She opened her eyes. Beyond the crazy emergency lights she could see the mountains. And the moon.
“When I met Russ Van Alstyne, I thought of him simply as a friend,” she started. “Our relationship seemed like”-she thought for a moment-“a meeting of true minds.”
He found her sitting in Parteger’s car, her skirts practically up to her nose, deep in conversation with an old guy in pajamas and an overcoat. He knocked on the window. She rolled it down.
“Guess what?” he said.
“After tonight? I wouldn’t dare try.”
“We’ve found Millie van der Hoeven.”
She smiled brilliantly. “Oh, Russ, that’s wonderful. Finally, some good news.”
“She’s been resting up in one of the ambulances, but before she goes, she’d like to meet you.”
“Me? Whatever for?”
“I told her about you being on the search party and talking with her brother and all. Will you come?”
She looked at the old fellow. “Will you excuse me?”
“Of course,” he said.
She maneuvered her skirts out of the car. She was still wearing Russ’s tuxedo jacket. “I see you found a replacement,” she said, fingering the heavy parka he was wearing.
“I borrowed it.” He turned his back, to show her the words FIRE CHIEF in reflective letters.
“Why am I not surprised you found one that says ‘chief’?”
He smiled to himself.
“Did you find your Mom okay?”
“Yeah, She and Nane and the rest of the ACC gardeners were already outside when the crates blew. They’ve all gone to the Kreemy Kakes diner to talk the evening over.”
“How are the firefighters doing?” she asked.
“Not bad. The ballroom, the kitchen, and the conference room next to the ballroom are a complete loss, and there’s serious structural damage to the floor above them, but they’ve managed to contain it.”
“Thank God.”
“Was Millie behind the bombing? Or the PLA?”
“No.” He didn’t elaborate on what the van der Hoeven sisters had already told him.
He pointed to where the Corinth ambulance was parked. Several people milled around the open back doors. “Are those the corporate honchos from GWP?” Clare asked.
“Yep. Millie and her sister insisted on signing the documents transferring Haudenosaunee before they left for the hospital.”
“Wow. That’s dedicated.”
Ahead of them, the delegation from GWP finished bowing and shaking hands. Russ and Clare hung back a moment until they had cleared out. Then he urged her forward. “Millie, this is Reverend Clare Fergusson. Clare, I think you’ve already met Millie’s sister, Louisa.”
Clare shook hands with Millie, who reclined on the ambulance bed with a bandage on her head. Louisa sat next to her sister, holding her hand. One of them looked like a San Franciscan socialite, and the other looked like she’d come out of a brawl in a lumber camp, but their resemblance to each other-and to their late brother-was notable.
“Millie, I’m delighted to meet you. And find you safe and relatively sound.”
Millie touched her bandage tentatively. “Thank you. Chief Van Alstyne told us about all you did to help me. And my friend Becky.”
Clare shook her head. “I was just one of the search team.” She hesitated. “I’ve already told Louisa, but I’m so very sorry about the loss of your brother.”
Tears filled the young woman’s eyes. She nodded.
“I understand your car is one of tonight’s casualties,” Louisa said. “Please allow us to make restitution.”
Russ thought of the twisted, smoking wreck that was her Shelby Cobra. “Oh,” Clare said gamely, “I have insurance.”
“Nevertheless.” Louisa looked at her sister. “And we’d like to explain to you,” she looked at Russ, “why we believe Gene was solely responsible for tonight’s carnage.”
There was a long pause. Clare looked at Russ. He shrugged. Millie had disclaimed the IEDs earlier, and he was pretty sure further investigation of the physical evidence was going to prove her statement, but he didn’t know what this was about.
“I feel responsible,” Millie said. “I was the one who brought the land sale up. I knew Gene was attached to Haudenosaunee, but I didn’t realize…”
Louisa looked at Clare and Russ. “I believe it’s common knowledge that Gene’s lived a reclusive life at Haudenosaunee since the fire that destroyed the old camp and took his mother’s life.”
Russ nodded.
“What is not commonly known-in fact, no one outside the family knew-was that… Gene…”
“Gene started that fire.” Millie’s face was as expressionless as her inflection.
“His mother had gotten primary custody of him, and he didn’t want to go. He loved to… tinker with things. Make things.”
“Things that blew up?” Clare asked bluntly.
Louisa nodded. “I don’t think he actually meant to hurt her…”
“Yes, he did,” Millie said. “He hated her, and he didn’t want to leave Daddy and Haudenosaunee. So he waited until she was alone in the old camp, and he set off his firebomb.”
“Good heavens,” Clare said, which was a lot milder than what Russ was going to say. “That’s a pretty big secret to carry around for all those years.” She searched both the sisters’ faces. “Are you sure, though, that means Eugene was responsible for tonight’s violence?”
“He locked me in the tower,” Millie said. “He slipped something in my drink last night during dinner. I don’t know what. I couldn’t remember anything when I woke up this morning.”
“Probably roofie. Rohypnol,” Russ explained. “Makes you extremely susceptible to suggestion and wipes out your memory. He could have told you to walk to the tower and climb the stairs and you wouldn’t recall doing it.”
“He did it to keep me away from the ceremony,” Millie said. “So I wouldn’t get hurt.”
“He didn’t tell me to keep away,” Louisa said. Her mouth drew taut, as if its strings had been yanked shut.
“Lou, I’m sure he had some plan up his sleeve. He didn’t want to hurt you.”
“No,” Russ said, “just the leadership of the ACC and the GWP corporate brass.” All three women looked at him.
“Oh, my God,” Clare said. “This afternoon, when I agreed to deliver the cases of wine for him, Eugene told me to leave the ballroom and come outside at nine o’clock. And bring my friends. He told me he was going to set off fireworks.”
Everyone looked out the open ambulance door, to where the night was alive with whirling lights and color.
“And so he did,” Clare said, so quietly Russ doubted the van der Hoevens heard her.
His phone rang. He excused himself and jumped out of the ambulance. “Van Alstyne here.”
“Russ? It’s Lyle. I’m calling to update you on the Reid-Gruyn fire.”
Russ listened while Lyle told him the news. He thought about Becky Castle, and Ed, and about Shaun and his new young wife, and about Lisa-the-housekeeper. He thought about Mark and Rachel Durkee. It’s true, he thought. We are all related. If not by blood, then by bonds we don’t even realize. Until they’re gone.
He walked back to the ambulance in time to hear Clare saying, “Let’s be thankful for at least this. No matter what the damage, it’s been confined to things. Things can be replaced. At least no people have been hurt.”
“I’m afraid that’s not true.” The ambulance dipped under his weight as he climbed in. “I just got off the phone with my deputy chief. He’s been monitoring the fire over at the Reid-Gruyn mill. It seems Randy Schoof and Jeremy Reid were caught in the old mill. They’ve both been confirmed dead.”
Millie van der Hoeven burst into tears.