were with her-but she didn’t want him to be drawn into her battle. She’d already risked his life. He was lying in a hospital bed because of it.
The afternoon was dark enough to seem like night. For a moment she considered calling McNally. She reached for her purse and her cell phone, but then hesitated.
And what’re you going to tell him? That you feel him?
She would seem as crazy as Mad Maddie. More so.
Gritting her teeth, Becca bumped up the pothole-riddled land to the gates of Siren Song.
Where Renee had sought information on Jessie’s past.
Where it had all begun.
The wrought-iron barrier was closed, of course, and, as it was getting dark, she couldn’t see much beyond the outline of the lodge. She climbed out of the rental and stepped to the gates. “Hello?” she yelled. “Anyone there?”
She waited, yelled again, then waited some more. After twenty minutes, she went back to the rental. There was no daylight left now, so she switched on her headlights, pointing them through the black fencing as the mist rose and swirled in the twin beams that cut through the tall fencing. The side door and a stone path were illuminated and the arms of surrounding trees seemed to reach inward in long fingers.
She honked the horn of her car, and it sounded like the pathetic bleat of a dying lamb over the dull roar of the Pacific, which could be heard as if it were right next door.
Should she try and scale the fence with its pointed arrow-like spikes piercing upward? She honked again and this time there was movement, a flash of color in her headlights.
What if it’s him?
You didn’t think of that, did you?
What if you’ve walked into a trap? You have no weapon, nothing to protect yourself.
She started the car, but as she did, she saw the same girl who had been at the gate before appear in her headlights. Tonight she was wearing a long coat with a hood. She stared at Becca with wide eyes. Jessie’s eyes.
Becca clambered out of the rental and approached the gate.
“You need to leave,” the girl said in a quiet voice.
“I can’t.”
“Drive away. Now.”
“Jessie Brentwood came here years ago, and someone else just recently, a reporter. With dark, short hair. Renee Trudeau. She wanted information on Jessie.”
“She did not come in.”
“You didn’t let her in,” Becca realized.
“It wasn’t safe.”
