line.â
Lena looked back into the street. The windows to the station were tinted, but not as dark as the cleanersâ. There were white blast marks and spiderwebs where the buckshot hadnât been able to break the glass. She guessed the splotches from the inside were Mattâs blood. There was a darker, solid mass at the bottom; a headless image from the back. The door was being held partially open by the weight of Mattâs body.
She made herself turn away, asking, âHave you found their car?â
âWeâre checking right now,â Nick told her. âTheyprobably parked on campus and walked to the station.â
âWhich would mean theyâve been here before,â Lena surmised. She asked Frank and Pat, âDid yâall recognize either one of them?â
They both shook their heads.
She looked at the map again. âJesus.â
âThe first guy has at least three weapons. He used the sawed-off on Matt, probably a Wingmaster.â Nick paused respectfully. âThe second shooter has the assault rifle.â
âItâll pierce the glass with the right cartridges,â Lena said, thinking the gunmen had done more than a casual reconnaissance of the station.
âRight,â Nick confirmed. âHe hasnât used it on anyone in the street.â
Frank added, âYet.â
âWeâre trying to establish contact, but they wonât pick up the phone.â Nick indicated one of his guys standing with the phone to his ear. âMeanwhile, weâve got the negotiator on the way from Atlanta. Helicopter should have a team here in under an hour.â
Lena studied the street, wondering how the hell all of this had started. Heartsdale was supposed to be a small, sleepy town. People came here to get away from this kind of violence. Jeffrey had told her a long time ago that the reason he had moved here from Birmingham was because he couldnât take the big-city horrors anymore. From what Lena could see, it had followed him.
She felt a shudder, like somebody had walked over her grave. There was a red X in the center ofthe map with two initials beside it. Lenaâs eyes blurred and she could not read it. When she looked back up, everyone was staring at her. She shook her head, smiling like this was all a really bad joke. âNo,â she said, seeing the initials stamped on her retinas, reading them clearly now even though she was no longer looking at the map. âNo.â
Frank turned his back to her, coughing into his handkerchief.
Lena grabbed the black marker. âYou made a mistake,â she said, yanking off the top. âHe should be in black.â She started to draw over the red, but her hand was shaking too much.
Nick took the marker from her hand. âHeâs dead, Lena.â He put his hand on her shoulder. âJeffreyâs dead.â
3
1991
Sunday
T essa flounced back on the bed, her feet flopping into the air. âI canât believe youâre going to Florida without me.â
Sara responded with an absent âHmâ as she folded a T-shirt.
âWhenâs the last time you went on a vacation?â
âDonât remember,â she said, but she did. The summer Sara graduated from high school, Eddie Linton had dragged his wife and two reluctant daughters on their last family vacation to Sea World. Sara had spent every summer since then either in classes or working in the hospital lab for credits so she could graduate early. Except for an occasional long weekend spent at her parentsâ house, she had not gone on an actual vacation in what seemed like forever.
âBut this is a real vacation,â Tessa said. âWith a man.â
âHm,â Sara repeated, folding a pair of shorts.
âI hear heâs pretty hot.â
âWho said that?â
âJill-June at the Shop-o-rama.â
âSheâs still working there?â
âSheâs the manager now.â