Lucky Thirteen (19 page)

The day before the appointed date arrived
. Ray and Larkin made a pilgrimage to the sanctuary where they met Raif, Chris, Patrick Swift, and Baker.

Ray pointed at the other FBI agent and
his former partner with raised eyebrows in question. “They know the whole story,” Chris said. “Patrick figured it out at the press conference, and Brian noticed Raif didn’t have a scar on his cheek. The man has known you a long time. I’ll tell everyone else tonight anyway.”

Raif added, “And Chief Gerard suspect
s.

Ray groaned. “Of course he does.”

Chris showed them the hidden voice activated surveillance equipment and the places where the other officers would be hiding. “These little dark cubbies are nifty,” stated Patrick.

Ray was pleased with the setup, and all parties returned to their places
to wait.

For the first time, Larkin showed she was not a pillar of stone
. As bedtime approached Ray noticed she was crying.
This is my angel
.
How could I have put her in this much danger?

“Hey, what’s this?” he asked as he took her by the shoulders
. “You know I’m gonna protect you.”

“I know, but I’m still scared
. So much could go wrong.”

“Where’s that faith of yours?”

“Oh, Ray.” She put both her hands on top of his. “God doesn’t always keep bad things from happening. Sometimes it’s His test for us.”

“Not this time
.” He pulled her into his arms. “We’ve already been through the test. Now, it’s time for justice.”

She looked up at him
. Before he realized what he was doing, Ray whispered, “My angel,” and kissed Larkin deeply and passionately. She responded without hesitation, her hands moving up his back.

Coming to himself, he gently pushed back from her and said, “
Mo chagren
. I shouldn’t’ve done that. It was totally inappropriate.”

“I disagree,” she countered
. “It was totally perfect. Do it again.”

Ray kissed Larkin again, and held her in his arms all night.

22

Samhain

M
ornin
g
arrived all too soon. Ray made breakfast, but neither he nor Larkin had much appetite. They set about making the place as desolate as it had been when Larkin had arrived. With the small amenities Raif had added gone, the room was barren. In the light from the three lit candles, the slate-colored baked dirt walls glistened with moisture from both the humidity and being below sea level. Cobwebs draped the rough wooden beams above them. The ceiling hung low; Ray could touch it with his fingertips if he stood on his toes. The original blankets on the bed were devoid of color and threadbare. Their feet left prints in the hard dirt floor. Ray shuffled around to hide the fact there had been more than two sets of prints and got Larkin to walk back and forth to the restroom.

Ray looked around and in disgust blurted, “God
! How desperate Raif must’ve been to think bringing you here could be anything but utter evil!”

“Don’t blame him.” Larkin defended the man who had become her friend.

“Oh, I don’t,”
he assured her. “Raif’s my brother. He has a problem and was manipulated in a weakened state.” His jaw clenched. She could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. “That psychotic wench is gonna pay for Raif, for you, and for twenty-four dead people.”

“Ray, channel the anger.”

“This isn’t anger, Angel. This is righteous indignation.”

“So
? Now you get to dispense the wrath of God?”

“Absolutely,” he responded
with a laugh. “Seriously, I’m ready for this day to be over. I’m ready for Latrice to be behind bars. I wanna take a sixty-minute shower, get a haircut, shave, and sleep in my own bed.”

“You’ll be all alone.”

Ray grinned mischievously. “I have Cyclops. I’ll hold him for ransom so that you have to come and get him.”

“You have my cat
? You didn’t tell me that before.” Larkin remembered her dream of Cyclops with the blue eyes.
Here, again, is a sign Ray is the man in my dreams—the man of my dreams.
“Chris just said he was being cared for. I guess I assumed Dr. Fairchild took him.”

“
He put a paw down and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He even insisted on riding along to lockup while I questioned Dupree.”

She laughed at the thought, then said,
“About Dupree.”

“Just what I’ve been waiting for
. Don’t tell me. Let me guess.” He raised his index finger. “Here goes your indulgence. You wanna give him another chance.”

“Yes, I do.”

“We’ll talk about that when all this is over.”

“Ray, I’m very stubborn
. It would be the perfect word for the S in Sloan.” Her voice firm and even, she shook her auburn head for emphasis. “Don’t
even
try to tell me what I should or should
not
do.”

“Whoa
! Trick or treat. Snap on me.” Thumb and middle finger added sound effects.

The fiery redhead
couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I really do want to return to my students. I think Dupree was as duped as Raif.”

“All right
. I see your point.” He nodded his head reluctantly. “Maybe the kid deserves a break.” He held his hand up in a blocking motion. “But”—the word was edged with objection— “He also needs major counseling.”

“I won’t disagree with that.”

“Whew!” Ray wiped his brow. “Middle ground. But now, I want to check out ‘hallowed ground’ again.” He used his fingers to make quote marks around hallowed ground. “Let’s get this over with.”

He held Larkin’s hand as they navigated the dark stairwells
. Just outside the sanctuary, Ray put his finger to his lips as they heard humming within the auditorium. Inch by inch he cracked the door, hoping it would not squeak. His blood froze when he saw Latrice arranging candles, a chalice, and a wicked, curved dagger on the altar. With great caution, he closed the door and motioned Larkin down the stairs. Back in the uncertain safety of the wine cellar, Ray said with a heavy sigh, “That’s not a trick I expected. She said ten.”

“It’s lunch time
. Maybe she came over on her lunch break,” Larkin rationalized.

“Maybe,”
he agreed in an attempt to comfort her. “Come here.”

Frightened,
Larkin slid into his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and said, “We have to prepare just in case.”

Ray retrieved handcuffs from
a gray backpack. Nodding understanding, she sat on the bed. He cuffed her wrist to the long chain attached to the headboard, hastily changed into the grimy clothes from before, and stuffed his under the bed. He strapped his gun to his back beneath the baggy sweat shirt and his spare to his ankle, finally calling Chris to get over there.

“Don’t fret
.” He took Larkin’s free hand. “Maybe you’re right. And if she comes down here, I’ll play dumb and say I thought she meant ten at night. I’m sure she meant night. I can’t imagine she would attempt anything so heinous and gruesome in broad daylight.” He kissed her fingertips. “Or, Angel, we can call this off right now. I’ll wait alone here for her to come.”

“No. We have to do this.” She smiled. “God told me I’d be the one to stop this. I’m not schizophrenic,” she added to his questioni
ng look.

“Okay. We stick to the plan.”

♣♣♣

Ray’s phone vibrated. “Yeah?” he answered.

It was Chris
. “I’m outside. Everybody else is on their way. I had to bring Raif. He’s as stubborn as you.” She cut Ray’s twin a look. He stared back and bared his teeth in a mock snarl. “But I guess for those still in the dark, he had to pretend to be you a little longer. You’re a bad influence rubbing off on him.”

“It’ll be fine,” assured Ray
. “Stay alert. If I call you before nightfall, don’t even answer. Just get in here.”

“Gotcha!”

♣♣♣

For what seemed an eternity, Ray paced until Larkin said, “You’ve made a believer out of me.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you do appear a little insane right now. What time is it?”

Ray looked at his phone because he had stashed his watch in the pocket of his jeans
. “Half past three.”

“You’ve been pacing without a word for almost three hours
. I don’t think she’s coming down here right now.” She jerked her head upward. “Go check.”

“How could Chris
and
the stakeout
and
the tail by the FBI have missed her?”

“I don’t know
. Maybe there’s a secret passage. It would explain how she could get to the cemetery undetected.”

“Now that’s scary,”
Ray said, arching his brow. “Shit. You think?”

Larkin pointed.
“Check.”

Ray
sneaked back to the sanctuary. He eased the door open. No one was there.

♣♣♣

At seven, Ray’s phone vibrated
. “We’re setting up,” Chris said.

“Thanks,” he replied and closed his phone.

He turned to Larkin. “Come on, Angel. Let’s get as ready as we can.”

Larkin bathed and allowed herself to be re-shackled
. They settled in to wait. She talked for a while about her annual haunted house. “How disappointed the kids will be.”

Ray’s dimples etched his face. “You like Halloween?”

“It’s my favorite holiday
. It fuels the imagination. I hope the substitute Dr. Fairchild secured for my classes followed my lesson plans. Yesterday and today the students should be reading their original horror stories and sharing treats.” She sighed. “I would be doing a haunted house tonight. I usually have at least fifty kids show up.” She asked, “Ray, do you know why we have the Halloween traditions we have?”

“No, why?”
If teaching me keeps her calm, I’d lie even if I knew every detail—which I don’t. This could be interesting.
“Tell me,” he encouraged.

“Well, it’s called Samhain
.”

“S
aw what?”

She
laughed lightly. “Saw-wen. I promise it looks nothing like it sounds.”

“Okay. Go on.”

“It’s the celebration of the Celtic New Year. Long ago before Christianity came to Ireland and Scotland, the Druids were the religious leaders—they understood the balance of Nature and conducted religious rites. They were healers, judges, teachers.” She grinned. “Like me.”

“So, it’s a religious holiday of sorts?”

“Yes. The Celts believed this is the day when the barrier between the spirit world and Earth is at its thinnest.”

“Yeah, Journey mentioned that for Wiccan beliefs.”

Larkin nodded. “The people believed that on Samhain the spirits of those that had died the year before came back to look for a new body to inhabit. So, in an attempt to scare away the spirits, they would disguise themselves and carve gourds with faces with a candle inside, and bonfires were built. That’s why we wear costumes and have jack-o-lanterns today.” She smiled. “I have many happy memories of Halloween.

“Many Christians deplore the holiday and consider it satanic,” she went on
. “Ironically, October 31
st
, is the day the Protestant Reformation began. On that day in 1517, Martin Luther nailed his ninety-five theses on the church door in Wittenberg, Germany. Many Reformed denominations celebrate Reformation Day in place of Halloween.”

She tilted her head to the side
. “For Catholics isn’t ‘All Hallows’ Eve’ the day before All Saints’ Day?” she asked.

“Yeah, it is, but I’m not a very good Catholic these days
. How do you know all this stuff?”

“I
read
, Ray,” she said with a little exasperation in her voice.

He sat beside her and put his arm around her
. “It’s fascinating. Tell me more.”

Before they could continue their conversation, the chamber door rattled
. The detective jumped to his feet and checked his phone for the time before stashing it in the pocket of the grungy old clothes. He nodded toward Larkin and mouthed, “On the dot.”

Promptly at ten o’clock, Latrice, wearing a long, black, hooded robe, entered the dungeon
. Larkin
did
know the woman, and her insides quivered. “You!” Larkin said with a start. “I know you! You worked in Dr. Sullivan’s office.”

God, I told her things about myself. I thought she was a nurse.

23

Looking Death in the Eye

W
earin
g
a long inky robe, the figure that stood before Ray and Larkin looked like a ghost from the Spanish Inquisition. The very comparison terrified Larkin. She shuddered, her face blanched, her eyes stretched wide.

Latrice,
in a smooth, even voice, said, “What’s wrong, my little lamb? Are you afraid? I promise tonight you’ll help bring the world to where it should be. You
must
feel honored to have been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” squeaked Larkin.

“Ah, relax, my dear. I have something for you that’ll relieve all your concerns. Now, you must get dressed.”

From a hanging travel bag, Latrice removed a medieval
patterned wedding dress. Brocade flowers outlined the rounded neckline and the deep V waist. Long flowing tippets draped delicately over tight-fitting sleeves beneath.

“I’m not getting married,” said Larkin defiantly.

Latrice scowled. “No, no, you’re not, dear,” she agreed. “Just put it on. Unlock her wrist, Ray. If you choose to be uncooperative, I can have Ray dress you. Would you like him to see you naked, dear?” Latrice said condescendingly.

Ray unlocked the cuff and gently, discreetly rubbed Larkin’s wrist in assurance
.
If you only knew what I would like from Ray
, she thought. Her jaw clenched.

Larkin slipped behind the curtain and put on the dress
. It was an exquisite article of clothing, made of the finest linen and silk. If she were donning it for another reason, she would have been ecstatic. The dress would have been exactly what she would have chosen for her wedding.

Larkin stepped out, Ray drew a sharp breath, and Latrice cooed, “Oh, my
! You are perfect. Come now.” She motioned with her fingers. “I have something for you.” She thumped a syringe.

Larkin backed away.
“I think not!”

“Come now
. Everything’s fine. This is just a little artificial relaxation.”

“You are
not
sticking me with that needle. I have been locked up and chained up, but I refuse to be doped up.”

Latrice’s demeanor changed abruptly as she commanded, “Ray, hold her.”

“No. I won’t hurt her.”

“Hold her
. Now!” Latrice snapped. Ray stood still.

Latrice grabbed Larkin’s wrist, but
Larkin squirmed away. It took several minutes for the former Marine to subdue the smaller woman. During the struggle, Larkin saw Ray’s hand at his back, but she managed to shake her head.

Shit! Shit! Shit!
raced through Ray’s mind.
God, I’m really praying. Please don’t let that kill Larkin. This is my fault. I’m an idiot. Please help me keep her safe.

With a sharp movement,
Latrice twisted Larkin’s arm, pinning her against her body, forcing the other arm straight. With her free hand, the nurse injected something directly into Larkin’s median cubital vein located in the crook of her elbow on the straightened arm. It took over a minute to inject the liquid. The solution was not enough to render her unconsciousness; but becoming like a rag doll, Larkin slumped onto the bed.

That done, Latrice glared at Ray
. “You useless, crazy bastard! Bring her with us and don’t argue.”

He lifted Larkin gently in his arms
. “Be brave,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know, but be careful,” Larkin whimpered
, her words slurring. “She’sh shtark raving mad.” Unable to fight for herself, her head drooped onto Ray’s shoulder.

Well, that explains why the victims didn’t
struggle,
he thought
. It has to be some form of tranquilizer. With all the blood drained, a tox screen was near impossible on the victims.

♣♣♣

The sight that met Ray’s eyes as the odd trio entered the sanctuary was bizarre beyond anything he could have imagined
. A panel slid open behind the platform where the priest would have conducted mass—
a secret passage as Larkin thought
. Lighted black candles formed a pentagram around the altar. An ebony chalice and an onyx-handled dagger with a sharp curved blade adorned the holy water basin. A baphomet was suspended over the altar. But the most appalling addition to the scene was twelve more robed women waiting with anticipation.

Larkin’s heart sank
.
They’re waiting for me
. A small sob caught in her throat.

Ray was so shocked by
the sight he could hardly have a coherent thought and could not find a way to comfort Larkin except to pull her closer to his heart. Scanning the robed women, he muttered, “Fuck. I know one of them.”

“Place her on the altar, Ray, with her head toward the door,” Latrice commanded
. “Then, you wait downstairs until I call for you.”

“I’ll stay,”
Ray said. “You promised to make the voices stop. I have to stay.” He kept his face averted from the women as best he could.

Latrice shot him a
peeved look. Somehow, she realized an argument would be futile. W
hat kind of voice is this fool hearing?
Her mother’s warning not to use him came back to her, but it was too late. “Very well, stand toward the back. Don’t say a word.”

He g
ingerly laid Larkin on the icy marble slab, keeping his head down, and shuffled toward the back. Ray was sure he heard a slight gasp from one of the women. His insides felt tied in knots. He stole a glance toward where Chris was supposed to be.
There you are, so well hidden I almost didn’t see you.
A glimpse of his partner calmed his nerves.

Lying like a sacrificial lamb upon the altar, Larkin tried to lift her arms, but they felt like lead
. A glance up toward the suspended goat’s head, made her stomach churn. She rolled her head to see Ray. He stood with a hand behind his back. Knowing that hand was on his gun, flooded her with relief.

As midnight approached, the women made a semi-circle on one side of the altar while Latrice stood with her back to Ray
. The ceremony began with Latrice sipping something from the ebony goblet and passing it to the left. Each woman drank until the cup got back to Latrice. The women began a low, rhythmic chant, “Adveho, meus dominus, adveho.” (“Come, my lord, come.”) From the folds of her robe, Latrice retrieved a handful of dried flower petals and sprinkled them over Larkin’s torso at the same time saying something Ray recognized as Latin.

Once
Latrice began to speak, the temperature plummeted. Ray saw his breath. He cut his eyes toward Chris and saw she had pulled her black spandex sweater over her mouth and nose.
She feels the chill too
.

A rumble beneath his feet brought Ray’s eyes to the fl
oor and back up toward the ritual being performed. The air around the women visibly moved. Ray jerked his head upward at a flapping sound, as of large wings thumping.

♣♣♣

Larkin’s eyes darted about as she heard the same sounds
and felt the vibrations through the stone. Even though she was helpless, she understood much of what Latrice said as she recalled her high school Latin.
Expio quod restituo ordo, vitualamen para virgo. Cruor of tredecim mos pario Gremory protelo quod debello chaos.
(“To purify and restore order, the sacrifice of a virgin. The blood of the thirteenth will bring forth Gremory to lead and vanquish chaos.”)

Larkin’s mind raced
.
Gremory? Is that an actual demon? Lucifer can’t be the only fallen angel with a name. Angels have names. Do these nuts think sacrificing a virgin will summon a demon? They’re calling for one to come. I feel spirits here, moving.

The women’s chant
reached a crescendo. Latrice raised the dagger above her head as she spoke, louder and louder, repeating the phrase six times. At that moment, Ray heard only one word, Larkin’s almost inaudible, “Ray?”

♣♣♣

Ray
pulled his nine millimeter. “Drop the dagger and turn around, you psychotic bitch,” he demanded. Silence fell. The temperature returned to normal.

“You idiot!” Latrice snarled through gritted teeth
. “You interrupted the ritual! He was almost here!”

The other women began to murmur
and move a bit. One whimpered, “Latrice, what’s happening?”

Another voiced concern.
“You said this was legal.”

A young girl began to cry. “I’m scared.”

The woman Ray recognized mumbled, “Damn it! Reynolds!”

Ray repeated, “Drop the dagger and turn around
. The rest of you don’t move a muscle. Mikayla, shut the fuck up. Latrice, I said, ‘Drop it!’
Or
, I can shoot you where you stand.”

Latrice slowly lowered the dagger
. She turned around. Ray had advanced to just out of her reach. “Who are you?” she said in utter bewilderment. “You’re not Ray.”

“That’s not quite true,” said another voice as Raif stepped from the shadows along with
Chris, Baker, and the three FBI agents, all with their weapons drawn.

“What the?” was all Latrice manage
d.

“Feel a little confused?” asked Raif sarcastically
. “So did I, until a Providential God used you of all people to bring Larkin into my life. Let me introduce myself. Raiford Gautier, architect, and a man with a condition which requires medication that you, a health professional, deliberately kept from me in an attempt to control me. You failed. The voices of reason and righteousness are much stronger than your insane wickedness.” He looked around him. “I have no clue what I just witnessed, but it was pure evil.”

Latrice looked from one
twin to the other.

“Who’s the ragamuffin
?” Raif jerked his head toward his brother. “Another blessing that came out of this. I really think you should officially meet him though you’ve already dealt with him. No, that was not I at
our
last meeting. This, Latrice, is my twin brother,
Raiford
—yes—
Raiford
—
Raiford
Reynolds—Detective
Raiford
Reynolds.” His voice increased in intensity with each repetition of their name, but he never shouted. Contrarily, the intensity was accentuated by a lowering of volume.

“And now, I think you’re under arrest
.” Raif looked her squarely in the eye. “I’m sure you’ll be charged with twenty-four counts of murder, thirteen counts of kidnapping, thirteen counts of conspiracy to kidnap, and what? One count of reckless endangerment? God only knows what else. Now, Ray, may I,
please
, say it?”

“You know it, Raif.”

“Cuff all the...” He paused to find the right word. “
Ladies
,” he finished with reluctance and disdain. “And be sure to read them their rights. We don’t want them to slip by on a technicality. Oh, Latrice, it
is
Halloween, but your costume is lacking. You have the black robe and a miniature sickle, but where’s the skeleton mask?”

She
stared daggers at Raif as Lawrence Dantzler roughly placed handcuffs on her wrists.

“Yes, Latrice, look at me
.” Raif took a step closer to the woman who would have killed him. “Look me in the eye so I can proudly say, ‘I looked death in the eye. And
I
won.’”