Kate Carlisle - One Book In The Grave

Ray, another commune member, piped up. “That’s been the car of choice for the Ogunites for the past fifteen years or so. Most of them still drive ’em around. They’re used for everything from hauling lumber to clearing trees to taking their kids on vacations.”

“That’s good to know,” Derek said. “Narrows the search down to a few hundred suspects.”

There was general chuckling around the table from everyone but Max, whose patience appeared to be holding by one frayed thread. Derek noticed it, too. So after advising everyone in the room to turn their cell phones on vibrate, he gave me the heads-up to call the sheriff, signaling that the meeting was almost over.

Earlier, I’d called Inspector Lee, who, after grousing at me about staying out of police business, promised to get on the road with Jaglom immediately. I was hoping my call to the Sonoma sheriff would go better.

I got up and left the room, closing the door behind me. I walked down the short, dark hall toward the back of the restaurant to use the bathroom and make the phone call.

It was a warm night so the back door leading to the parking lot was open, but the screen door was locked. I’d checked it myself earlier.

As I neared the bathroom, a woman came up and peeked through the screen door, trying to see inside. She was outlined in silhouette by the light over the parking lot.

“Can I help you?” I said, and yeah, I was a little freaked-out.

She ducked back quickly out of the doorway.

“Hello?” I said, but nobody answered. Well, that was weird. Was she just checking to see if the restaurant was open or did she have something more sinister in mind? Was I being paranoid?

Probably. But I snuck over to the screen door to see if she was still out there.

“Help!” a woman cried, then let out an ear-piercing scream that filled the night air. A high-pitched shrieking sound that could have come from only one person.

“Minka?”

Oh, dear God. How? Why? What was she doing here?

I whipped open the door in time to see someone fifty yards away dragging a squirming, leopard-leggings-clad woman by the neck. That was Minka, all right.

“Hey!” I yelled. “Stop that.” I tore off running down the blacktop, shouting for the guy to stop.

Her hooded assailant continued lugging her toward a waiting car at the far end of the parking lot. Minka was not going quietly. She squirmed and screeched the whole way. But her captor was too big and strong and mean for Minka to fight off.

“Drop her,” I shouted, but I was too far away to do anything except watch as Minka’s attacker physically overpowered her, punching her in the stomach and tossing her into the car trunk.

The thug jumped into the driver’s seat and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.

I dashed back to the restaurant door just as Derek and Gabriel and some of the men came running out.

Derek grabbed me. “Was that you screaming? What happened?”

“He’s taken Minka,” I cried.

“Minka?” Derek looked as stunned as I felt.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” I insisted. “It has to be connected to Emily’s disappearance. That guy was following us and Minka got in the way.”

“But what is Minka doing here?”

I shook my head, still flabbergasted. “I don’t know. She probably thinks I’m up here working on some special bookbinding project that should’ve been hers.”

“What about her assailant?” Gabriel asked. “Was it Solomon?”

“I couldn’t tell. He was tall and wore a ski mask or some kind of hood.”

Gabriel took off sprinting all the way to the far end of the lot, then ran back. “I know where they’re going,” he said, then darted over to his black BMW and started the engine. He backed out of the space and shouted, “Get in.”

I hopped into the passenger’s side. Derek opened the back door but stopped when someone called out his name.

Austin came running over “What’s the story, man?”

“We’re going after this goon,” Derek said, deadly serious as he morphed into full commander mode. “You lead the rest of the men to the Hollow. Follow the original plan, but I want you and your father to go after Bennie and Stefan. Solomon, too, if you can find him. Take Max with you. Be careful.”

Austin took his new role seriously, giving one grim nod. “Got it.”

“My phone’s on,” Derek said. “Keep me posted.”

“Likewise,” Austin said, and ran back to give instructions to the others.

Derek jumped into Gabriel’s car and we went racing after Minka’s kidnapper.

“How do you know where they’re going?” I asked.

Gabriel whipped around another curve and I had to grip the grab handle above my door to keep from toppling over.

“Sorry, babe,” he said, grinning tightly. “I saw them turn up Isis Way.”

“So they’re headed for Charity Mountain,” I guessed.

“Bingo,” he said, then flashed a quick look at Derek in the rearview mirror. “I’ve driven up there. The road winds around for an hour, and once you’re on the other side of the hill, you’re overlooking the Hollow.”

“Interesting.” Derek leaned forward from the backseat. “Are there more survivalist types up in those hills?”

“Yes,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “They’re scattered all over that area, even though most of them live down in the canyon. The real estate is cheaper there.”

“Ah,” he said, then glanced at our driver. “Can you still see their car?”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said. “Every so often when they go around a curve. He’s got one taillight missing.”

Turning in my seat, I said, “I heard glass break while they were struggling. Maybe Minka kicked it out.”

“Good girl,” Gabriel said.

“It would be the one smart thing she’s ever done,” I admitted. “And she probably didn’t do it on purpose.”

“No, but she might’ve saved her own life,” Derek said. After a few seconds, he asked, “What’s on Charity Mountain?”

“There used to be a Catholic convent up there. The Sisters of Charity. Now it’s been turned into a winery, naturally.”

“Anything else up there?”

“Some homes,” I said. “It’s very isolated. Lots of nooks and crannies, dead ends. It’s where some of the local kids used to go to make out.”

“Make out? You mean snogging?” Derek sounded amused. “Do you know the area, darling?”

I slanted a look at him. “Well enough.”

Gabriel chuckled, then stepped on the gas as we rounded another curve.

Every minute or so, as we drove higher and deeper into the wooded hills, I could catch a glimpse of the car with the broken taillight. It had to be at least a half mile ahead of us. I marveled at the fact that, accidentally or not, Minka had managed to do the one thing that might save her life. The only unfortunate part was that I would be a member of the Minka LaBoeuf rescue party. Again. It wasn’t as if she would thank me for it.

A full minute passed as we climbed higher. Tree branches hung heavily over the road and the number of houses grew even more sparse. Around one turn, a dirt road led off to nowhere that I could see.

“Are they going to the winery?” Derek asked. He was leaning forward far enough that he could have been sitting next to me. “I’ve lost track of the single taillight.”

“I haven’t seen it for a few minutes,” Gabriel conceded. “It’s disappeared.”

“It’s got to be up ahead somewhere,” I said, staring into the woods in hopes of catching a glimpse of red brake light. “There’s only one road up to the winery and we’re on it.”

“What about the turnoff we passed?” Derek asked.

“It doesn’t go anywhere as far as I know,” Gabriel said, and glanced at me.