Tess Gerritsen - Last to Die

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Apple-style-span “Suspense doesn’t get smarter than this. Not just recommended but mandatory.”—Lee Child
For the second time in his short life, Teddy Clock has survived a massacre. Two years ago, he barely escaped when his entire family was slaughtered. Now, at fourteen, in a hideous echo of the past, Teddy is the lone survivor of his foster family’s mass murder. Orphaned once more, the traumatized teenager has nowhere to turn—until the Boston PD puts detective Jane Rizzoli on the case. Determined to protect this young man, Jane discovers that what seemed like a coincidence is instead just one horrifying part of a relentless killer’s merciless mission.
Jane spirits Teddy to the exclusive Evensong boarding school, a sanctuary where young victims of violent crime learn the secrets and skills of survival in a dangerous world. But even behind locked gates, and surrounded by acres of sheltering Maine wilderness, Jane fears that Evensong’s mysterious benefactors aren’t the only ones watching. When strange blood-splattered dolls are found dangling from a tree, Jane knows that her instincts are dead on. And when she meets Will Yablonski and Claire Ward, students whose tragic pasts bear a shocking resemblance to Teddy’s, it becomes chillingly clear that a circling predator has more than one victim in mind.
Joining forces with her trusted partner, medical examiner Maura Isles, Jane is determined to keep these orphans safe from harm. But an unspeakable secret dooms the children’s fate—unless Jane and Maura can finally put an end to an obsessed killer’s twisted quest.

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I don’t want to see this, she thought. Not today. Not any day. But she managed to say: “Where are you?”

“The residence is on Louisburg Square. Goddamn news vans are packed in tight here, so you’ll probably need to park a block or two away.”

She blinked in surprise. “This happened on Beacon Hill?”

“Yeah. Even the rich get whacked.”

“Who are the victims?”

“Bernard and Cecilia Ackerman, ages fifty and forty-eight. And their three adopted daughters.”

“And the survivor? Is he one of their kids?”

“No. His name’s Teddy Clock. He’s been living with the Ackermans for a couple of years.”

“Living with them? Is he a relative?”

“No,” said Crowe. “He’s their foster child.”

FOUR

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AS JANE WALKED INTO LOUISBURG SQUARE, SHE SPOTTED THE FAMILIAR black Lexus parked among the knot of Boston PD vehicles and she knew that ME Maura Isles was already on the scene. Judging by all the news vans, every TV station in Boston was also here, and no wonder: Of all the desirable neighborhoods in the city, few could match this square with its jewel-like park and leafy trees. The Greek Revival mansions overlooking the park were home to both old wealth and new, to corporate moguls and Boston Brahmins and a former US senator. Even in this neighborhood, violence was no stranger. The rich get whacked, too , Detective Crowe had said, but when it happened to them, everyone paid attention. Beyond the perimeter of police tape, a crowd jostled for better views. Beacon Hill was a popular stop for tour groups, and today those tourists were certainly getting their money’s worth.

“Hey, look! It’s Detective Rizzoli.”

Jane spotted the female TV reporter and cameraman moving toward her, and she put up her hand to hold off any questions. Of course they ignored her and pursued her across the square.

“Detective, we hear there’s a witness!”

Jane pushed through the crowd, muttering: “Police. Let me through.”

“Is it true the security system was turned off? And nothing was stolen?”

The damn reporters knew more than she did. She ducked under the crime scene tape and gave her name and unit number to the patrolman on guard. It was merely a matter of protocol; he knew exactly who she was, and had already ticked off her name on his clipboard.

“Shoulda seen that gal chase Detective Frost,” the patrolman said with a laugh. “He looked like a scared rabbit.”

“Is Frost inside?”

“So is Lieutenant Marquette. The commissioner’s on his way in, and I half expect His Honor will be showing up, too.”

She looked up at the stunning four-story redbrick residence and murmured: “Wow.”

“I figure it’s worth fifteen, twenty million.”

But that was before the ghosts moved in, she thought, staring at the handsome bow windows and the elaborately carved pediment above the massive front door. Beyond that front door were horrors she had no stomach to confront. Three dead children. This was the curse of parenthood; every dead child wears the face of your own. As she pulled on gloves and shoe covers, she was donning emotional protection as well. Like the construction worker who puts on his hard hat, she donned her own armor and stepped inside.

She looked up at a stairwell that soared four stories to a glass-domed roof, through which sunlight streamed in a shower of gold. Many voices, most of them male, echoed down that stairwell from the upper floors. Although she craned her neck, she could not spot anyone from the foyer, could just hear those voices, like the rumblings of ghosts in a house that, over a century, would have sheltered many souls.

“A glimpse of how the other half lives,” said a male voice.

She turned to see Detective Crowe standing in a doorway. “And dies,” she said.

“We’ve parked the boy next door. The neighbor lady was kind enough to let him wait in her house. The kid knows her, and we thought he’d feel more comfortable being interviewed there.”

“First I need to know what happened in this house.”

“We’re still trying to figure that out.”

“What’s with all the brass showing up? I heard the commissioner’s on his way.”

“Just take a look at the place. Money talks, even when you’re dead.”

“Where did this family’s money come from?”

“Bernard Ackerman’s a retired investment banker. His family’s owned this house for two generations. Big-time philanthropists. You name the charity, they probably gave to it.”

“How did this go down?”

“Why don’t you just take the tour?” He waved her into the room from which he’d just emerged. “You tell me what you think.”

Not that her opinion mattered much to Darren Crowe. When she’d first joined the homicide unit, their clashes had been bitter, and his disdain all too apparent. She still detected hints of it in his laugh, his tone of voice. Whatever respect she’d earned in his eyes would always be probationary, and here was yet another opportunity to lose it.

She followed him through a parlor where the twenty-foot ceiling was ornately painted with cherubs and grapevines and gold-leaf rosettes. There was scarcely any chance to admire that ceiling or the oil paintings, because Crowe walked straight through into the library, where Jane saw Lieutenant Marquette and Dr. Maura Isles. On this warm June day, Maura was wearing a peach-colored blouse, an uncharacteristically cheerful color for someone who usually favored wintry blacks and grays. With her stylishly geometric haircut and her elegant features, Maura looked like a woman who might actually live in a mansion like this, surrounded by oil paintings and Persian carpets.

They stood surrounded by books, displayed in floor-to-ceiling mahogany shelves. Some of those volumes had tumbled onto the floor, where a silver-haired man lay facedown, one arm propped upright against the bookcase, as though reaching for a volume even in death. He was dressed in pajamas and slippers. The bullet had penetrated both his hand and his forehead, and on the shelf above the body a starburst of blood had splattered the leather-bound spines. The victim put up his hand to block the bullet, thought Jane. He saw it coming. He knew he was going to die.

“My time of death estimate is consistent with what the witness told you,” Maura said to Marquette.

“Early morning, then. Sometime after midnight.”

“Yes.”

Jane crouched down over the body and studied the entrance wound. “Nine millimeter?”

“Or possibly a three fifty-seven,” said Maura.

“You don’t know? We don’t have casings?”

“Not a single one in the whole house.”

Jane looked up in surprise. “Wow, he’s a tidy killer. Picks up after himself.”

“Tidy in a number of ways,” said Maura, thoughtfully regarding the deceased Bernard Ackerman. “This was a quick and efficient kill. A minimum of disorder. Just like upstairs.”

Upstairs, thought Jane. The children.

“The rest of the family,” said Jane, sounding more matter-of-fact than she felt, “did they die around the same time as Mr. Ackerman? Was there any delay?”

“My estimate is only approximate. To be more precise, we’ll need better information from the witness.”

“Which Detective Rizzoli here is going to get for us,” said Crowe.

“How do you know I’ll do any better with the boy?” said Jane. “I can’t work magic.”

“We’re counting on you, because we don’t have much to work with. Just a few fingerprints on the kitchen doorknob. No sign of forced entry. And the security system was switched off.”

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