Holly kept her free hand on Latham’s arm, and the three of us walked into the kitchen.
When Holly saw the mess, she began to laugh.
“Looks like I missed the party.”
She gave Lorna a contemptuous kick, then turned her attention to Bud, who was curled up on the floor in a fetal position, shivering and cradling his burned hand. It was lobster red, pocked with blisters, puffed out to about twice the normal size.
“Hello, Father.”
“Alex… my baby…”
Again I scanned the floor. Both Bud’s gun and Lorna’s gun were around here someplace.
I spotted his Glock, on the floor next to the stove. Holly spotted it too. She pulled Latham over, moved the Wolverine from his chin to his belly, and did a quick bunny-dip, scooping up Bud’s gun with her free hand. She pointed that gun at me.
“Want to see how good I am left-handed?”
“Not really.”
“Then head for the bedroom.”
My handcuffs were on the nightstand, next to the bed. Holly spent a moment standing in the doorway, taking everything in.
“That’s the closet my brother hid in?”
“Yeah.”
She stared at it, almost reverentially, then ordered me to cuff Latham’s hands behind his back and step away.
“I’m sorry,” I told him.
His lips were a tight, thin line. “I’m getting used to it.”
“That’s right.” Holly nudged Latham. “You were alone with my brother for a while.”
Latham raised an eyebrow. “Your brother?”
“This is the Gingerbread Man’s sister,” I said. “The guy in the kitchen is her father.”
Latham stared at Holly. “You folks are in some serious need of family counseling.”
Holly’s lips formed a pout.
“Are you saying you didn’t like my brother?”
“He kept drooling on himself and trying to grab my ass.”
Holly apparently didn’t think that was funny, and cracked Latham on the back of the head with the butt of her Wolverine. He fell to his knees.
I sprung forward to help him, and got the Glock shoved in my face.
“Stay cool, Jack. We’re just getting started.”
Though I put on a brave front, staring down the barrel of a gun scared the crap out of me. It hadn’t happened that many times in my career, but each time it did, the feeling was the same.
I felt a hot spot, like a laser beam, where the gun was aimed. I knew what guns could do. The damage they caused. The death they brought. Staring at something so deadly made my heart race and my throat constrict and my palms sweat and my knees turn to mush.
All she needed to do was exert a few pounds of pressure on that trigger, and I no longer existed.
It was kind of like the feeling you get after narrowly avoiding a car accident. That sick, hollow feeling of dread, knowing what might have happened.
Except with a gun, what might have happened might still happen.
“Where’s Harry and Phin?” I managed to say.
“Funny you should ask. That’s where we’re going. I have a whole week of festivities planned.”
“They’re still alive?”
Holly smiled her seductive smile.
“Jack, look how cute you are, all full of hope. Yes, they’re still alive. I plan on keeping all of you alive for as long as possible. As you can imagine, I put a lot of work into this whole production. I want to enjoy the fruits of my labors.”
I eyed the Jewel bag, containing the Kork videotapes and files, sitting next to my TV.
It also contained Kork’s hunting knife, which I’d checked out of evidence.
Holly caught my furtive glance.
“Something interesting in the bag, Jack? Let’s see.”
She turned both guns on me and walked over to the bag.
“Videos. Are these the ones Charles and I made?”
I nodded.
“Did you watch them?”
“Yeah.”
“Did they make you hot?”
“They made me sick.”
“That’s because you’re limited, Jack. You don’t allow yourself to see the big picture. Power is a turn-on. Having control over someone’s suffering, over someone’s life and death, is like the best gift in the world. After making one of these videos, Charles and I would have the most mind-blowing sex.”
Yuck. Yuck yuck yuck. Having sex after murdering people was bad enough, but sex with your brother?
“That’s even more disgusting than having sex with McGlade.”
“There you go, Jack. Getting all judgmental. You’ve met Father. Can you imagine what growing up in that house was like? The abuse that Charles and I had to endure? All we had was each other. It was the purest kind of love in the world.”
Holly got dreamy-eyed.
“What about Caleb?” I said. “You grew up with him too.”
Her face became hard.
“Caleb was trash. He had it coming. For the longest time it was just me and Charles. Then Caleb came into the picture. Charles treated Caleb like a brother. Where did that leave me?”
“And Steve Jensen?”
“Caleb was easy to manipulate. Jensen wasn’t. He had to go. You were right, when we were in the morgue. Two people killed Jensen. Me and Caleb. Then I killed Caleb, and I’m going to do the same thing to you, and to everyone who ever hurt Charles. I’m his avenger.”
I didn’t want to play psychoanalyze the psycho, so I changed the subject.
“Those videos should be burned.”
“Grab the bag. Then go back into the kitchen.”
She kicked Latham, who was kneeling with his face on the bed. The back of his head was matted with blood.
“Move your ass, loverboy, or I’ll kill you here.”
Latham managed to get to his feet, and he was the first to stagger out of the room. I went second, the Wolverine pressed to my back.
Bud was still curled up on the linoleum, shaking so badly I could feel the vibrations through the floor.
“How do you feel, Father?”
“Hurts… hurts bad.”
“But pain is good, right, Father? Pain is cleansing. Isn’t that what you taught us?”
“Washes… washes away sin.”
She moved one gun off me, onto him.
“And you’ve got a lot of sin to wash away, don’t you, Father?”
“Lots of sin… lots…”
Holly pulled the trigger, shooting her father in the side. Both Latham and I jumped at the sound. Bud’s eyes snapped open and he let out a low, agonizing moan.
“Gut shot. Supposed to hurt really bad. Does it hurt, Father?”
“Yes…”
Holly looked at me and stuck the Glock in the front of her jeans.
“It’s not really his fault. You should hear the stories about what my grandparents did to him. But that’s not an excuse. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to have children.”
She turned back to her father. I knew what was coming and couldn’t watch. I squeezed my eyes closed.
“The Lord may forgive you, Father. But I don’t.”
I heard the sizzle, and then the piercing scream as Holly dumped the pot of oil onto her father’s head.
The scream was blessedly short. I opened my eyes. The ruin on the floor that was once Bud had passed out.
“Grab your boyfriend, Jack. It’s time for us to go.”
I held Latham by the elbow. His gait was wobbly, and I was limping, but I managed to get him out the kitchen.
“Where’s your car?”
“On the street in front.”
“Okay, let’s…”
Holly paused, staring down at Mr. Friskers’s catnip mouse toy. She smiled.
“I didn’t know you had a cat, Jack. I just adore cats.”
I bet she adored cats. In the same way she adored human beings.
“What’s its name?”
“Mr. Friskers.”
Holly frowned. “What a shitty name. Why’d you name him that?”
“That was his name when I got him.”
“Call him.”
I considered what Holly would do if I said no.
“Mr. Friskers! Come here!”
As expected, Mr. Friskers didn’t come here.
“What makes him come?”
“Nothing. The cat doesn’t like me.”
“So why do you have it?”