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“Like everyone else, you lied to me. You lied and stole my baby!”
Kara had backed into the living room to give herself more room, more places for cover. Marcy stood halfway down the hall, rage and pain on her face, her shoulder bleeding. But she hadn’t drawn. That was a plus. Kara could talk her down, shehadto be able to talk her down.
Out of the corner of her eye, Kara saw Matt, who had broken the front door. He rushed to her side. Michael was right behind him. At the same time, Marcy kicked open the hall door to Kara’s right, that led into the kitchen, and Kara lost sight of her.Shit!She could easily grab a weapon and Kara would have no choice.
“Marcy!” she called. “We can talk this out. I’m on your side. We can fix this!”
Marcy stepped into the great room from the other side of the kitchen. She had her gun out, but it wasn’t pointed at Kara or Matt. It was pressed against her own temple.
She stared at Kara. “I thought we were friends.”
“We are friends, Marcy,” Kara said firmly. “Put down the gun.Pleaseput down the gun. We can get through this, we can work anything out. You don’t want to do this, Marcy, please!”
“You betrayed me.”
Marcy pressed the trigger and Kara involuntarily screamed.
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Kara blocked out the vision of Marcy’s brains hitting the wall. She turned to Matt. “Tell me you have them, that they’re okay, that this is all fucking over.”
Michael walked past Kara to verify that Marcy was dead and kick the gun away from her hand.
Matt said, “We have Hazel, she is fine, she’s outside with her dad.”
“Jamie—God, no. Where is she? Is she—?” Kara hadn’t seen her body in the room where Hazel had been. Was that good news? Bad?
“We don’t know. There was no other heat signature in the house—you, Marcy, and the kid. That’s it.”
She was dead. She was here, dead.
Kara searched the house looking for her body. Matt and Michael did the same. They searched the entire property, inside and out, twice, and there was no sign of Jamie Finch, dead or alive.
Kara ended up back in the house and stared at Marcy’s dead body.
Damn you! Why’d you take the easy way? Why kill yourself?
“What the fuck did you do with her?” Kara screamed at the corpse.
“We’ll find her,” Matt said, sounding confident when he damn well knew they had no leads, nothing to go on.
Kara refused to believe that Jamie was dead. It was childish, like believing in Santa Claus, but dammit, she would believe she was breathing until she touched her dead body.
“Where do we start?” Kara said.
Matt motioned for Kara to go outside. There were multiple vehicles pulling up. The tactical van, two police vehicles, the FBI’s rental car, more lights could be seen in the distance.
Cal was sitting in the back of the rental car with Hazel in his lap. Catherine was examining her. When she saw Matt and Kara, she stepped away from the child and approached them. In a low voice she said, “She has no external injuries, she says nothing hurts, but she appears sluggish, her pupils aren’t dilating properly, I believe from dehydration and whatever she was drugged with.”
“Marcy drugged her?” Kara said. She drugged a kid. A little kid. And Kara couldn’t yell at her because Marcy was dead.
“I believe so. But she’s conscious and talking, able to answer simple questions, which is an excellent sign. She needs to go to the hospital for a full checkup.”
Catherine looked at the blood on Kara.
“Not mine,” she said.
“You have a cut on your cheek.”
