Andrew Z. Thomas had wanted to break me. He’d tried his best.
But I wasn’t broken.
For the first time in my forty-eight years, I was fixed.
They’d been searching the warehouses and factories all day, coming across one horrific scene from hell after another.
Bodies everywhere.
No survivors.
What kind of a monster had dreamed up and actually built a place like this?
What kind of a mind?
This was hell on earth. No other adequate description.
Knight wondered how he was going to sleep tonight, how he could look into the faces of his children after seeing a place like this.
He could sense sessions of therapy in the not-too-distant future.
First the water tower.
That freezing room where a bear had mauled those poor souls to death.
The gluttony room.
And now this…a warehouse filled with muck and freezing water.
Two dead bodies out on a small island in the middle of the swamp.
And near where he stood, one man dismembered, one of his wrists still dangling from a chain attached to the door.
Then a bald man in bib overalls, legs still floating in the water, his torso draped across the concrete shore.
If he was honest, Knight didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It was only his second year on patrol, but they’d called in everyone to canvas this nightmare world for survivors.
He flipped open his notepad and wrote a brief description of the warehouse and the number of victims: four.
Maybe there were more submerged in the muck, but the divers would have to find them. No way in hell was he going to wade out into—
The guy in the overalls coughed.
Holy shit.
Knight jammed his notepad into the pocket of his parka and hurried over to the edge of the water.
He knelt down, grabbed the man’s hand.
“You okay there, buddy?”
There was no response, but the man was definitely breathing.
Knight rolled him carefully over. Gunshot wounds to his legs and arms.
One in the gut.
Oh God—his face. This man had been burned as well. The closer Knight looked, he saw scars over every square inch of his body.
And yet…he was breathing.
He’d held on.
“I’m here, buddy,” Knight said. “We’re gonna get you out of here. Get you all the help you need.”
Knight’s heart was swelling. He’d actually found a survivor. He was going to save this man’s life.
He keyed the mike on his shoulder, tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, “This is Knight in warehouse three. I’ve got a survivor, repeat, I’ve got a survivor. Multiple gunshot wounds, lacerations all over, but a steady pulse. Need EMT assist immediately. Over.”
As Knight waited for the cavalry to arrive, he sat down beside the mangled, scarred wreck of a human being whose name he didn’t even know.
He held the man’s hand. He prayed for him. He told him again and again that everything was going to be all right.
“You’re going to get through this, buddy. You’re going to get the very best medical care.”
The ruin opened its mouth and said in a raspy voice, “Norco?”
“Absolutely. We’ll get you out of here, shoot you up so you won’t feel any pain.”
Knight couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw the man smile.
“How are you feeling?” Lucy asked.
“Better every day. You’re an angel for taking care of me like this.”
“I’m one damned ugly angel.”
“No, you’re not, Lucy. You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” Luther offered a toothless smile. “Come here.”
Lucy limped over to him. She held his skeletal hand in her claw. Before escaping the hospital, Lucy had the foresight to rob the pharmacy. They had enough pain medication to outlast a nuclear winter.
“I have a contact,” Luther said. “He can set us up with some fake IDs. Good ones, enough to travel with. We’ll leave the country for a while. Go south. Relax. Heal. Have some fun.”
“Why Mexico?”
“Because they aren’t so uppity about murder in Mexico. We could kill a lot of people before anyone even notices.”
Lucy smiled. “Seriously?”
The real Luther Kite nodded.
He felt that feeling again.
That special feeling that had lain dormant during his many years of captivity.
“Little girl, I have a lot of catching up to do.”
THE END
All excerpts from Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy are taken from the 1867 translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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A gutsy robbery—
Several million bucks, stolen from the mob…
A perfect frame—
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“Greetings. There is a body buried on your property, covered in your blood. The unfortunate young lady’s name is Rita Jones. In her jeans pocket you’ll find a slip of paper with a phone number on it. Call that number. If I have not heard from you by eight P.M., the police will receive an anonymous call. I’ll tell them where Rita Jones is buried on your property, how you killed her, and where the murder weapon can be found in your house. (I do believe a paring knife is missing from your kitchen.) I strongly advise against going to the police, as I am always watching you.”
Andrew Z. Thomas is a successful writer of suspense thrillers, living the dream at his lake house in the piedmont of North Carolina. One afternoon in late spring, he receives a bizarre letter that eventually threatens his career, his sanity, and the lives of everyone he loves. A murderer is designing his future, and for the life of him, Andrew can’t get away.
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