They are heading out of the wall.
Devine instantly started running his fingers along the ceramic blocks, grabbing every crevice that he could find. He did the same with the knickknacks but found them secured to their spots on the shelves. And then he found the pictures were fastened in place as well.
He looked at the clock. The hands were set at six and twelve. He put his ear to the clock. He heard nothing. Thinking quickly, he took the hand on the six and moved it to twelve to match the other hand.
There was an audible click, and a door-size section of the wall opened up on stainless steel pivot pins.
Devine held his gun in front of him and peered around the doorway. He couldn’t see much because there was little light. He did a silent count to three and plunged in, his Glock making wide arcs as his gaze swept for threats.
Devine had imagined many things this space might contain, some outlandish, others quite possible. He had never thought of anything like this.
A hospital bed was tucked against one corner. It was empty. Next to the bed was an IV stand with empty bags on hooks. An automated medication dispenser was also attached to the IV stand. It had been turned off.
Bed covers were on the floor along with a pillow. It seemed like someone had made a quick exit.
He looked around the room some more. Under the bed he saw some lengths of rope. He examined them and then set them back down. He next spotted something else that might or might not be important.
Blood.
A few drops by one of the bed’s wheels.
The upstairs search took longer than he wanted it to, especially after he found nothing.
He opened a door off the kitchen and found himself in the garage. There were four bays. Two were occupied. He walked around the four-door Chevy Equinox and then eyed the Massachusetts plates.
He opened the driver’s side door and sat in the seat. He checked the glove box, found the Hertz rental agreement, and confirmed that Benjamin Bing had leased the vehicle at Logan Airport. Under the passenger seat he found a fully loaded Sig Sauer nine-mill with an extended mag. And a pair of brass knuckles. He would have had to check those in his baggage if he had indeed flown up here. He got out and popped the trunk, and in there he found zip ties, duct tape, and a serrated knife that had Bing’s name stenciled on the handle.
Standard abduction tool kit. But no sniper rifle.
He leaned against the car and wondered if any of these things had been used on Jenny. Had they taken her here, strapped her to the bed, fed her a truth-drug concoction to make her talk, and then killed her here before dropping her onto the rocks?
He turned to where a white van was parked in the fourth bay. He noted the painting equipment and metalworking supplies that were positioned next to it.
He opened the van’s door and checked the glove box. He found the registration and saw the name.
BING AND SONS.
He shone his light around the van, noting that the right front fender and bumper and the headlight frame were in the process of being repaired.
He knelt down and hit the underside of the van with his light. Next, he got on his back for a closer examination. That looked like blood on the underside of the bumper. And was that human hair and bits of clothing? Yeah, it probably was.
He now knew who had hit and killed Alberta Palmer.
He called Campbell, who answered on the first ring, and filled him in.
“Add Benjamin Bing to your BOLO,” Devine said.
He next called Chief Harper and told him what he’d found.
“Holy shit! No sign of Fred or Françoise?”
“None,” said Devine.
“You think their uncle has them?”
“I’m far more concerned about Alex.”
“I’ve got the state police out looking. I’ll tell them about this.”
Devine hung up and called Dak’s cell phone. The man miraculously picked up.
In succinct sentences, Devine filled Dak in about everything.
“Motherfucker,” exclaimed Dak before Devine even finished. “You hang in there, Devine. I’m coming. Let me get dressed. I’ll be — Aw shit, I’m bleeding. Fuck!”
“You’re not going anywhere, Dak. It’s not why I called you. Ring for the nurse to fix your dressings. While you’re waiting, can you think of any place they might have taken Alex?”
Dak was breathing hard, and Devine could even hear some sobs from the man.
“Come on, Dak, I know this is hard. But just focus. I need some help here. Time is not on our side.”
“Okay, okay.”
He could hear Dak draw in one long breath and then let it go.
“Look, if Benjamin Bing is behind all this, do you think Harper is involved, too?”
“I hope not, but I don’t know for sure. I told him that your sister is missing. He said he has the state police looking.”
“What about Françoise and Fred? Where are they?”
“They might be dead. Ben’s rental car was in the garage, so they had to know he was there. I have no idea what the secret room was originally designed for, but someone was clearly being kept in there against their will.”
“Alex?” said Dak, his voice breaking.
“Maybe,” Devine said cautiously. “Or Jenny. But they wouldn’t have held her there long. She was seen leaving the Putnam Inn close to eight, and her death was only a few hours later.”
“So are Françoise and Fred helping him do all this?”
“I think their uncle might have them under his power, at least Françoise. He seems like the sort to threaten and intimidate and then carry out those threats. And he had an infatuation with Alex. If he attacked her way back then he would know there was no statute of limitations. So Jenny comes snooping around up here and he gets wind of it. He travels here, kills her, somehow frames Earl into ‘finding’ the body, then kills him as a loose end.”
“You really think he killed Bertie, too?”
“Maybe, But someone is fixing up the van and I doubt it was him. He could have flown up here to do that and then returned to Florida before coming back to Putnam. My people checked the airline database, but he could have used a fake identity. So, any places come to mind?”
“Would he have taken her to the funeral home?” asked Dak. “It’s the only other place up here with a connection to the man. He could hardly take her to the police station.”
“Good idea. Thanks.”
“Devine, please find her.”
“I will.”
Only Devine didn’t know if she would be dead or breathing.
Chapter 79
Devine didn’t make it to the funeral home. Not at first.
On the way he looked to his right and saw something blowing around in a field on the side of the road.
He parked the Harley, jumped off, and snagged the item. He recognized it instantly. It was the jacket Guillaume had been wearing at dinner. He looked around and saw a path through a stand of woods. He hustled down it. Then his training kicked in and he stopped. Devine listened as he crouched there in the pitch-dark Maine woods. He kept his target silhouette as narrow as possible and his viable sight lines the opposite of that. He checked his breathing and willed his heart rate to ratchet down to a level where he could do what might need to be done.
He moved forward, clearing every square inch in front of him, and not forgetting to sweep his rear flank every few seconds. He could hear nothing and he could see no one. And that was not making Devine feel good about anything.
He made it to the edge of the bluff without encountering anyone, then steeled himself and looked down. His heart sank as he saw the body splayed against the rocks.