Текст книги "Malevolent"

Автор книги: Jana Deleon

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Shaye ran out of the shack, pulling her phone from her pocket as she ran. No service. Shit! She leaped into her SUV and reversed as quickly as possible down the narrow path. At the end, she threw the SUV into drive and it slid in the dust before lurching forward. She tossed the phone in her cup holder, and gripping the steering wheel with both hands, she pressed the accelerator down and concentrated on staying in the center of the narrow road.

When she reached the highway, she hit the pavement and twisted the wheel, forcing the SUV to jump sideways. Before she’d gotten the vehicle straightened out, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator and it lurched forward, swinging from side to side a couple of times before the wheels finally locked onto the road and the SUV leaped forward. She grabbed her phone and checked. One bar.

She dialed Jackson’s number, praying he’d listened to her earlier and was on his way to Emma’s house. He answered on the first ring.

“It’s Patty, the Realtor,” Shaye said. “She’s the stalker.”

“What?” Jackson’s tone left no doubt that he thought she’d lost her mind.

“I know it sounds crazy, but you’ve got to trust me. Emma was going to drop her house key off to Patty. Patty will kill her. Game over!”

“Okay. Calm down. Detective Reynolds and I are already on our way.”

“How long?”

“Fifteen…twenty minutes, tops.”

The call dropped and Shaye cursed as she threw her phone onto the passenger’s seat.

Then prayed that Jackson reached Emma in time.

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Patty stood in the bedroom doorway, a pistol trained directly at Emma. “It pleases me that you’re surprised. I worked long and hard at this disguise, and at no small expense to myself.”

Emma stared at Patty in disbelief. It wasn’t possible. Patty was tall, but her physique couldn’t possibly be confused with that of a man, and her long hair and facial features only made it that much harder to believe. Patty couldn’t be the man she saw in her bedroom that night. And besides, why in the world would Patty want to hurt her?

“I don’t understand,” Emma said.

Patty smirked. “Of course you don’t. All this time, you’ve thought your dead husband was stalking you, or should I say, my dead brother.”

“Your brother? David never told me he had a sister.”

Patty’s face flushed red. “I’m not his sister! I’m his brother. I’ve always been his brother.”

Emma’s mind whirled. Was it possible? Could Patty actually be a man?

“There were three of us…Nathan, Jonathon, and me. She called us her three blind mice because we couldn’t see things like she did, but then when your mama is a crazy bitch, it’s hard to agree with her. Nathan died when we were kids. Drowned. Mama was beside herself because Nathan was her favorite. She never beat Nathan. Never starved him. Never tied him up and cut him with a knife then laughed while he bled. Jonathon wasn’t as lucky. He looked just a little bit too much like our no-show daddy. And then there was me.”

Patty stepped closer to Emma. “I was the really unlucky one. You see, according to mama, I’d been born evil. You know why? Because I was born a woman. Mama hated women and she refused to acknowledge she’d given birth to one, so I become a boy. But she didn’t trust me to keep my secret, so she never let anyone know I existed. Until Jonathon figured out how to undo my handcuffs when I was a teenager, my entire world was four walls and a moldy mattress on the floor. I watched closely and learned how to free myself, always careful to do it only when Mama passed out from her booze.”

Emma tried to process the horror Patty described, but it was so far outside of anything she knew that she couldn’t get a grasp on it.

 “I didn’t want to be a woman,” Patty continued. “Women were bad, that much I knew to be true, because a bad woman stole our daddy away and left us destitute and living in a shack. I never wanted to be like the bad woman. I would never be a worthless whore. I would be a man. A man who protected my family rather than abandoning them. I shaved my head like my brothers, and we wore the same clothes. I knew I wasn’t a woman and mama started to believe, but my body betrayed me. I grew breasts and my hips widened until I could no longer fit in my brothers’ clothes.”

Emma’s heart sank. Patty was crazy. She’d known that whoever was stalking her wasn’t completely right, but Patty was so far beyond rational thought, there would be no reasoning with her. And Emma had killed her only savior. She glanced down, but Patty’s legs were hidden under one of the long skirts she always wore. She claimed her muscles were cramping earlier, but then if Patty was the stalker, she’d killed Mrs. Pearson and she was could have been lying about that as well. Still, with her MS, Patty didn’t have half the physical ability that Emma did. If Emma could launch at her before Patty got off a round, she might be able to get past. If she could get to the stairs, Emma had no doubt she could get away. Patty would never be able to keep up with her.

Patty cocked her head to the side and smiled. “You’re wondering if you can get past me. Thinking that if you can, you’ll be able to get away from a cripple. The problem is, I’m not a cripple. Never was. The MS was all part of my disguise, just like the dresses and makeup were. I knew a nurse wouldn’t be able to resist someone with a disability. And I knew my disability is what you’d see before anything else, because that’s what you were trained to do. I’m not overweight or out of shape either.”

Patty reached under her shirt with one hand and yanked. Emma heard something rip and Patty tossed a pad with breasts and stomach padding at her feet. “As soon as I left home, I had my breasts removed. Had my uterus taken out as well. No bleeding for me. No sacks of fat on my chest taunting me. It was one of those back-alley jobs, but it worked. I was finally rid of the pieces that tried to betray me. Tried to betray what I was.”

“You’re sick, Patty,” Emma said desperately. “You need help.”

“Don’t call me that! My name is Alan. Until David married you and moved to Algiers Point, I lived happily as Alan Frye, and as soon as I’m done here, that’s exactly what I’m going back to. Back to my real life. I’m burning all these whore clothes and woman things. If it weren’t for you, I could have been myself and been close to David, but you ruined it. I couldn’t look like myself or you might have guessed our secret.”

Patty reached up and pulled at the back of her head, ripping off her wig and exposing her military haircut. From her pocket, she withdrew a toilette and wiped it across her face, over and over again, until the thick, bright makeup she always wore had been almost stripped away.

Emma stared in horror at the thing in front of her. Eyeliner was smudged under her eyes and onto her cheeks. The bright red lipstick clung to her lips in blotches. She stood there, in a white blouse and blue flowered skirt, smiling at Emma, those blank black eyes locked on her. No wonder she’d thought it was David in her room that night. Without makeup, Patty’s square jawline and cheekbones were more prominent. She was a little shorter than David, but without the padding, her body was probably similar in size. Emma dropped her gaze to the chest pad and every ounce of hope drained out of her. No one would come to rescue her, because no one knew she was in trouble. She was out of options. Patty had won.

Even worse, no one would ever know what happened to her.

“He thought he could change,” Patty said. “He joined the military to get away from our childhood, thinking he could become someone else. And he came close. With you, he almost managed it, at least for a little while. The only part of his past that he couldn’t shed was me. He’d always been my protector and he didn’t know how to stop, even though he was afraid to be around me.”

Patty smirked. “Afraid I’d drag him back to the darkness. But I didn’t have to. Something happened to him on his last tour. He wouldn’t tell me what, but I could see it in his eyes. My brother was back.”

Exhaustion and despair racked Emma’s body. “Why didn’t you just kill me?”

“Because you had to pay for what you took from me. You had to feel what it was like to suffer. What it was like for your life to be on the line and to have no one who could help you.”

She was going to die. Emma knew it with complete certainty. She was trapped in this room with an insane woman who’d been bent on killing her from the beginning. She couldn’t run faster than a bullet, and a single well-placed one would be all it took to drain the life from her.

But the longer Emma stared at that smirk that Patty wore, the angrier she became. God only knew how many people Patty had hurt beyond the carnage over her brother. Emma didn’t believe for a moment that Patty had been leading a blameless life since she escaped her mother’s grasp. People like Patty didn’t magically appear. They were crafted over time.

She killed Mrs. Pearson and the paramedic. She tried to kill Corrine in order to hurt Shaye, and Shaye was the one person who believed you when no one else would.

Emma’s jaw involuntarily clenched. She was going to die, but she refused to do it quietly.

She only had time for one play, and it had to be a good one. Even without the padding, Patty was still a large woman with four inches and at least forty pounds on her. She had to move fast. She had to be strong. She had to be clever.

Emma looked beyond Patty and out the window of the bedroom across the hall, and an idea formed. She stared over Patty’s shoulder for a few more seconds, then smiled. “You stupid bitch. You didn’t know the cops were coming to meet me here. They just pulled up. So you can kill me, but you’re not going to get away with it. They’ll be inside this house and standing at the bottom of those stairs the second that bullet leaves your gun.”

Emma pointed at the window behind Patty and prayed that she took the bait. Patty frowned and turned slightly to look across the hall. That tiny loss of focus was all Emma was going to get, and she was ready to use it. As soon as Patty’s eyes shifted off of her, she launched. She’d always stayed in good shape, but her recent martial arts training had made her quick and accurate. She hit Patty in the side with her shoulder, throwing all of her body weight against the woman.

Patty lost her balance and fell into the dresser, dropping her gun in front of her. Emma tried to run past her, but Patty managed to grab her leg. Emma twisted her leg and yanked, managing to pull it from Patty’s grasp, then bolted out the bedroom door and down the stairs. She heard Patty cursing and footsteps pounding behind her.

Emma had just jumped off the last step when the first gunshot whizzed by her. Ducking, she ran for the front door, praying that she could get to her car before Patty made it down the stairs. With no weapon of her own, she’d be an easy target outside, and Patty was far beyond caring about anything but killing her. As she yanked open the front door, a second shot boomed and she cried out as the bullet grazed her arm and embedded in the wall just inches from her head.

She wasn’t going to make it.

But by God, she was going to make sure everyone on the block knew exactly who had killed her. She practically tore the screen door off the hinges as she ran through it screaming. A third shot caught her in her shoulder, and the force and pain caused her to stumble down the stairs and crash onto the sidewalk. She glanced back as Patty ran out the door and leveled her pistol at her.

Patty smiled and started whistling. Emma closed her eyes and dropped into unconsciousness as the last shot rang out.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Are you all right?” A man’s voice sounded in Emma’s dream.

She knew it was a dream because she’d died. Or maybe they had medical personnel in heaven to help the people who came through injured. Maybe she could get a position there.

“Emma? Talk to me.”

Her mind sharpened so quickly that it sent a shot of pain through the top of her head, and her eyes flew open. She jerked upright, looking around wildly, and felt a hand on her arm. She turned her head toward the man kneeling beside her and blinked, bringing him into focus.

“Jackson!” She threw her arms around him. “Oh my God.”

Jackson gently wrapped his arms around her and whispered, “It’s all right. You’re going to be all right.”

“She’s dead.” Another detective stepped up beside them. “That was a hell of a shot, Lamotte. I’ve already called for a bus. Are you all right, ma’am?”

Emma released Jackson and looked up at him. “Hell no, I’m not all right. I’ve been stalked by a crazy woman and shot…twice.”

Her lips quivered as she managed a smile. “But I’m going to be.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Emma looked up from her scrambled eggs as Shaye stepped into her hospital room and broke out into a smile. “You’re up and out early.”

Shaye stepped up to the side of her bed and placed a bouquet of flowers on the table. “I could say the same for you, about the up part, anyway.”

“Don’t worry. The out part is coming soon. I’m an impossible patient. They’ll cut me loose as soon as they can.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot. God, I can’t believe I am actually saying that. This whole thing has been so surreal. I still haven’t quite processed it all.” Emma shook her head. From the time the paramedics had put her into the ambulance until the doctor finally gave her something to make her sleep, her mind had raced with everything Patty had said and the things Shaye told her about Hamet and Port Sulphur. If it hadn’t actually happened, Emma would have sworn it wasn’t possible. It was all so strange. So horrifying. So evil.

And so sad.

“I’m still working on processing it myself,” Shaye said. “It’s a lot to absorb.”

Emma nodded. “I’ve already made up my mind. I’m allowed to dwell on it until I leave the hospital and not any longer than that. We know the big factors, but all the small things…all the things that went into turning those kids into monsters…I don’t think I want to know.”

“I think that’s smart. So what are your plans after you ditch this rolling bed?”

“I’m still leaving New Orleans. I probably won’t drive as quickly on my way out of town, but I need to go somewhere else. Start over where there aren’t any reminders.”

“No one giving you sympathetic looks. No one whispering and thinking you don’t know it’s about you.”

Emma’s heart tugged and she reached for Shaye’s hand and squeezed. With what little she knew, Emma was certain she hadn’t been through a quarter of what Shaye had. More importantly, Emma had answers and the security of knowing that the people who’d hurt her could never do so again. Shaye didn’t have any of that.

Emma locked her gaze on Shaye’s. “I have never been as impressed with someone as I am with you. You are an incredible person, Shaye. I owe you my life, and I’m going to remember that every single day I have left on this earth.”

A flush ran up Shaye’s neck and she looked down at the blanket. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“You’re going to do amazing things.”

Shaye looked back up at her and smiled. “I hope so.”

Emma sniffed and decided a change of topic was in order. “So, all of this means I’m going to need a new real estate agent.”

Shaye’s eyes widened and she laughed. “I can probably help you with that. Corrine has a friend—she’ll pester you about fresh flowers and room deodorizers, but she’ll get you top dollar. The best part is Corrine’s known her and her family since preschool. They probably had gym together, so there’s a good chance she’s even seen her naked.”

“Sold!”

###

Shaye beat Jackson to the café. Black coffee and one sweetener were already in place in front of his chair before he arrived. He looked at the cup and smiled as he sat down. “We’re going to have to stop meeting like this.”

She laughed and then marveled at how much she loved the sound. It had been a long time since she’d felt the way she did right now. She had no idea how long these moments of pure unadulterated glee would last, but she was going to enjoy the hell out of it as long as she could. Stark reality would creep back in soon enough.

“Have you seen Emma?” Jackson asked.

“I came here from the hospital. She’s good. Great, actually, especially considering everything she’s been through. The doctor removed the bullet in her shoulder. It had lodged in a muscle. It’s going to hurt like hell for a good long time, and she’ll have to be careful about infection, but if anyone’s qualified to take care of it, Emma is.”

“I guess she doesn’t have to leave town now.”

“She doesn’t have to but she’s going to anyway. Fresh start.”

“Can’t say that I blame her.”

“Me either.”

“How is your mother taking the news that her attack was related to your case?” he asked.

Shaye sighed, not even wanting to get into a discussion about the fallout she’d had with Corrine over the case. Her mother was convinced that if Shaye continued as a private investigator, she would be killed, or the world would spin off its axis, or the network would cancel HGTV. Something awful.

“Let’s just say it’s given her a whole new round of energy to try and convince me to change professions,” Shaye said.

“Is it working?”

“I told her I’d quit my dangerous job when she did.”

“Ha! Bet that one went over well.”

“Yeah. Did you hear anything on Helen Bourg?” Shaye asked, changing the subject.

Jackson nodded. “I talked with the sheriff’s department this morning. Your phone call yesterday set them all on their heels. They’d never seen anything like it and damned sure don’t want to again. He said even in the shape she was in, they had to sedate her to get her out of the house. She screamed at the cops and tried to scratch and bite them.”

“She’s definitely disturbed, but even in her ranting, I think she told the truth.”

“A team took all the paperwork they could find out of the place thinking they might be able to piece together how long Patty had kept her there that way.”

Shaye shook her head. “You know, I’ve been thinking about what Patty told Emma, about Nathan being the favorite. Do you think she killed him? To punish her mother, or maybe because he wasn’t abused the way she and Jonathon were?”

“It’s definitely possible. Detective Reynolds has been trying to trace her movements since she left Port Sulphur, working backward using employment records and the name she gave Emma. So far, he’s found three cities that she lived in. All three have unsolved murders where the victim had their eyes removed.”

Shaye shook her head. “Is it wrong that I’m glad you killed her?”

“Hell no! There’s no way she would have stopped with Emma. No telling how many bodies she could have racked up if she’d gotten away with it.”

Shaye stared down at her latte for a bit, stirring the froth around. “On some level I get it…what makes a person turn. I think the absence of hope removes all empathy. Then all you want is for the rest of the world to suffer like you do.”

She looked back up at Jackson, expecting to see judgment, even frustration, but instead, he was frowning and appeared deep in thought. For a minute, she thought he wasn’t going to comment, but finally he cleared his throat.

“I can’t begin to imagine the kind of life Helen and Patty had, or Jonathon for that matter,” he said. “Even knowing what I do, even with the medical facts that speak for them, I can’t force my mind to make a leap that far into darkness. I can process it on a surface level—I wouldn’t make a very good cop if I couldn’t—but as far as deep understanding goes, I may as well be looking at a van Gogh.”

“Sometimes beautiful. Sometimes horrifying.”

He nodded. “Sometimes the picture is clear and makes sense. Other times, it’s confusing and makes my brain hurt to even attempt to contemplate it.” He locked his gaze on hers. “There’s no one answer for people like Helen, Patty, and Jonathon. Every person has a different breaking point. Every person experiences a different set of inputs. Every person has a different support system.”

“Or no support system,” Shaye said quietly. She couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened to her if Corrine hadn’t taken her in. Jackson seemed to think she was tough and would have managed, but he didn’t really know her. After nine years in Eleonore’s office, Shaye still wasn’t sure she knew herself. Not completely. And she knew why.

Because the pieces of her past were missing.

She couldn’t address the unknown, but it was always there. Lurking beneath the surface, compelling her to act and think in ways that she had no logical reason to support. Forcing her to attempt to deal with the symptoms rather than addressing the problem.

“You said you would help me,” she said. “If I ever wanted to know…”

“And I will. Every step of the way.”

Learn more about Shaye’s past in SINISTER, coming Fall 2015.

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