The Bone House - Brian Freeman [115]
Troy reached the beach road that led from the water to the island cemetery. There was a park here, which was crowded with picnickers during the summer. Now, in the rain, as night fell, it was deserted. He chose a bench and sat down to wait. He was only a few hundred yards from Mark Bradley's house, and he could travel along the beach and arrive through the trees. No one would see him. He could creep up next to the house where he had a good shot and squeeze the trigger. That was all it would take. A split second to get justice.
Beyond the trees, on the beach, it rained and rained. It would be dark in minutes. When he had the cover of night, he would move.
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PART FOUR
ASHES TO ASHES
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Chapter Forty-One
Hilary was near the city of Green Bay on Highway 57 when Katie called her.
'I wanted to make sure you were still coming,' the girl said. 'Are you getting close?'
Hilary squinted through the windshield at the highway signs. The road was slick, and visibility in the driving rain was poor. She'd already had a near-collision with a deer bounding across the highway lane. 'I'm about five miles from the university. Where should I find you?'
There was a long pause. 'I'm not actually on campus right now,' Katie admitted.
'Where are you?'
'I'm parked across the street from Gary Jensen's house.'
Hilary tensed and almost dropped her phone. 'What the hell are you doing there?'
'I'm sorry. I needed to do something, so I followed him. I'll explain when I see you.'
'Stay where you are, and I'll meet you. Where is this place?'
'If you're close to the university exit, you can't be far. You can take a right turn off the highway toward Wequiock Falls Park. That's where I am. Jensen's house is diagonally across from here.'
'I'll be there soon,' Hilary said.
She saw a sign for the county park two miles later, and she braked and turned sharply right. One long block from the highway, five roads came together at an intersection like a giant starburst. Telephone wires criss-crossed the sky overhead. The land around her was open; she was at the flat summit of a hill above the bay. A cornfield was on her left. The dead-end road into the park was on her right. On the opposite side of the intersection, she saw a two-story red-brick house shrouded by mammoth trees.
Jensen's house.
Hilary turned into the park and spotted a red sedan parked off the grass in the shelter of an oak grove. She pulled in behind it. When she got out, she peered through the rain-streaked driver's window and saw nothing inside. Her heart leaped with concern.
'Hey.'
Hilary heard a hushed call. Near the intersection, under the shelter of one of the trees bordering the crossroad, she saw a girl waving her arms. Before Hilary could move, the girl jogged across the wet grass and joined her by the cars.
'Katie?'
The girl nodded. Her short dark hair was plastered to her skin, and her glasses were dotted with rain. She was medium height and bony, with a nervous twitch to her limbs. She wore a black jacket zipped to her neck and black jeans. She smelled of fresh cigarette smoke.
'You're soaked,' Hilary said. 'Let's sit in the car.'
They got into the Taurus, which was warm. Hilary swung into a U-turn leading back toward the road that led to Highway 57. When she found another break in the trees on the shoulder of the park road, she pulled to her left and stopped. The car was mostly hidden by trees, but they had a view diagonally across the intersection to the brick house.
Beside her, the girl's fingers jerked in a nervous rhythm. 'Do you mind if I smoke? I'm so keyed up.'
'Put the window down,' Hilary said.
Katie did, and she extracted a damp cigarette pack from her jacket and lit up. She blew the smoke out the window. She calmed down as she inhaled, and she closed her eyes briefly.
'I'm so glad you came,' she said.
'What's going on? Why are you here?'