"Very nice," Lake said. "Remove the shirt."
Nancy forced herself to look at him wide-eyed.
"I'm not going to rape you," Lake assured her. "It's not that I don't want to. I've fantasized about playing with you quite a lot, Nancy.
You're so different from the others. They're all so soft, cows really, and so easy to train. But you're hard. I'm certain you would resist. It would be very enjoyable. But I want the authorities to believe that Henry Waters is the rose killer, so you'll die during a burglary."
Nancy looked at Lake with disgust. "How could you kill your wife and daughter?"
"You can't think I planned that. I loved them, Nancy.
But Sandy found a note and a rose I was planning to use the next day.
I'm not proud of myself. I couldn't think of a single explanation I could make to Sandy once the notes became public knowledge. She would have gone to the police and it would have been over for me."
"What's your excuse for killing Melody? She was a baby."
Lake shook his head. He looked genuinely distraught.
"Do you think that was easy?" lake's jaw trembled.
There was a tear in the corner of one eye. "Sandy Screamed. I got to her before she could do it again, but Melody heard her. She was standing on the stairs, looking through the bars on the banister. I held her and hugged her while I tried to think of some way to spare her, but there wasn't a way, so I made it painless. It was the hardest thing I've ever done."
"Let me help you, Peter. They'll never find you guilty. I'll talk to the district attorney. We'll work out an insanity plea."
Lake smiled sadly. He shook his head with regret.
"It would never fly, Nancy. No one would ever let me off that easy.
Think about what I did to Pat. Think about the others. Besides, I'm not crazy. If you knew why I did it, you'd understand."
"Tell me. I want to understand."
"Sorry. No time. Besides, it won't make any difference to you. You're going to die."
"Please, Peter. I have to know. There has to be a reason for a plan this brilliant."
Lake smiled condescendingly. "Don't do this. It's not becoming. What's the purpose in stalling?"
"You can rape me first. 'tie me up. You want to, don't you? I'd be helpless," she begged, sliding her right hand under the sheet.
"Don't debase yourself, Nancy. I thought you had more class than the others."
Lake saw Nancy's hand move. His face clouded.
"What's that?"
Nancy went for the gun. Lake brought the revolver down hard on her cheek. Bone cracked. She went blind for a second. Her closet door slammed open. lake froze as Wayne Turner came out of the closet. Turner fired and hit Lake in the shoulder. lake's gun dropped to the floor just as Frank Grimsbo hurtled through the bedroom door, tackling Lake into the wall.
"Stay down," Turner yelled at Nancy. He scrambled across the bed, knocking the wind out of her. Lake was pinned to the wall and Grimsbo was smashing him in the face.
"Stop, Frank!" Turner yelled. He kept his gun trained on Lake with one hand and tried to restrain Grimsbo's arm with the other. Grimsbo delivered one more clubbing blow that bounced lake's head off the Wall.
Lake's head lolled sideways. A damp patch spread across the black fabric that covered his right shoulder as blood seeped from his wound.
"Get his gun," Turner said. "It's next to the bed. And check on Nancy."
Grimsbo stood up. He was shaking.
"I'm okay," Nancy said. Her cheek was numb and she could barely see out of her left eye.
Grimsbo picked up Lake's gun. He stood over lake and his breathing increased. cuff him," Turner ordered. Grimsbo stood there, the gun rising like something with a life of its own.
"Don't fuck around, Frank," Turner said. "Just put the cuffs on."
"Why?" Grimsbo asked. "He could have been shot twice when he attacked Nancy. You hit him in the shoulder when you came out of the closet and I fired the fatal shot when this piece of shit spun toward me, and, as fate would have it, caught him between the eyes."
"It didn't happen that way, because I know it didn't," Turner said evenly.
"And what? You'd turn me in and testify at my murder trial? You'd send me to Attica for the rest of my life because I exterminated this scumbag?"
"No one would know, Wayne," Nancy said quietly.
"I'd back Frank."
Turner looked at Nancy. She was watching Lake with a look of pure hatred.
"I don't believe this. You're cops. What you want to do is murder."
"Not in this case, Wayne," Nancy said. "You have to take the life of a human being to commit murder. Lake isn't human. I don't know what he is, but he's not human.
A human being doesn't murder his own child. He doesn't strip a woman naked, then slice her open from groin to chest, pull out her intestines and let her die a slow death.
I can't even imagine what he's done to the missing women." Nancy shuddered. "I don't want to guess."
Lake was listening to the argument. He did not move his head, but his eyes focused on each speaker as his fate was debated. He saw Turner waiver. Nancy got off the bed and stood next to Grimsbo.
"He'll get out someday, Wayne," she said. "He'll convince the Parole Board to release him or he'll convince a jury he was insane and the hospital will let him out when he is miraculously cured-eddo you want to wake up some morning and read about a woman who was kidnapped in Salt Lake City or Minneapolis and the note that was left on her pillow telling her husband she was "Gone, But Not Forgotten'?"
Turner's arm fell to his side. His lips were dry. His gut was in a knot.
"it'll be me, WAYNE," Grimsbo said, pulling out his service revolver and handing Nancy lake's weapon. "You can leave the room if you want.
You can even remember it like it happened the way I said, because that's the way it will really have happened, if we all agree."
"Jesus," Turner said to himself. One hand was knotted into a fist, and the one holding the gun was squeezed so tight the metal cut into his palm.
"You can't kill me," Lake gasped, the pain from his wound making it hard for him to speak.
"Shut the fuck up," Grimsbo said, or I'll do you now."
"They're not dead," Lake managed, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of nausea swept over him. "The other women are still alive. Kill me and they'll die. Kill me and you kill them all."
Governor Raymond Colby ducked the rotating helicopter blades and ran toward the waiting police car.
Larry Merrill, the governor's administrative assistant, leaped out after the governor and followed him across the runway. A stocky, red-haired man and a slender black man were standing next to the police car. The redhead opened the back door for Colby.
"John O'Malley, Governor. I'm the Hunter's Point police chief. This is Detective Wayne Turner. He's going to brief you. We have a very bad situation here."
Governor Colby sat in the rear seat of the police car and Turner slid in beside him. When Merrill was in the front, O'Malley started toward Nancy Gordon's house.
"I don't know how much you've been told, Governor."
"Start from the beginning, Detective Turner. I want to make certain I don't miss anything."
"Women have been disappearing in Hunter's Point.
All married to professionals, childless. No sign of a struggle. With the first woman, we assumed we were dealing with a missing persons case. The only oddity was a note on the woman's pillow that said "Gone, But Not Forgotten," pinned down by a rose that had been dyed black.