Back Depraved Heart
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. One Week Later
  53. About the Author
  54. Also by Patricia Cornwell
  55. About the Publisher

I watch her open more drawers in a workbench that fills an entire wall. I can see a hydraulic lift in the background and there’s a car on it, her Ferrari FF, Tour de France blue. The all-wheel-drive supercar is what she was driving two months ago when I was shot. She was talking about it with Jill Donoghue earlier today when they were going over possible alibis for where Lucy was when I almost died.

“You can’t let them dictate how you behave. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done.” Janet is firm but calm, and she’s something else. “Let’s go upstairs before it’s too late. You don’t need to do this.”

“I’d rather be judged by twelve than carried by six.” Lucy means she’d rather be on trial than dead. “If we don’t have any way to protect ourselves? You know exactly what’s going to happen. This is wrong, Janet. It’s outrageously disgusting. The FBI wants us murdered.”

“I realize Erin has set it up that way. Don’t give her what she wants.”

“How convenient. If we’re dead then Erin is rid of her biggest problem in life.”

“That’s what she thinks at any rate. So you know what we do? Let’s leave and go to your aunt’s house. Let’s talk to Benton about it,” Janet says, and then it lands hard on me.

I realize what I’ve been picking up. Janet won’t look in the direction of any surveillance camera. Lucy in contrast is looking wherever she wants. At cameras and away from them. It’s obvious to me that she doesn’t assume the FBI is spying on them. Lucy clearly doesn’t think she’s being picked up by her own security system but Janet is wary and cautious. She avoids looking in the direction of the cameras and yet she’s talking openly and that’s confusing to me. Why would she mention Erin Loria by name? Why would she mention POTUS, Benghazi and cover-ups?

“We can’t be emotional.” Janet doesn’t take her eyes off Lucy.

“I’ll be whatever I want,” Lucy says. “Wait and see what I do. They can go to hell if they think we’re going to be left here with nothing. Not a handgun. Not even a damn steak knife. She leaves us here like this so we can’t protect ourselves or Desi or even Jet Ranger against the worst dirtbag imaginable. And they know her. They sure as hell do because they created her.”

The Feds created Carrie Grethen like Frankenstein. Marino said that earlier and he was quoting Lucy.