Tess Gerritsen - Ice Cold

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New York Times bestselling author Tess Gerritsen's relentless, inventive novels take readers on pulse-racing thrill rides that are as satisfying as they are heart-stopping. Now, in this edge-of-your-seat suspense novel, a mysteriously isolated town stands abandoned as a silent watcher waits.
In Wyoming for a medical conference, Boston medical examiner Maura Isles joins a group of friends on a spur-of-the-moment ski trip. But when their SUV stalls on a snow-choked mountain road, they're stranded with no help in sight.
As night falls, the group seeks refuge from the blizzard in the remote village of Kingdom Come, where twelve eerily identical houses stand dark and abandoned. Something terrible has happened in Kingdom Come: Meals sit untouched on tables, cars are still parked in garages. The town's previous residents seem to have vanished into thin air, but footprints in the snow betray the presence of someone who still lurks in the cold darkness – someone who is watching Maura and her friends.
Days later, Boston homicide detective Jane Rizzoli receives the grim news that Maura's charred body has been found in a mountain ravine. Shocked and grieving, Jane is determined to learn what happened to her friend. The investigation plunges Jane into the twisted history of Kingdom Come, where a gruesome discovery lies buried beneath the snow. As horrifying revelations come to light, Jane closes in on an enemy both powerful and merciless – and the chilling truth about Maura's fate.

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She pulled away, pointedly moving out of his reach. “We should get back to Arlo.”

“Then there’s nothing between us, is there?”

“There never was.”

“Why did you accept my invitation? Why did you come with us?”

“You caught me at a moment in time, Doug. A moment when I needed to do something wild, something impulsive.” She blinked away tears that blurred the lantern light into a golden haze. “It was a mistake.”

“So it wasn’t about me at all.”

“It was about someone else.”

“The man you spoke of at dinner. The man you can’t have.”

“Yes.”

“That situation hasn’t changed, Maura.”

“But I have,” she said, and walked away.

When she stepped inside, she found that everyone was still asleep and the fire had calmed to glowing embers. She added a log and stood before the hearth as flames sprang to life, hissing and snapping. She heard Doug walk in behind her and close the door, and the sudden whoosh of fresh air made the flames shudder.

Arlo opened his eyes and whispered, “Water. Please, water.”

“Sure thing, buddy,” said Doug. He knelt down and held Arlo’s head as he pressed the cup to his lips. Arlo took greedy gulps, spilling half the water down his chin. Satisfied, he slumped back onto his pillow.

“What else can I get you? Are you hungry?” asked Doug.

“Cold. It’s so cold.”

Doug took a blanket from the couch and gently draped it over him. “We’ll build up that fire. You’ll feel better.”

“Been having dreams,” Arlo murmured. “Such weird dreams. All these people were in here, looking at me. Standing around, watching. Waiting for something.”

“Narcotics will give you bad dreams.”

“They’re not bad, really. Just strange. Maybe they’re angels. Angels in funny clothes, like the man in that picture.” He turned his sunken eyes to Maura, but he did not seem to be looking at her. He was focused past her shoulder, as if a presence lurked right behind her. “Or maybe they’re ghosts,” he whispered.

Who is he looking at? She swung around and stared at empty air. Saw the portrait of the man with the coal-dark eyes staring back at her. The same portrait that hung in every house in Kingdom Come. His face glowed with reflected firelight, as though sacred flames burned within him.

“And he shall gather the righteous,” Arlo said, quoting from the plaque on the portrait’s frame. “What if it’s true?”

“What’s true?” asked Doug.

“Maybe that’s where they all went. He gathered them up and led the way.”

“Out of the valley, you mean?”

“No. To heaven.”

Wood snapped in the hearth, startling as a gunshot. Maura thought of the cross-stitched sampler she had seen hanging in one of the bedrooms. PREPARE FOR ETERNITY.

“It’s strange, don’t you think?” said Arlo. “How none of the car radios work here. All we get is static. No stations at all. And we can’t get a cell phone signal. Nothing.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” said Doug. “And we’re in a valley. There’s no reception.”

“Are you sure that’s all it is?”

“What else would it be?”

“What if something really bad happened out in the world? Being stuck here, we wouldn’t hear about it.”

“Like what? A nuclear war?”

“Doug, no one’s come looking for us. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

“They haven’t noticed we’re missing yet.”

“Or maybe it’s because there’s no one left out there. They’re all gone.” Arlo’s sunken eyes slowly took in the room where shadows flickered. “I think I know who these people were, Doug. The people who lived here. I think I’m seeing their ghosts. They were waiting for the end of the world. For the Rapture. Maybe it came, and we just don’t know it yet.”

Doug laughed. “Trust me, Arlo. The Rapture is not what happened to these people.”

“Dad?” Grace asked softly from the corner. She sat up, pulling the blanket close around her. “What’s he talking about?”

“The pills are confusing him, that’s all.”

“What’s the Rapture?”

Doug and Maura looked at each other, and he sighed. “It’s just a superstition, honey. A crazy belief that the world as we know it is doomed to end with Armageddon. And when it does, God’s chosen people will be sucked straight up to heaven.”

“What happens to everyone else?”

“Everyone else is trapped on earth.”

“And slaughtered,” whispered Arlo. “All the sinners left behind will be slaughtered.”

“What?” Grace looked at her father with frightened eyes.

“Honey, it’s nonsense. Forget it.”

“But some people really believe it? They believe the end of the world is coming?”

“Some people also believe in alien abductions. Use your noggin, Grace! Do you really think people are going to be magically transported to heaven?”

The window rattled, as though something were clawing at the glass, trying to get in. A draft of air moaned down the chimney, scattering flames and sending a gust of smoke into the room.

Grace hugged her knees to her chest. Staring up at the wavering shadows, she whispered: “Then where did all these people go?”

13

THE GIRL WAS TWENTY-THREE POUNDS OF NO! NO, BED! NO, SLEEP! No, no, no!

Jane and Gabriel slumped bleary-eyed on the sofa and watched their daughter, Regina, spin around and around like a pygmy dervish.

“How long can she possibly stay awake?” asked Jane.

“Longer than we can.”

“You’d think she’d get sick and throw up.”

“You would think,” said Gabriel.

“Someone has to take control here.”

“Yeah.”

“Someone has to be the parent.”

“I absolutely agree.” He looked at Jane.

“What?”

“It’s your turn to play bad cop.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re so good at it. Besides, I put her to bed the last three times. She just doesn’t listen to me.”

“Because she figured out that Mr. FBI is a total marshmallow.”

He looked at his watch. “Jane, it’s midnight.”

Their daughter only whirled faster. When I was her age, was I just as exhausting? Jane wondered. This must be what the term poetic justice meant. Someday, you’ll have a daughter just like you, her mother used to complain.

And here she is.

Groaning, Jane shoved herself off the sofa, the bad cop at last springing into action. “Time for bed, Regina,” she said.

“No.”

“Yes it is.”

“No!” The imp scampered away, black curls bouncing. Jane corralled her in the kitchen and scooped her up. It was like trying to hold on to a flopping fish, every muscle and sinew fighting her.

“No go! No go!”

“Yes, go,” said Jane, carrying her daughter toward the nursery as little arms and legs flailed at her. She set Regina in the crib, turned off the light, and shut the door. That only made her cries more piercing. Not wails of distress but of sheer fury.

The phone rang. Oh hell, it’s the neighbors, calling to complain again.

“Tell them that giving her Valium is not an option!” Jane said as Gabriel went into the kitchen to answer the phone.

“We’re the ones who need the Valium,” he told her, then picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

Too weary to stand straight, she slumped in the kitchen doorway, imagining the diatribe now pouring from that receiver. It had to be those Windsor-Millers, the thirty-somethings who’d moved into the building only a month ago. Already they’d called to complain at least a dozen times. Your child keeps us awake all night. We both have demanding jobs, you know. Can’t you control her? The Windsor-Millers had no kids of their own, so it wouldn’t occur to them that an eighteen-month-old couldn’t be turned on and off like a TV set. Jane had once caught a glimpse inside their apartment, and it was spotless. White sofa, white carpet, white walls. The apartment of a couple who’d freak out at the thought of sticky little hands getting anywhere near their precious furniture.

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