He strode to the door, leaving DJ and Coleen alone. She was staring at the microwave with confusion and fear.

“What?” DJ barked.

She flinched. “I haven’t used a microwave in thirty years. I’m not sure I remember how.”

DJ was starving, so he got up to make them a meal. “I’ll show you. It isn’t difficult.”

“Brother DJ? Will we have enough money to pay for the rehabilitation center?”

“Yes. We’ll have enough.” He opened the cupboard. “We have chicken soup, clam chowder, and beef stew. Which do you want?”

Coleen’s eyes were wide before she dropped her gaze to her feet. “Choose for me, please.”

It didn’t surprise him. Women of Eden did not make their own choices. Ever.

“Come and watch me,” he commanded. “You can make my food from then on.”

“Yes, Brother DJ.”

ROCKLIN, CALIFORNIA

THURSDAY, MAY 25, 4:45 A.M.

“Yes?” Raeburn snapped. “It’s four forty-five, Agent Hunter. I assume this is important.”

“Critical, sir. There’s been a wire transfer from the offshore Eden account.”

“Oh.” The word was uttered on a huff of surprise. “When?”

“Four minutes ago. I got an activity alert. One hundred thousand dollars was wired to a Dr. Arnold in Sacramento.”

“Give me a minute.” A woman’s murmur was followed by rustling sheets and creaking springs. A door closed and then Raeburn asked, “Sacramento? I would have thought they’d seek medical help in Redding or Eureka—cities closer to where you think they’re hiding.”

“I agree, but I’m frankly shocked that they’re seeking medical help at all. Amos Terrill said that, in general, if members of Eden got sick, they either recovered on their own or they died. Outside help was never sought.”

“Didn’t Ephraim Burton get a glass eye?”

Huh. He does read the briefs I send him. “Yes. Ephraim Burton’s eye surgery seems to have been an outlier, and one that was kept from the community as a whole. Amos said he continued to wear his patch whenever he was in the compound. We think Burton got a doctor in Santa Rosa to perform the surgery during one of his quarterly hiatuses from Eden, but again, that’s an outlier. For them to leave Eden and seek outside medical assistance—”

“It has to be a grave injury,” Raeburn finished.

“Yes, sir. I think so. It would almost have to be one of the leaders.”

“Belmont’s hurt,” Raeburn said.

“True. He was wearing a sling in the surveillance video we took from the office building he used to target Mercy Callahan.” And Liza.

“Maybe he arranged for Dr. Arnold’s services because he was back in Sacramento intending to finish off Mercy Callahan.”

“That makes sense, sir.”

“So who is this guy? Is he associated with a hospital?”

“I don’t think so. Dr. Arnold’s name doesn’t get any hits on the surface web, but he’s quite popular on the dark web.”

“Not a shock,” Raeburn muttered. “What did you find out about him?”