Bloodlust.
Youre not going to get away with this, I said, dropping the act as she advanced on me. Theyll know it was you. Theyll catch you
No, Locke corrected. Ill catch Dean. You called me from his phone. I was worried, but when I called the house, you werent there. Everyone went into an uproar. They found out Dean was missing, too, and that hed stolen Briggss guns. I tracked you down. I found Dean here with Genevieve. He shot Michael. He carved you up. Im the heroic agent who stopped him, who figured out that the DC murders were the work of a copycat with access to our system, unrelated to the other murders altogether. I was too late to save you, but I did manage to kill Dean before he could kill me. Like father, like son.
Did you really think you could win? she asked. Did you think you could fool me?
Behind her, Michael had the gun in his hand. He rolled onto his side. He aimed.
I never expected you to believe me, I said. Or to let me live. I just needed you to listen.
Her eyes met mine. They widened. A gunshot went off. Then two, then three, four, five. And my aunt Lacey fell to the floor, her body splayed out next to Genevieve.
Dead .
PART FIVE: DECIDING
CHAPTER 38
Genevieve Ridgerton had survivedbarely. Shed refused to see any of usespecially me.
Michael had months of physical rehabilitation ahead of him. The doctors said he might never walk without a limp again. Dean had barely said a word to me. Sloane couldnt talk about anything other than the absolute unlikelihood of a serial killer being able to pass the psych evals and background check necessary to join the FBI, even under an assumed name. And I was dealing with the fact that Lacey Locke, née Hobbes, was my aunt.
Her story had checked out. She and my mother were born and raised outside of Baton Rouge, though both had shed their accents along the way. Their father, Clayton Hobbes, had been convicted twice of assault and batteryonce against his wife, who ran off when my mother was nine and Lacey was three. The girls had attended school until the ages of ten and sixteen, but the system had lost them somewhere along the way.
Theyd grown up in hell. My mother had gotten out. Lacey hadnt.
The Bureau cross-referenced Laceys murders with cases that Briggss team had worked, and they discovered at least five more that fit the pattern. The agents would fly out on a case; Lacey would slip away, and somewhere, forty or fifty miles away, someone would disappear. They would die. And if a police report was filed, it never made its way to the FBIs attention, because the crime didnt appear to be serial in nature.
The woman whod called herself Lacey Locke had paid attention to state lines. Shed never killed in the same state twiceuntil I joined the Naturals program. Shed escalated then, committing a series of murders here in DC as she became increasingly fixated on me.
At least fourteen people were dead, and a senators daughter had been kidnapped and gravely injured. The case was a nightmare for the Bureauand a nightmare for us. The prohibition against Naturals participation in active cases was back and stronger than ever. Director Sterling had managed to keep our names out of the news this time. As far as he was concerned, all anyone needed to know was that the killer was dead.
My aunt was dead.
Just like my mother.
Two weeks after Michael had pulled the trigger, I could still see those last moments playing out, over and over again. I sat beside the pool, dangling my feet in the water and wondering what happened next.
Where did I go from here?
If youre going to leave the program, leave. But for Gods sake, Cassie, if youre going to stay, stop moping around like your kitty cat has cancer, and do something about it.
I turned to see Lia standing above me. She was the one person who hadnt changed as a result of all of this. In a way, it was almost comforting to know that I could count on her to stay the same.
What do you want me to do? I asked, pulling my feet out of the pool and standing up so that we were eye to eye.
You can start by getting rid of that Rose Red lipstick I gave you, Lia said. Leave it to her to know that I still had it, that Id carried the tube shed given me everywhere I went since discovering an ancient tube of Rose Red, worn to a nub, in my aunts hand the night she died. Apparently, it had been my mothers color of choice even as a girl. Lacey had kept it all these years.
That was what shed carried in her pocket.
That was what shed held as Id spun my story about my mothers death.
The FBI had found a dozen other lipsticks in a cabinet at her house. Keepsakes that she took from each victim. A little sister, dying to be like big sis, stealing her lipstick until the end.
She was the one whod given the makeup to Lia. Shed bought a fresh tube of Rose Red just for me, and Lia had played right into her hands. Now that it was over, I should have thrown the lipstick
away, but I couldnt seem to bring myself to do it. It was a reminder: of the things my aunt had done, of what Id survived, of my mother and the fact that Lacey and I had both joined the FBI in hopes of finding her killer.