Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- One Week Later
- About the Author
- Also by Patricia Cornwell
- About the Publisher
They’ve been each other’s best everything on and off since the beginning of their FBI careers when they first met at Quantico. For a number of years they lived together, and I’ve always thought Janet is wonderful for Lucy, ideal, maybe perfect. They have much in common and are similarly motivated and trained. But Janet is more flexible and easygoing. She’s as patient and deliberate as the Sphinx, she likes to say, and she’s bright and grounded. She’s not an impulsive or angry person and doesn’t seem to have a lot to prove.
I was distraught when they broke up. But time heals as it passes and about a decade did. Then Janet came back. I don’t know how it happened exactly, only what I’ve been told and that it seemed a miracle. I suppose it still does, and I think back to when Lucy ordered her to move out not all that long ago. The spring, I think, and how cruel that must have been.
It was about the same time Janet learned her sister was dying, and in the blink of an eye it must have seemed that everything was lost. It would be a hard thing to forgive. I understand Lucy’s fear that Carrie would target Janet and Desi. But I also believe what Lucy decided to do about it was hurtful and unfair. Janet has let it go, just as she’s let so many things go. Sometimes I halfway wonder if she’s a saint.
“I told you not to follow me down here.” Lucy walks to a workbench. “Everything isn’t going to be better but it’s also not going to get as bad as it could. Go upstairs.” She opens a drawer. “I bet Desi would like some popcorn and a movie. Why don’t you put Frozen on again? I’ll be right up with a few friends and we’ll go,” she adds and friends is a euphemism for guns.
Lucy has hidden weapons from the FBI.
She’s fighting for her life, for what in her mind is everybody’s life while Janet in cool contrast is reluctant and somewhat removed. I sense something else beneath her flat calm, beneath her unconditional love and loyalty. For a flicker I feel a wavering of trust. Just as quickly the feeling is gone. Janet is uncomfortable. Understandably so I tell myself. If she’s acting detached and a little flat and uncooperative it’s to counterbalance Lucy, who at the moment is her polar opposite emotionally. Her fists are loosely clenched. Her entire body is tense as she threatens and curses the federal government.