Дэвид Балдаччи - The Fallen

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Something sinister is going on in Baronville. The rust belt town has seen four bizarre murders in the space of two weeks. Cryptic clues left at the scenes — obscure bible verses, odd symbols — have the police stumped.
Amos Decker and his FBI colleague Alex Jamison are in Baronville visiting Alex’s sister and her family. It’s a bleak place: a former mill and mining town with a crumbling economy and rampant opioid addiction. Decker has only been there a few hours when he stumbles on a horrific double murder scene.
Then the next killing hits sickeningly close to home. And with the lives of people he cares about suddenly hanging in the balance, Decker begins to realize that the recent string of deaths may be only one small piece of a much larger scheme — with consequences that will reach far beyond Baronville.
Decker, with his singular talents, may be the only one who can crack this bizarre case. Only this time — when one mistake could cost him everything — Decker finds that his previously infallible memory may not be so trustworthy after all...

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Jamison slipped off Zoe’s gag and the little girl looked up in amazement at her aunt.

“Aunt Alex, what you did, that... that was so cool.”

At the gate of the cemetery, something came out of the smoky darkness and struck Decker. He stumbled to the side, slammed into the wrought iron gate, lost his balance, and fell down.

Cindi Riley helped him up as shots continued to ring out and people screamed inside the grounds.

Decker could hear feet running away into the darkness. It had to be the person who had struck him.

He looked into the graveyard and as the smoke cleared he saw several of Ross’s men down on the ground. Others were on their knees, their hands over their heads.

Body-armored DEA agents with assault weapons were swiftly moving in and taking control of the situation. The short battle was over.

The chopper had landed next to the cemetery and Agent Kemper jumped out and hurried over to them.

She said, “I have to tell you, that text you sent telling me to come here blew me away. But I trusted you and it damn sure paid off.”

Decker nodded and looked over at where Baron and Jamison were escorting Amber and Zoe to a group of DEA agents.

“Did you use rubber bullets?” asked Decker.

She nodded. “Like you suggested. We figure we can get these guys to turn on whoever they’re working for higher up the food chain.”

As the smoke cleared further, Riley said, “Decker, I see Ted Ross, but not Lassiter.”

They all looked over to see Ross, his face bloodied from Jamison’s blow, being hauled to his feet by two agents.

Decker said. “Someone ran off back toward the house. It was probably Lassiter.”

“We’ll get her,” said Kemper confidently. “This place is surrounded. I have agents barricading the road up. There’s no way out.”

Decker glanced over at the SUVs. Ross and his wheelchair were gone.

He rushed over there only to find pieces of duct tape on the ground. The old man must have managed to free himself somehow.

Kemper joined him a moment later.

“What is it?” she said.

“Fred Ross is out there in his wheelchair somewhere,” added Decker.

Kemper smiled. “Again, not a problem. Thanks for the assist, Decker.”

She left to confer with some of her men and to confront Ted Ross.

Decker watched her go for a few moments and then looked at Riley.

“Go help the others. I’ll be back.”

Before Riley could say anything, he had already hustled off.

A few minutes later he emerged from the road to the cemetery and looked up toward the house. He stopped and gazed around, listening for someone running. He heard nothing and started moving again. He was listening for the sound of Ross’s wheelchair, but again he heard nothing.

Where could the old man have gone?

He picked up his pace. And where was Lassiter? She couldn’t leave on foot. She would easily be caught. But with a vehicle she might have a shot at running Kemper’s barricade. Decker had the keys to the truck they’d driven up in. But he knew there was another vehicle available.

He hustled toward the garage.

Right as he got there, the truck started up. He heard gears gnashing and the old Suburban hurtled backward out of the garage bay.

He had to throw himself sideways to avoid being run over.

He rolled and sat up as Lassiter spun the wheel and the Suburban cut a one-eighty, its hood pointed toward the road.

From a kneeling position, Decker settled the shotgun’s stock against his shoulder and took aim.

“Get out of the truck, Lassiter! Or I open fire.”

Her answer was five pistol shots fired at him through the open driver’s side window.

Fortunately, she couldn’t really aim and drive at the same time, so her rounds sailed wide.

Decker fired several shotgun blasts at the side of the truck.

The pellets slammed into the old Suburban, blowing out both tires, shattering a window, and pockmarking the doors.

Lassiter screamed and a few moments later the passenger door flew open. He heard feet hit the dirt and then she was running away.

Lassiter came into his sightline and he watched as she ran to the front door of the mansion and disappeared inside.

He slowly walked up to the truck and peered inside.

He saw the blood inside the cab, so he knew he’d hit her.

He followed the trail of blood to the front door and poked his head inside.

He heard it before he could see her.

Moaning.

He made his way slowly down the grand hall, peering cautiously into each room he passed. The sounds of moaning were growing louder, but in this cavernous place they seemed to echo everywhere.

He stopped and listened intently.

“Decker?”

He took a few steps forward and peered into the gun room.

Lassiter was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall.

The arm that had been in the sling was bloody and hanging limply by her side.

Decker fixed his gaze on the pistol in her right hand.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Go to hell!”

“It’s over, Donna. So put the gun down and I can get you some medical attention.”

She laughed, grimaced, turned to the side, and threw up.

She wiped her mouth with her gun hand and looked over at Decker standing in the doorway. “You got me good, Decker.” She touched the muzzle of the gun against the side of her bloody face. “Not so pretty anymore, am I?” She laughed and then doubled up in pain.

“Why, Donna? You’re a cop.”

She sat up straighter. “Too much money, Decker. Too damn much.”

Lassiter groaned and slumped back against the wall.

“You also wanted to stick it to Baron, because of your dad. And your mom.”

She pointed to the bloody sling on the floor. “The plan was to take out Marty and Alice when we were transporting them. Then they were going to shoot at me and a couple others to make it look legit. Only the damn round glanced off my body armor and knocked out my left arm. Had to down some serious painkillers just to function. Then you really messed it up with your shotgun. Feels like it’s going to fall off. And I think my lung’s filling up with blood.”

“You made a mistake in checking yourself out of the hospital. That’s what led me here.”

She waggled her head. “Had to. I couldn’t trust Ted not to screw me.”

“Right, honor among thieves. Why all the crap with Beatty and Smith? Freezing their bodies and dumping them in that house?”

“I knew our ME was incompetent. But we knew the DEA might swoop in after they were identified, so Ross thought the freezing would help us there.” She coughed up some blood. “But if I’d known you were in the house behind it, believe me, we’d have dumped them miles away.”

“Put down the gun, Donna, and let me get you some help. You’re not going to make it otherwise.”

“Who gives a shit!” She paused and took in a long, ragged breath, no doubt drawing more blood into her damaged lung. “Baronville! This place sucks all the life out of you. Every time I saw that name on every damn street or building, it made me want to blow my frigging brains out. My dad was a good guy. This place ruined him. It ruined everything!”

Decker said, “You went to Philly for college. You could’ve stayed there.”

She shook her head. “Had to move back here, take care of my mom. Then she killed herself anyway. By then, I’m stuck.”

“Right, your crappy life, it’s somebody else’s problem.”

“You’re damn right it is.” She waggled her head again. “All that gold. What did he say, half a billion?”

“Something like that. But it’s just money, Donna.”

She laughed bitterly. “Easy to say unless you don’t have any.” She groaned and clutched her side. “Shit, it hurts so bad.”

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