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“I’m the only reason there are not more of them. I’m the only one who can cleanse the earth of their evil.” He was moving now, closer to his mother, no longer straddling Becca.
It took all of Becca’s willpower not to move, to feign unconsciousness, to draw no attention to herself.
“You are as bad as the rest, old hag.”
Maddie gurgled and rasped, “Go to hell.”
Becca’s eyes darted around the room. The window.
She didn’t wait. In one motion, she scrambled to her feet, hurtled herself through the rotting pane, tucking and rolling as glass shattered and crackled around her. She hit the sandy ground outside, sprang to her feet, and took off screaming at a dead run.
“Whore!” I bellow, jumping toward the window.
Behind me the old woman makes a sound of glee. I whirl back on her.
“You cannot kill them all,” she says.
“I can. I will.”
“God will save them…”
It’s all I can do to keep from strangling her right there. But it’s what she wants. To deter me from my goal. To hold me with her. To protect them!
“I’m coming back for you,” I whisper. “Wait for me.”
Terror fills those old eyes and I grin as I leap through the window after the evil one. She is just ahead of me. I have wounded her. Her blood will spill and I will have her very, very soon.
Mac was hauling ass to Siren Song. At the local Safeway store he’d picked up Hudson Walker who’d tersely told him the way. Walker had been hell-bent to storm the gates of the cult, but Mac had been able to calm him down, insist that they leave the sports car and drive together.
“…but when we get there, you stay in the car. We have to wait for a search warrant anyway, but the sheriff’s department thinks they can get one.”
“We don’t have much time.” Walker was ashen, one knee jiggling nervously, his arm in a sling, and probably on some kind of pain medication. Useless, Mac realized. Worse than useless. A liability.
“So here’s how it’s going to go down. We wait until we hear, then you stay in the vehicle while I-”
“I’m not staying in the vehicle.”
“You’ll stay or we won’t go.”
“I can’t, Mac, you know that.”
“And I can’t have you-wait a sec.” His cell phone was ringing, the tone indicating he had a voicemail message. “The phone never rang,” he said. “Fuckin’ coastal service.” He listened to the terrified message from Becca Sutcliff. As he did, his heart plummeted and at the next wide spot in the road, he executed a police U-turn.
Hudson grabbed on to the dash, his seat belt tightening, his injuries screaming at him.
“She’s not at Siren Song,” Mac informed him tersely as he hung up.
“Where is she?”
“Mad Maddie’s motel? Know where that is? She said it was north of Deception Bay on a ridge.”
“I got a good idea,” Hudson said tersely.
“Lead the way,” Mac muttered, phoning for backup and praying the damn cell phone would make a connection.
Her screams useless, Becca ran as fast as she could around the building toward the rental car. Her keys were still in the ignition and if…
Oh, God, she heard his footsteps pounding behind her. He was running fast, gaining on her.
