grabbed her by the throat, pushed her back onto the bed, rolled her over and pulled down her pants.
Evans gasped. Her ass was creamy white, milky like a farm girl.
The girl was flat on her stomach, her arms spread wide over the bed.
Evans unbuckled his pants.
He dropped his pants to the floor, then his underwear. He stroked his dick.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled the girl.
This was going to be-
Evans felt the girl twist underneath him and he was glad. He liked it better when they fought.
But then he realized the girl was on her side and her arm was coming up from the edge of the bed.
There was something in it.
He felt a stabbing pain in his side and looked down to see a piece of wood buried in his side.
Evans suddenly had trouble breathing.
It was like some giant weight was on his chest.
The girl pushed him off the bed and he landed on the floor, looked up as he saw the girl swing a lamp at his head. It connected.
Then darkness.
52
M ack picked up the phone and got Fletcher on the line.
“What is it?” she said.
“Moody found the trail back to Colorado, near the site where the kids’ bodies were discovered.”
“So what are you thinking?” she said.
“I’m thinking that’s where the killing location is,” he said. “I think people put in orders online, and then arrangements are made for the killing to take place somewhere in Colorado. And that’s where they dispose of the bodies.”
“What do you need?”
“We’ve got a team scrambling from Denver. Who knows what they’re going to find out there.”
“Are you still not buying that suicide?” she asked him.
“Absolutely not. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that whoever is behind this is way too smart for something like that. I think they knew we were getting close and they made a sacrifice to throw us off the trail.”
“Or maybe it was one of those rare instances where the psychopath finally does kill himself.”
Mack realized she was just playing devil’s advocate.
“No. This isn’t over,” he said.
53
R ebecca was shaking . She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A guy on the floor surrounded by blood, and now bleeding from the head. His eyes were wide open, too.
Had she killed him?
She didn’t know. But what she did know was that if that woman came back and found the guy dead, well, Rebecca had a pretty good idea of what would happen.
The woman would kill her, no doubt.
This was no political kidnapping with a ransom involved. Rebecca understood that, now.
All along, they had planned to do horrible things to her.
Which meant she had to find a way to get out.
Rebecca tried the door but it was locked, as were all of the windows.
She went back to the dead man on the floor.
His pants were still on the floor, too. She picked them up and dug through the pockets, nothing. Completely empty.
How could that be?
Then she remembered that he had gone into the other room.
Rebecca went to the table where she saw what she instantly understood to be sex toys.
And there, at the edge of the table, was a wallet, some car keys and a phone.
But the phone wasn’t a cell phone, she could tell that. It was a little bigger and heavier.
Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as she picked it up, realized it was off, and powered it on.
It felt like an eternity waiting for the phone to power up. Were there cameras in the cabin? Probably.
She looked around but didn’t see any.
At last the phone lit up and she looked at the display.
It was a touch screen.
But not like one she’d seen before.
Still, she managed to call up the keypad.
She hit 9-1-1 and pressed the phone to her ear.
Surprisingly, she heard a voice on the other end of the line.
GOING OUT OF BUSINESS
54
“ W e just got a 9-1-1 call from a girl claiming to be Rebecca Spencer,” an agent announced in the middle of the war room.
“Is it her?” Mack asked. “Verification?”
“We don’t know,” the agent said.
Mack
Evans gasped. Her ass was creamy white, milky like a farm girl.
The girl was flat on her stomach, her arms spread wide over the bed.
Evans unbuckled his pants.
He dropped his pants to the floor, then his underwear. He stroked his dick.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled the girl.
This was going to be-
Evans felt the girl twist underneath him and he was glad. He liked it better when they fought.
But then he realized the girl was on her side and her arm was coming up from the edge of the bed.
There was something in it.
He felt a stabbing pain in his side and looked down to see a piece of wood buried in his side.
Evans suddenly had trouble breathing.
It was like some giant weight was on his chest.
The girl pushed him off the bed and he landed on the floor, looked up as he saw the girl swing a lamp at his head. It connected.
Then darkness.
52
M ack picked up the phone and got Fletcher on the line.
“What is it?” she said.
“Moody found the trail back to Colorado, near the site where the kids’ bodies were discovered.”
“So what are you thinking?” she said.
“I’m thinking that’s where the killing location is,” he said. “I think people put in orders online, and then arrangements are made for the killing to take place somewhere in Colorado. And that’s where they dispose of the bodies.”
“What do you need?”
“We’ve got a team scrambling from Denver. Who knows what they’re going to find out there.”
“Are you still not buying that suicide?” she asked him.
“Absolutely not. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that whoever is behind this is way too smart for something like that. I think they knew we were getting close and they made a sacrifice to throw us off the trail.”
“Or maybe it was one of those rare instances where the psychopath finally does kill himself.”
Mack realized she was just playing devil’s advocate.
“No. This isn’t over,” he said.
53
R ebecca was shaking . She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. A guy on the floor surrounded by blood, and now bleeding from the head. His eyes were wide open, too.
Had she killed him?
She didn’t know. But what she did know was that if that woman came back and found the guy dead, well, Rebecca had a pretty good idea of what would happen.
The woman would kill her, no doubt.
This was no political kidnapping with a ransom involved. Rebecca understood that, now.
All along, they had planned to do horrible things to her.
Which meant she had to find a way to get out.
Rebecca tried the door but it was locked, as were all of the windows.
She went back to the dead man on the floor.
His pants were still on the floor, too. She picked them up and dug through the pockets, nothing. Completely empty.
How could that be?
Then she remembered that he had gone into the other room.
Rebecca went to the table where she saw what she instantly understood to be sex toys.
And there, at the edge of the table, was a wallet, some car keys and a phone.
But the phone wasn’t a cell phone, she could tell that. It was a little bigger and heavier.
Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as she picked it up, realized it was off, and powered it on.
It felt like an eternity waiting for the phone to power up. Were there cameras in the cabin? Probably.
She looked around but didn’t see any.
At last the phone lit up and she looked at the display.
It was a touch screen.
But not like one she’d seen before.
Still, she managed to call up the keypad.
She hit 9-1-1 and pressed the phone to her ear.
Surprisingly, she heard a voice on the other end of the line.
GOING OUT OF BUSINESS
54
“ W e just got a 9-1-1 call from a girl claiming to be Rebecca Spencer,” an agent announced in the middle of the war room.
“Is it her?” Mack asked. “Verification?”
“We don’t know,” the agent said.
Mack
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