“Which means he’s been here.”
“Reconnaissance,” Quinn said. “He would have surveyed the area before he brought any of the girls up here. My guess? He killed Jennifer and Michelle around here as well. Possibly in the same place he took Nina.”
“I’ll send Doug Cohn and his crew back up there when the lodge is secure. Let’s go.”
“Where’s Olivia?”
“I think she went downstairs.”
“Hmm.”
“You don’t have a problem with me and Liv, do you?”
“No problem.”
Zack couldn’t read the Fed, so he gave up. They went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, joining Miranda and Beth Krause on the way. Doug Cohn, his assistant, and Josh Fields sat around the table. In the adjoining dining room, an elderly couple and a young couple with a child sat at the table.
“Where’s Olivia?” Zack asked.
Kristy Krause smiled brightly as she poured fresh-squeezed orange juice into glasses. “She went to take Deputy Jeffries some coffee.”
Zack tensed. “When? Where?”
“About five minutes ago, in the barn.”
Zack and Quinn glanced at each other. “Doug, Josh, secure the house,” Zack said. “No one leaves until we get back.”
The barn door was ajar. Olivia walked in, the smell of hay and ripe manure predominant. “Deputy Jeffries?” she called. “It’s Olivia St. Martin.” She didn’t want him to think she was an intruder.
Where was he? Had she missed him leaving the barn? Had Ms. Krause been mistaken?
On the far side of the barn was another door, and it was also open. A horse nickered softly to her right. She turned, smiling at the animal, reached out and stroked its nose. “Hey, boy, how are you doing this morning? I wish I had something for you, but I think caffeine is off your diet.”
The horse whinnied in response to her voice. There were six horses in the stalls, all clean and well kept. She definitely wanted to return to the lodge with Zack. She hadn’t been horseback riding in years, but she used to enjoy it.
She hurried through the barn toward the far door, wishing she hadn’t offered to deliver the coffee. It was chilly, and she had no jacket on.
She smelled death before she saw it.
Slowly, she turned. Just inside the door, in a stall, a naked body lay sprawled on the ground. She sucked in her breath, realizing three things at once.
Deputy Jeffries was dead-his head had been crushed with a large, heavy object.
Whoever killed him was wearing his uniform.
The killer was most likely Chris Driscoll.
She had to warn everyone in the house. The Krauses wouldn’t think twice about opening the door to a man in uniform.
She ran two steps out the door when a strong arm grabbed her, pulled her into a solid chest, and held a gun to her head.
“Don’t say a word.”
CHAPTER 29
Zack and Quinn left the house and surveyed the barn from a distance. There appeared to be no activity. Silence.
“Maybe they’re chatting it up,” Quinn offered.
Neither he nor Zack believed it.
“You take the east entrance, I’ll take west,” Zack said, checking the ammunition in his gun, then chambered a round.
They didn’t get more than twenty feet when Zack saw them.
Chris Driscoll had Olivia at gunpoint. He forced her toward the deputy’s car parked in the driveway. Driscoll looked neither scared nor hurried. He walked confidently, Olivia’s struggling form an easy burden.
Driscoll and Olivia spotted Zack at the same time. Olivia’s eyes widened. Driscoll’s expression didn’t change, but he pressed the barrel of the gun firmly to her head and stared dead on at Zack: a warning. He walked around to the passenger’s door and shoved Olivia over to the driver’s seat, then climbed into the passenger’s seat.
Moments later the engine turned and Olivia drove slowly down the drive.
Zack ran toward Quinn’s car. “You’d better have the keys on you,” he called to the Fed. He suppressed his fear for Olivia’s life. If he thought about her as the woman he loved, he wouldn’t be as effective at the job of saving her life.
It was excruciatingly difficult to bury his feelings.
“I’ll drive.” Quinn unlocked the trunk.
“What are you doing?” Zack opened the passenger door. They had no time.
Quinn tossed him a.30-06 sniper rifle. “It’s loaded,” he said. Quinn grabbed two handguns and slammed down the trunk.
The stolen police car, with Olivia at the wheel, suddenly sped up as it rounded the turn in the driveway, its tires momentarily spinning in the pea gravel before hitting the packed dirt road.
Quinn started the ignition before he shut the door. A second later he peeled out of the driveway and pursued Driscoll.
“He’s not going to let her live once he’s clear,” Zack said, his entire chest tight.
“He’s not going to kill her yet,” Quinn said. “She’s a hostage. No one is going to be shooting at him with a hostage.”
Olivia. A hostage. The realization first made Zack ill, then furious. His fists tightened on the rifle. Though Quinn had told him it was loaded, he checked the ammunition and slid the bolt back to chamber a round.
“What’s the plan?” he asked.
“Hell if I know. Look for an opportunity. Olivia’s smart, she’ll be thinking of a way to get out. Then we act.”
“Keep them in sight, Peterson. Don’t lose them.”
Quinn glanced at Zack. “Olivia’s a hostage. Let your training take over.”
Zack had been telling himself the same thing, but it didn’t help. “It’s hard. Damn, it’s hard.”
“I know.”
Olivia’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her entire body rigid as she assessed the situation.
Driscoll held the gun inches from her head, his finger calmly on the trigger. He seemed not at all fazed that they were being followed. His eyes were on the dirt road, though every few minutes he’d reach for the steering wheel and she’d flinch. He kept her in the center of the wide, one-lane road. If she slowed, he said calmly, “Keep moving.”
He would kill her as soon as he didn’t need her. He’d only grabbed her because she happened to be there-a shield, in case someone came from the house. Maybe he’d intended to take one of the Krause sisters once he realized the police were all over the mountain. Or maybe he simply planned on killing the deputy and escaping in his car. And she’d had the misfortune of walking right up to him.
In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but think he might have made a clean getaway if she hadn’t walked into the barn this morning. Driscoll would have disappeared, resurfacing in another city to kill more innocent children.
A quick glance in the rearview mirror told her Zack and Quinn were still following. Olivia took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, focused on her situation. Not only did she need a way out, she had to delay Driscoll enough that Zack and Quinn could nail the bastard.
Missy’s killer sat next to her.
The thought made her foot ease up on the gas.
“Keep moving,” he said again, glancing in the side mirror at the car behind.
She jerked when he put his left hand on her knee, pushing her leg down on the accelerator. This was the hand that brutally murdered her sister. The car swerved and she came within a foot of going off the edge. He reached over and steadied the wheel. She could barely breathe, barely even think with Missy’s killer so close.
The winding road had a steep drop-off on the right and a rock-strewn gully on the left. If she aimed the car into the shallow gully, the impact wouldn’t kill them, but his gun would end her life. If she aimed the car off the cliff, they would both die. Even if they quickly hit one of the many redwood or fir trees, the steep slope and violent crash would leave them both dead. Driscoll wouldn’t kill again.
Fear pressed tight against every nerve ending. She was scared, no doubt about it, but anger boiled hot inside as she thought about this evil man’s horrid crimes. The children he’d killed, the families he’d destroyed.