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“When I’m done with my work, Nick. I’m very tired. I just want to finish. It has to end.”

“Your work,” Nick said numbly. “Please, Cassie. What have you done with them?” Fear rose in him like a flood tide.

Please God no not the kids no oh Jesus Christ no.

“Who?” she said.

No please not that dear God not the kids.

“My…family.”

“Oh, they’re safe, Nick. Like a family should be. Safe. Protected.”

“Please, Cassie,” he whispered, a catch in his throat, hot tears in his eyes. “Where are my kids?”

“Safe, Nick.”

“Cassie, please tell me they’re…” He stopped, couldn’t say alive, couldn’t allow himself to think the word, even, because its opposite was unendurable.

She cocked her head. “You can’t hear them? Banging away? They’re locked up nice and safe in the basement. You can hear it, I know you can.”

And he could, now that she pointed it out, hear a distant thumping. The basement door? He almost gasped in relief, his knees buckling. She’d locked them in the basement. They were alive down there.

Where the gas was coming from.

“Where’s Eddie?” he managed to say.

Oh God please if Eddie’s down there he’ll get them out, he’ll figure out a way, he can bust through a locked door, pick it. Fucking windowless basement. Vent grates are too small to climb out of. But he’ll figure it out.

She shook her head. “He’s not down there. I never trusted him either.” She waggled the lighter, the skull leering at him.

“Don’t do it, Cassie. You’ll kill us all. Please don’t do it, Cassie.”

She kept waggling the lighter back and forth, back and forth, her thumb at the flint wheel. “I didn’t ask him to come. I told you to come. Eddie’s not family.”

His eyes frantically scanned the kitchen, then stopped when he saw a shape on the lawn outside the kitchen doors. Through the glass of the French doors he recognized Eddie’s body.

He saw the blood-darkened front of Eddie’s pale shirt.

The contorted position. The unnatural splay of the limbs.

He knew, and it was all he could do to keep from screaming.

Audrey couldn’t stand how slowly the gate was opening, almost deliberately so, as if the residents of the Fenwicke Estates were never in a hurry, because haste was unseemly.

Move it! she screamed in her mind.

She gripped the steering wheel, tapping at the gas pedal.

Faster!

She knew what was going to happen, what the poor demented soul was doing, as she’d done before. Somehow Cassie Stadler had gotten into the Conover house-well, that couldn’t have been too hard, right? She and Conover had become intimate; maybe she had a key-and something had happened to set her off, make her feel rejected. Cassie Stadler was a borderline personality, Dr. Landis had said, with a dangerous psychotic component. An obsession with family, with inclusion, and rejection always propelled her into a towering irrational rage.

Cassie Stadler was going to incinerate the Conover home.

Audrey prayed that the children weren’t home. It was early in the afternoon-maybe they were still in school. Maybe the house was empty. The worst that could happen, then, was that the house would be destroyed.

Maybe no one was home. She prayed that was so.

“Put down the lighter, baby,” Nick said, voice silky, all the fake affection he could summon. “Is this about Maui? Because I didn’t invite you?”

Fuck the knife. He’d lunge at her, grab it.

The lighter? All that took was a flick of her Bic. Could happen by accident. That he’d have to be careful of.

“Why should you invite me on a family trip, Nick? I mean, it’s just for family, right? I’m not family.”

He understood. He realized that he didn’t know her, had never known her, that he’d seen in her only what he wanted to see.

She’d said as much, hadn’t she? “We don’t see things as they are,” she’d said once, quoting someone. “We see things as we are.”

But he knew enough about her to understand what she was saying now.

Audrey could smell the natural gas as soon as she got out of the car.

She saw all the other vehicles in the driveway, two of them belonging to Nicholas Conover, the other she didn’t recognize. Not Bugbee’s. He was all the way across town. It would take him a while. She hoped he knew to get here fast, sirens and lights on.

Her instinct told her not to go in the front door. She had to obey her instinct, times like this.

She took out the pistol from her shoulder holster under her jacket and began walking across the wide expanse of lawn, so very green, heading toward the back of the house where she could enter unnoticed.

She chose the right side of the house, where she remembered the kitchen was. As she rounded the house she noticed a figure standing in the kitchen, a small slender figure, and she knew it was Cassie Stadler.

And then she saw the body sprawled on the lawn.

Running now, low to the ground, she approached the body.

A terrible bloody mess. Sweet Jesus. It was Edward Rinaldi, and it looked as if he’d been disemboweled.

His eyes open, staring, one hand curled by his abdomen, the other outstretched toward the kitchen. Blood-soaked beige knit shirt crisscrossed with slashes as if from a knife.

Most of his shirt front dark with blood, which pooled on the green lawn.

She dropped to her knees to feel for a pulse.

She wasn’t sure.

If there was a pulse, it was so slow she couldn’t detect it. Maybe there was a pulse. Maybe not.

She touched his carotid artery and felt nothing, and she knew for certain the man was dead.

Nothing she could do for him. She set down her pistol, took out her cell phone, got Bugbee on the first ring.

“Alert the ME,” she said. “And body conveyance.”

She was frightened as she’d never been frightened before, and she’d been through some horrific crime scenes. She got up and ran around to the back of the house.

“God, I wasn’t even thinking,” Nick said, shaking his head. “I was in such a rush to just get the kids out of town, get us on a vacation, I really fucked that up. I mean, I really blew it.”

“Don’t, Nick,” she said, but he saw something flicker in her eyes, as if maybe she wanted to believe.

“No, seriously, I mean, how could it be a true family vacation without you? You’ve become such an important part of the family, babe, you know that? If I hadn’t been so distracted with everything that’s been going on at work, I-”

Don’t, Nick,” she said a little louder, her voice still petulant. “Please.”

“We can still be a family, Cass. I’d like that. Wouldn’t you like that?”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “Oh, Nick, I’ve been through this before, you know. I recognize the pattern.”

“The pattern?” Heart thwacking, because he saw that faint glint of hopefulness in her eyes go dark like the last winking of a dying fire.

“The first signs. It’s always the same. They take you in and make you feel like a part of everything and then something always happens. There’s like a line you can never cross. A brick wall. It’s like the Stroups.”

“The Stroups?”

“One day, no reason, they say I can’t keep coming over, I’m spending too much time over there. Lines are drawn. They’re family, you’re not. Maybe that’s the way it has to be. But I know I can’t go through it again. It’s too much.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby,” Nick said. “It’s not too late. We can still be a family.”

“Sometimes a world has to come to an end. So new ones can come into being.”